by Aria Cole
“Cole, why aren’t you just using your phone to get us out of here?” she asked and we both laughed.
“Why didn’t we think of that sooner?” I grabbed my phone from the desk and dialed a number. Jason, the bar owner, answered on the first ring. “Hey, man, can you come unlock the back office. Thanks.” I hung up the phone and looked at Silver right as the door opened and Jason’s head popped in.
“Hey, man, how did you get stuck in here?” he asked.
“I think the door gets stuck. Make sure the staff knows,” I said, pulling Silver with me as we went through the door.
Chapter 7
Silver
“You know,” I shot Cole a sideways grin, “I can defend myself from any lunatics that might come my way.”
Cole only grunted, eyes zeroing in on the chocolate-chip cookie that I was just taking my first bite of. “We talked about this. Until the threat is annihilated, I’m stuck to you like glue. Is that the only thing you’ve eaten today?”
I shrugged, taking another bite. He swiped the cookie from my hand then, shoving the rest of it in his own mouth and causing a fit of rage to bubble up inside me. “Hey, you big ass cookie monster, maybe it’s you I need protecting from.”
I moved to swat his shoulder but instead he caught my wrist and hauled me close to him. He finished chewing and swallowed his cookie before giving me a cocky smile. “You definitely need protecting from me, just wait ‘til I get you home and fed.”
He grazed butterfly kisses along my neck, causing desire to simmer to a boil inside of me.
I’d been staying at Cole’s place for two weeks. I’d become so adapted to his place in my life that being without him for a full eight-hour day was unbearable.
“Today was insane—It's going to be sweet dreams as soon as my head hits the pillow tonight.”
“You won’t have any time for dreamin’,” Cole cooed.
My stomach swam with his words.
By the time Cole and I were home, the last thing on my mind was eating.
“I figured you didn’t eat, so I made my world famous chicken chili for dinner.”
“You made dinner?” My stomach was suddenly so ready for whatever he’d made.
“For you.” He ferried me over the threshold and into the kitchen, the smell of slow-cooked deliciousness filling my nostrils. “Table’s set.” He pulled a chair out for me.
I sat, feeling like his princess.
He brought me a steaming bowl then, settling beside me in the chair before I did my best to not look like a starved dog while I ate the best thing I’d ever tasted.
“You’re a master in the kitchen.”
“Just wait until we hit the bedroom.” He arched one devilish eyebrow.
My pussy clenched. “I can’t wait.”
“Good thing I don’t believe in waitin’.”
His knuckles grazed my skin. “Look how turned on you are for me, Silver.”
My name on his lips did delicious things to me. Lost for words and between breathless pants, I hummed, “I’m always wet around you…”
One of his palms slid down the waistband of my jeans while his lips attached to my throat. “I can’t wait to take what’s mine, Silver.”
I would have crumbled at his feet if not for his broad arms holding me against him from the chair. He carried me on long strides down the hallway, depositing me on the bed quickly before yanking the zipper down on his jeans, a feral look dancing in his blue eyes.
“I’m going to suck this sweet pussy dry, then roll your taste around my tongue until you can’t help but come on my face.” His filthy words had the orgasm inching closer to the point of no return. He dropped down onto me, pushing the waistband of my pants down my legs along with my silk panties. He tossed them to the floor before his other palm lifted my leg around his waist and angled his thick cock right against my pussy.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as the ridge rubbed against my clit, sending stars bursting behind my vision.
He pushed his hand into my hair, connecting our lips and tangling our tongues, his dick snug against the seam of me, hitting my clit and making every nerve throb with need.
“I can smell how turned on you are, the scent of your pussy is so thick I can taste it on my tongue.” His words seeped out in a near growl. I nearly came in a gush right then.
“I’m so wet,” I squeaked. His hand connected with the hot, tingling flesh of my overworked pussy.
“You’re soaked for me, baby.” His calloused fingers swept across my flesh, working me closer and closer. My breaths were choppy as his tongue brushed up my throat, landing at my lips and taking me with full force.
This man knew me from the inside out. I knew Cole, maybe better than anyone else, and he knew me just as well. His fingers sped up, another digit added to the assault as my thighs began to shake around him. I was both terrified and turned on by the feelings spiking my insides. “Coat my hand, Silver. Give it to me good.”
He pushed his thumb in the entrance of my pussy, and then I lost all sense of reality. My vision clouded, and every nerve in my body tensed and released as my arousal soaked his hand. “Look how hard I made you come.”
He sucked in a quiet breath, his wet hand leaving the aroused spot between my thighs and cupping his thick, veiny cock.
The soft head made my mouth water, the lingering pulses of my orgasm still pushing through my muscles as he stroked himself root to tip. His cock shone in the light, coated in my come.
I cupped a hand around his, sliding up to the tip along with him. The silky steel-covered cock in my hands nearly made me come in another furious rush. He was so strong, virile, like a god the way his broad shoulders and chiseled abs were faintly outlined by the cotton of his thin shirt.
“I can’t control myself when your hands are on me,” he grunted, his hand fisting his cock at the root. His eyes shuddered closed, and I took the moment to adjust my body so I could take the tip into my mouth.
He sucked in a violent breath of air when my lips touched the tip. He groaned loudly as I swallowed as far as I could—not even to the base of my own hand on top of his before he was pressing at the back of my throat.
“Silver, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Cole asked, his hand threading through my hair and holding me against him gently.
I hollowed my cheeks before he could finish, sucking up the length of him and tonguing the soft ridge of his tip before going back down again.
“Dammit, Silver, I'm going to come.” His fingers tightened in my hair, my scalp tingling from the bite, my pussy aching with pleasure.
Stroking his cock, I pressed up on my knees and breathed against his ear.
“I want your come.” A soft groan vibrated from his chest and rumbled straight to my pussy. I moaned, fingers digging into his chest as he pumped his hips, dragging the tip of his dick back and forth across my overstimulated nerves. I shivered, teeth pushing into the slab of flesh at his shoulder through his shirt as he teased his dick at the edge of my entrance.
Hovering softly, he muttered in my ear, “I can’t wait to love you every day for the rest of our lives. This—” he staccatoed his thrusts “—pussy—” another thrust “—is mine.” Another orgasm ripped through my body, my chest heaving as every muscle quivered with release.
His hips continued the assault, grinding against my clit until his rhythm grew uneven and his thighs taut. Long, white jets of come splashed out onto my pussy and abdomen, covering my navel in his hot seed. He held me to him, crushing me against all his hard edges as our breaths slowed to normal.
“That was amazing,” I finally breathed.
His soft chuckle echoed around us. “Even better than the world famous chili?”
I laughed out loud. “Way better.”
Just then my new phone rang through the silence.
I bent, fumbling for the pocket of my jeans, and breathed hello into the receiver without checking the caller ID.
Heavy panting pressed in on me.
“Hello?” Fear must have trembled my voice because Cole’s eyes widened.
He stood silently, slipping his own phone out of his jeans and sending a quick text.
The breathing continued, and I breathed another quiet, “Hello?”
The panting grew heavier, the breathing on the line so ragged it sounded like whoever it was wanted me to hear every lungful.
Cole came close to me then, showing me the screen of his phone.
JESSIE IS TRACING THE CALL
I nodded, trying to keep my composure. Knowing he and Jessie were there to back me up made me bolder. “Hello? Can I help you? Who is this?”
The panting sped up.
Cole began typing on his phone then, a dark grin crossing his face. He nodded once, then switched the screen to me. An address, only a few blocks from here, showed up on the screen.
“I'll be right back,” Cole mouthed, yanking his jeans on without boxers, tucking his thick cock behind the blue denim. He typed something quickly, then angled the screen at me.
SECURITY WILL BE HERE IN 30 SECONDS. LET THEM IN AND KEEP HIM TALKING.
I nodded, wanting nothing more than to hang up on the caller right now.
Cole was out the door a moment later, but not before locking it from the outside before he left.
I leapt up, hovering at the door for security.
I held the phone at my ear, cringing as the panting continued.
Security tapped a moment later, and I let them in just as I heard a soft rustling on the phone line.
A groan and then a soft click, and then the line went dead.
“Oh my God.”
Chapter 8
Cole
“What. The. Fuck?”
Beady little eyes stared back at me.
I’d been such a fool.
All this time, the menace right in front of my face had been fucking with my girl.
“H-hello?”
I shook my head, fury racing through me as I saw he still had the phone. I didn’t speak, only reached across the space between us and wrapped my palm around his throat.
He gargled once, eyes growing big before I yanked the phone from his hand. The call was still active, the name on the screen: BABY.
I pressed end on the call and tossed his phone on the floor, stomping it to smithereens with my boot.
“She’s not your baby, Malcolm.” I pressed at his windpipe. “Didn’t I already teach you a lesson once?” I seethed at his ear. “Why’d you go and piss me off again?”
My gaze slid across the room, rage filling me as I spotted pictures of Silver taped on the wall above his office desk. Different poses, her at work, her at school, her outside of my place.
“You are dead.”
My adrenaline jumped into overdrive when I remembered the small knife I had tucked in my pocket. My fingers curled around the cold metal as I pulled it out and silently flicked it open.
My muscles twitched, the rage infiltrating my blood stream.
I was prepared to slit his throat, throw him aside and make sure Silver was safe forever.
Just as I reached my arm out to slash his throat, a form materialized and suddenly blood was everywhere.
Warm red blood, wet on my hands, my body, my face.
I no longer saw the weaselly face of Malcolm. I saw red. His blood. And then my world faded to black.
“Hey, wake up, the coast is clear.”
I felt a tapping a moment later.
I came to on the floor, Jessie hovering over me.
“You feelin’ okay? Sorry I had to put you in a headlock, I thought you were gonna kill that guy for a minute there.”
“I was, why’d you stop me?”
“Just tryin’ to save you from a murder trial like a good buddy would.” Jessie hauled me off the floor. “The guys handcuffed that fuck that was after Silver. He’s harmless, no rap sheet, glad we got a trace on him in time though, who knows what he had planned.”
Jessie flicked at a polaroid, poorly exposed in the dim apartment.
“He’s obsessed with her.”
“Why did you stop me, bro? I had him. Sick fucks like this don’t deserve to live.”
“I know, I know, Cole. Why don't you go home to your girl? I left a guard posted, but she needs you right now.”
I nodded, taking his advice and walking the two quick blocks back to my place.
When I opened the door, her teary eyes were on me, arms around my neck a second later.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Need to feel you.”
I carried her in my arms off down the hallway, desperate to get lost in her, to know she was safe and still all mine.
“Can’t stand the thought of a hair on your head coming to harm.”
I placed reverent kisses down her forehead when we reached the bedroom. I eased her back on the bed, the urge to take things slow and sweet overpowering me.
Her gaze nailed mine just as my hands were sliding up the creamy skin of her thighs, damp and still shaking from the first orgasm I’d nursed from her.
“You’re so turned on for me you can’t even keep still, precious,” I crooned at her ear, using the moment of distraction to tear her panties down her legs. She sighed, ass working back and forth like it was begging for my teeth. My bite mark on her pretty ass would look nice, a brand on her skin. I was determined to give her that and more.
I pushed the pants over the round globes of her sweet ass and sank my teeth into one cheek, enjoying the shudder that coursed through her, dampening her thighs and turning my cock to steel. Beads of pre-come dotted the front of my jeans as I lowered to my knees and plunged my tongue into her pretty pink flesh.
Lapping and sucking at her soaked lips, I swirled and tasted and savored every drop of herself she had to give. I wanted her so fucking wet for me she wouldn’t be able to think straight.
Fisting at the cheeks of her ass, I shoved my face deeper, coating it with her juices, smearing her on my lips, covering myself in her scent because here, with her, was the only place I ever wanted to be. She arched when I slid one slow finger into her body, nearly losing myself when her walls contracted around me, sucking me in and begging for more. She groaned when I nipped at the hard little bud of her clit. Sliding one hand up the curve of her hips, I locked her hand in mine, holding her tightly as I sucked that little nub into my mouth and danced figure eights around it with my tongue.
Her legs tensed, her breathing growing more erratic, before I hooked my fingers and sent her straight over the edge and into my arms. Her muscles seized up around me, arousal coursing down my chin and drenching my fingers. I’d done my job well, all right. I’d made her come so hard she’d never be able to fuck anyone else without thinking of where I’d been.
Just as her breathing calmed, I spun her in my arms, still on my knees, lapping at the moisture coating her thighs. She shuddered when I slid my tongue up the seam of her pretty cunt, sucking all the stray honey from her skin and savoring the essence of her on my taste buds. I could go for being surrounded by her scent every night and live a long and happy life. One of her hands pushed into my hair as I worked her into a frenzy, the skirt of her dress falling in silky waves around me.
“I need to see what’s mine.” I stood, grasping the dress and pulling it over her shoulders. She stood, all soft and creamy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, precious, I don’t know what to eat next.” But I knew where I was headed, my hands already pulling the bra from her body and stripping her bare. Her nipples puckered in the brisk night, but I didn’t give them long without my attention. My hands were embracing her tits, my mouth covering one nipple and drawing in long sucks. Her hands threaded through my hair as soft little moans fell from her lips.
Christ, those moans would be the death of me. She had to stop making those noises, or I’d never last as long as I needed to last to please her in all the ways I wanted to.
Her hands were at my button, workin
g the metal back and forth before I grew frustrated with all the fabric between us and pulled the zipper down in one quick stroke. Shoving the denim down my thighs, I grunted with equal parts pain and relief when my cock hit the cool air.
I needed inside her before I lost my head.
Hell, I think I had already lost it. I wanted those lips around my cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as my rough hands pushed through her hair. I wanted everything with this woman.
She dragged one finger up the thick vein that throbbed from the base to the tip, one painted nail dusting across the ridge of my cock.
I cupped her fist around my shaft, the tip already leaking thick beads of pre-come at just the thought of being buried inside of her.
Her hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me in for a slow kiss. Her legs locked around my waist then, the tip of my cock sliding against her entrance and sending stars rocketing behind my vision, friction rubbing her and me in all the right places.
“Jesus, woman.” I laid my forehead against hers, sucking in one long breath as my mind raged. I hovered at her entrance, everything in me wanting to plow in, to claim what was mine. “I love waking up in the morning to you.” I closed her lips with a forceful kiss, showing her exactly what I meant. “I like you all quivering and needy underneath me. I like knowing I own your orgasms and that pretty pink pussy.”
Her sparkling eyes flared, waiting patiently, my dick teasing just close enough to touch but not nearly enough to provide any release. I dragged my dick along the hot seam of her cunt, enjoying the shudder that burned through her. I snaked a hand around her neck, holding her firmly as I touched our lips, kissing her slowly, tentatively, my dick sliding a little harder, a little deeper with each pass.
Her nails dug into my sides, her breath washing across my neck in desperate pants, and then finally I slipped in. And lost in her body, swimming with her soul, I fucking came alive.
With frantic thrusts, I clutched at her hips, rocking her against me as we worked a steady rhythm together. Her fingers grasped at my flesh, leaving fiery nail tracks in their wake. My teeth clung to her neck, sucking at the hollow and laving up the line of her throat before she was gasping and begging for more.
