“Too much clothing,” I gasp.
“Agreed.”
His hands leave my bottom as I drop to the floor. Slowly my palms stroke down the hard solid planes of his chest before my fingers grip the hem of his t-shirt. A moment later I’m whipping it over his head and tossing it behind me. My own shirt quickly follows suit. Then I’m working the button and fly of his jeans. Even though his erection is still covered by his boxer briefs, it springs forward and I can’t resist stroking my fingers over it.
Who would have ever thought that I’d actually miss a guy’s penis?
But as my fingers continue sliding over the soft material of his boxers, I realize that I have. Oh my God, have I. All I want is to feel him moving deep inside my body.
Impatiently he pushes the jeans down his legs before kicking them off along with his socks. His hands go to my hips and before I can inhale one shaky little breath, they’re gone. Thrown- I don’t even know where. And I don’t particularly care at the moment either.
His eyes hold mine as we stand there looking at each other for a long tense heartbeat. He’s still in his boxers- which trust me, is quite a sight to behold, and I’m standing in my bra and panties.
Cole’s eyes darken as they slowly lick over my body, taking in every contour. Every single dip and curve. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful. More beautiful than I probably am.
“I’ve missed you, Cassidy.” His eyes are still singeing my body with their golden intensity. “And I’ve missed this.”
Unable to resist, I take a step closer until the silky cups of my pale pink bra are brushing against his chest. My hands slowly slide their way across his cheeks until I’m able to cup his face in my hands. “I’m so sorry for hurting you.” I whisper the words again because I hate that I let something, someone, come between us.
With his eyes holding mine, he leans into my touch. “I know. It’s behind us now. We don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
Reaching up, I press my lips against his. “I love you more than anything.” One hand slips from his cheek, slowly trailing down his gorgeous body before slipping inside his boxers until I’m able to cup a different part of him. He groans against my lips as I fill my hand with his rigid length.
Slowly he thrusts against me as I continue caressing him.
It’s such an incredible turn on to watch those beautiful whiskey colored eyes of his cloud with pleasure.
“I won’t last very long if you keep touching me like that,” he practically groans the words as I continue stroking away.
But I’ve missed touching him like this. Missed wrapping my fingers around his satiny hardness. Missed hearing his breath catch at the back of his throat.
Before I realize it, he’s picking me up and moving us to the bed. Just as we get situated, his hands reach around, unclasping my bra. It springs apart, falling down my shoulders before completely disappearing. Then he’s pushing me back onto the mattress before settling next to me. His hands go to my breasts, plucking at my nipples until I’m the one groaning, wanting more. Leaning over, he kisses one rosy tip before doing the same to the other. I can’t help but arch my back wanting to feel his hands and mouth stoke to life the fire burning beneath my flesh.
Slowly he kisses his way across my ribs, down to my navel until he’s nipping at the edge of my now dampened panties. He knows exactly what drives me wild. And I love it. I love the way he worships my body so completely.
My breath catches as he lowers the silky pink material down my hips, bearing me one inch at a time. I can’t help but watch him. I love the possessive look that fills his eyes when he gazes at me. It makes me want to open every little part of myself up to him.
I’ve never felt like that before.
Once my panties have been stripped away, he lays a gentle kiss against me. My hips arch almost immediately in response. I just want to feel his soft lips caressing me, nuzzling me, licking me with long deliberate strokes.
“I’ve missed you, baby.” His eyes capture mine, holding them fiercely as his tongue lowers, sliding leisurely over my flesh. “Mmmm, you’re already so nice and wet for me.”
In response, I babble incoherently. I have absolutely no idea what’s coming out of my mouth. Probably something to do with how much I’ve missed him and how much I enjoy what he’s doing to me.
Not that I’ve told Brooklyn this, but Cole is pretty damn good with his tongue as well. Like it could be a superpower or something like that. I can’t help but spread my legs wider wanting to feel him against my wet warmth as the ache within continues to spiral through me.
“Mmmm, you taste so damn good.” He nibbles at my lips before his tongue strokes over my clit. A long low breathy cry falls from my lips as he slowly lashes me over and over again. My body is all but vibrating with the need he has stoked to life.
I am so damn close to splintering apart.
I just want to scream with the thick tension coiling tightly within me.
“Do you want my cock or tongue?”
The question sends a spasm of pure lust shooting through me. Because I just want him.
Cole.
He has pushed me so completely over the edge that it’s doubtful I can even talk. Certainly not well enough to string a few words together to make a coherent sentence. “Cock,” I finally gasp, “I want your cock.”
Five whole words. I’m almost impressed with myself.
Standing up, he hastily strips off his boxers and I can’t help but watch through lust filled eyes as his gorgeous cock springs free. God but I love his big thick erection.
And I love that it’s mine.
Lightning quick, he sheaths himself in a condom before he’s back on the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs. Not a heartbeat later the blunt head of his hardened length nudges its way at my entrance.
Bliss.
Pure bliss.
There are no other words for it.
“You are so fucking tight,” he grits through clenched teeth as he continues to carefully slide his way inside me. All my muscles wrap around him as waves of pleasure wash over me. I can’t help but arch towards him, wanting him to fill me to the very brim. We both sigh as he does just that before pulling out. Every muscle within my body tightens in protest. This has him growling, thrusting deep within the warm cradle of my body again.
Ten strokes.
That’s all it takes before he’s spilling himself inside me. And nothing has ever felt so wonderful.
Once he disposes of the condom, Cole gathers me up in his arms, pulling me towards him until I’m able to sprawl across his chest. The sound of his heartbeat fills my ears and it’s such a beautiful sound.
One I’ve missed.
Slowly I sift my fingers through the smattering of hair across his chest before trailing them over his flat male nipples. As they harden, I lean over, licking and sucking each one into my mouth.
“You’re going to kill me, Cassidy.”
I grin as I continue playing with his body.
From the corner of my eye, I see his thick shaft stir to life.
Have I mentioned just how gorgeous his cock is?
Yeah… I’m pretty sure I have.
“I’ve missed this,” I say quietly between kisses. “Missed you.”
His fingers slide under my chin before he’s lifting it so that my eyes can latch onto his. “I missed you too, baby. But maybe that’s what we needed to go through in order to find our way back to each other.”
Nodding, my eyes continue holding his. “I don’t want anything else coming between us.”
The corners of his lips tip upward. “It won’t.” His hands trail down to my ribs before he pulls me towards him. “I love you.” He whispers the words right before his lips slide across mine. The feel of him leaves me breathless and my head spinning.
“I love you, too,” I murmur against him.
And then we’re making love all over again and it feels even better than before because it’s long and slow and
perfect. The feel of him filling my body is the most beautiful part. Two hours later we finally leave his room in search of food. I’m famished. So hungry that my belly is actually rumbling and growling in protest. Cole fills two huge bowls of cereal before saturating them in milk.
“Eat up,” he winks before spooning a huge mound of cereal into his mouth. When he’s done chewing, he adds, “Because you’re going to need all your energy.”
I can’t help but giggle and probably blush as I spoon Frosted Mini Wheats into my mouth. Just as we reach the bottom of our bowls, his phone pings with a message. Picking up his cell, he glances at the text.
Even though I’m curious about who is messaging him, I don’t ask. Cole is into me. Literally. So I’m not worried.
Catching my eyes, he murmurs offhandedly, “Just my mom. She’s going to drop off some laundry that I left at the house over the weekend.”
His words have my heart stuttering to a standstill as my eyes flare wide.
Dr. Thompson.
Cole’s mom.
One in the same.
Nibbling my lower lip, I quickly debate what to do.
Do I tell him? Does he have a right to know that his mother was my therapist?
Or do I bury it in the back of my mind and hopefully forgot all about it?
“Cassidy?” My eyes jerk back to his and I can see all the questions swimming around within those golden depths of his. “You okay?”
“Umm, yeah,” I gulp nervously, “I’m fine.”
But I don’t want any more secrets sitting between us.
His brows pinch together before he asks again, “Are you sure?”
Closing my eyes, I finally admit softly, “I need to tell you something.”
Before I even realize it, Cole is right there beside me, picking me up, holding me in his arms as he sits down on one of the kitchen chairs. His arms are wrapped protectively around me, holding me close.
“So tell me.” He murmurs the words against my hair before kissing me gently.
Unable to hold his eyes, I stare down at my fingers which are knotted together in my lap before finally whispering, “When we had dinner at your house,” I gulp, “that wasn’t the first time I’d met your mother.”
His mouth stills against me as he waits for me to continue.
“I’d actually met her in August at the counseling center.” I push out the rest in a hurried jumble. “She was my therapist.”
There.
For a long painful moment I sit frozen on his lap with my breath all but lodged in my throat as I wait for his reaction. I’m so anxious that it feels as if I could shatter into a million jagged pieces. If he can’t deal with what I just told him, that’s exactly what will end up happening. Having him back in my life for a few hours only to lose him all over again would feel like a tragedy.
When he remains silent, I hurry on. Almost like I can’t help myself. “I-I didn’t know she was your mother. You don’t have the same last name. It never occurred to me that she was even related to you.”
His body is so still that it actually begins to frighten me. And so I keep babbling. It’s like a really bad case of diarrhea. It won’t stop.
Oh my God, just make it stop!
“She knows everything, Cole. She knows we were sleeping together. She knows that we used condoms. But… um, I haven’t seen her professionally since I realized she was your mom.” I continue staring at my fingers as they twist in my lap. I can’t bring myself to meet his eyes. They’re probably filled with horror.
“Well, I, ah, did see her on campus before Thanksgiving and we cleared the air which was kind of nice,” I mutter quietly as dread continues to swirl within me.
Total diarrhea.
It’s the shaking of his big body that has me tentatively glancing up. A frown pulls at the corners of my mouth as my brows snap together in confusion. Because it kind of sounds like he’s…
Laughing.
Oh my God, the bastard is actually laughing!
“Cole!” Embarrassment slowly ebbs as anger fills the void instead. “Are you seriously laughing about this?”
“Sorry. I knew something was wrong because that dinner went to total shit as soon as my mom walked through the door but I couldn’t figure out what went wrong.” He starts shaking again with even more mirth. I can’t help but slap at his t-shirt covered chest before trying to jump off his lap.
“It’s not funny,” I seethe, “she knows everything about my relationship with you because I told her! She knows we’ve had sex. I talked to her about going on the pill. Condoms! She knows that we were using them!” I shake my head. “Do you have any idea how blindsided I felt when she walked through that door and I realized that the woman I had been confiding in was none other than my boyfriend’s mother?”
A fresh wave of humiliation washes over me again making me feel even worse. His laughter isn’t helping matters either.
Not about to let me go, Cole tightens his thickly corded arms around my wiggling body. They feel like steel bands holding me firmly in place. Even as I fight, I know it’s futile. I’m not going anywhere until he decides to let me go.
“Do you want to know what’s even more embarrassing than that?”
Feeling peeved, I don’t respond.
He continues anyway. “Having your mom barge in on you when you’re balls deep in your girlfriend and seconds away from blowing your load. Trust me, that is way more embarrassing. And because that’s not humiliating enough, I also had to sit down with her and my stepdad to,” he releases me just long enough to make air quotes with his fingers, but by this point I’ve stopped struggling, “discuss the ramifications of what Jackie and I were doing with our bodies.” Eyes wide, he cocks an eyebrow at me. “Yeah… and let me tell you, it unfortunately didn’t end with the very real horrors of STD’s and pregnancy shown in an overly graphic power point presentation.”
He pauses for a moment as if to clear that unwanted image from his head. “No, the worst part was discussing the emotional consequences of sex. The only thing that could have made it any worse was if she had decided to give me a few tips and pointers before finally letting me slink back to the scene of the crime.”
The laughter is all but exploding from my lips as he rehashes the story.
Suddenly his arms are tightening around me again as he grins. “Oh, so that’s funny, huh?” Those gorgeous dimples of his pop and wink, melting my heart. “I didn’t have sex for two whole months after that fiasco.” He shakes his head at the memory.
I’m all but dying with laughter because I can just imagine Dr. Thompson sitting down to have an in depth sex talk and poor Cole having to endure it.
After my giggling finally subsides, he says rather seriously, “So, do I think her knowing that I’m having sex with someone I love and that we’re trying to be responsible is really a catastrophe?” Slowly he shakes his head. “No, it honestly doesn’t bother me at all.”
Finally I shoot him a look from beneath the fringe of my lashes. “She knows about my past, Cole. She knows everything about me,” I stress.
His eyes hold mine and within them I see all the love he feels for me. “I don’t care. I’m not ashamed about it and you shouldn’t be either. You’ve worked hard this semester to overcome everything and I’m proud of you for that, Cassidy. In the grand scheme of things, nothing else matters.”
His words ring throughout my head as I finally release a long slow breath before the edges of my mouth tilt upwards. “You’re right.” Then I press my lips to his. “I just didn’t want there to be any more secrets between us.”
His mouth slowly caresses mine. Back and forth his lips rub. “I don’t care about any of that. I really don’t.” His tongue slips into my mouth as his hands slide under my t-shirt, well- one of his t-shirts, before each hand finds a breast to toy with. This lasts for about a minute before we hear-
“Oh yeah, breakfast and an X-rated show! Hot freaking damn!”
Snapping out of our lust fill
ed daze, we both turn towards Alex who is at this very moment backing out of the kitchen with a huge smile lighting up his face.
Palms up, he says emphatically, “Do not go anywhere! And don’t stop what you’re doing either!”
Then he’s gone, pounding up the staircase, knocking on doors, letting everyone know that we’re on the verge of having sex right there on the kitchen table. I think he mentions something about popping some popcorn as well.
I duck my head into the curve of Cole’s neck trying to stifle my giggles because this is so not funny. I can feel Cole’s big body shaking with laughter beneath me.
“Maybe we should move this X-rated show back up to the bedroom?”
Untucking my face from his warm flesh, I meet his eyes. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “So is this one of those embarrassing stories we now get to tell?”
“Sure, but let’s give it a couple of months.”
Smiling, I ask in a husky voice, “So… you wouldn’t be interested in having your very own X-rated show, would you?”
Not bothering to answer, he immediately shoots to his feet with me in his arms before walking out of the kitchen and back up to his bedroom. Thankfully none of his other roommates are taking Alex very seriously, so we don’t see any of them. Once the door to Cole’s room is closed, I realize that we’ve missed our psych class.
Guess we’ll just have to get notes from Sammy.
As Cole slides his nice thick erection back inside me, psychology notes suddenly don’t matter one damn bit.
And as I stifle the cry that oh-so-desperately wants to tear from my lips, they matter even less.
Last year, when I got kicked off the hockey team and failed out of Dartmouth, I couldn’t imagine anything good ever coming out of it. But somehow it has. Because if my life hadn’t detoured, I wouldn’t have met Cole. Nor would I have been given the chance to fall in love with him. I wouldn’t have this opportunity to forge a new relationship with my mom and an even better one with my dad. Brooklyn and I wouldn’t be roommates and best friends. And I wouldn’t be playing hockey on a team that I actually enjoy.
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