“Thanks, I appreciate you looking in on her.”
“Anything for you, Jenna.”
Twenty-Two
Yes, I’m tipsy, but only slightly. It wasn’t my intention to be, but the closer it came to the end of the reception the more nervous I got. I want to sleep with Cole, more than I ever wanted to be with anyone else in my life, but it scares me. All those insecurities of my fifteen-year-old self are rearing their ugly heads. I’m sure he’s had a ton of experience and mine is, while not lacking, isn’t all that awe inspiring either. Vanilla. Yep, that’s what I am and have always been. What if he isn’t? He was intrigued by the goody bags. Is he into stuff I don’t understand? Hell, I hadn’t even owned a vibrator until that bridal shower. What if he’s disappointed? What if I don’t do the right things?
As soon as the elevator doors shut to take us upstairs, he has me pressed back against the back wall. He’s never kissed me like this before. Hot, passionate, his tongue tangling with mine and his hands are on my ass, pulling me tight against his hard cock. My knees turn to jelly, my nipples become painfully alert, pressing against my suddenly too tight bra. Heat flashes to my core. I might not even make it to the hotel room before I come.
The elevator dings and the door opens. He breaks and checks the floor number before grinning at me. “Our stop.”
I can barely catch my breath, and honestly, I’m a bit shocked from the delicious assault to my senses. Can I even fucking walk?
He grins wider and before I can comprehend what he’s doing, Cole bends and catches my stomach and stands with me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
“Claiming my woman.”
I should be embarrassed but all I can do is laugh. Maybe I should find out how much he’s had to drink.
He strides down the hall and I bury my face in his back and pray nobody’s in the hall right now. Especially anyone from the wedding because this dress is a dead giveaway that I’m one of the attendants.
There’s a cool breeze on the back of my thighs and I hope my ass isn’t exposed in this position.
Cole bites my outer thigh as his hand skims up the inside, all the way up until he’s at my panties.
“Wet already.”
My face floods with heat, along with the rest of my body as he licks my leg.
He stops and I can only assume we’re outside of his door and even though he’s looking for his key in one pocket, his other hand has been busy as his fingers slip inside by panties. One massages my clit and another slips inside me. I give it a little squeeze.
He pushes the door open while his fingers continue to work their magic and enters the room. He pauses just inside the door. “Very nice ass.”
Before I can ask he turns and saunters further in to the room and I realize he had stopped before a full mirror and my ass is hanging out of the dress. Thank God nobody else was in the hall.
Cole strides across the room, tosses me on the bed and comes down on me. My legs are already spread and he presses the length of his hard cock against me as his mouth claims mine, robbing me of breath, thought or will. I arch and wrap my legs about his hips. Pressing my clit against him. He started this I need to finish it now.
He’s thrusting against me. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either.”
“You sure?”
“God, yes.”
He’s gone instantly. Standing, he’s kicking off his shoes and unbuckling the belt of his pants and taking them off. Either he wasn’t wearing underwear or they went with the slacks and his cock springs free, peeking at me from the folds of his dress shirt, moisture beaded on the tip. My mouth goes dry. He stands for a minute, looking around then reaches into an overnight bag on the dresser behind him and pulls out a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on. I can’t not watch, my heart’s beating and my clit aching.
Cole bends, pushes my dress to my hips and then slides my panties down. I lift my ass, wishing he would hurry.
He leans forward, kisses my inner thigh and I shudder. My nerves have never been this alive with anticipation. He comes over me again. His cock probes my entrance, I tilt my hips and in one thrust he fills me.
We both sigh.
He draws back and fills me again. Over and over. I’m riding the waves but I know I’m not going to crest. I never do. I’m fairly certain I don’t have a g-spot, but that’s okay. Just having him in me is exactly what I’ve needed.
His head goes back and he presses deep and shudders before falling to the side of me.
Both of us are panting from the exertion and I can’t even speak.
I’m as big a shit as I was in high school. No finesse, just rutting her and getting my rocks off and in under a fucking minute. She didn’t come or even fake it. I have skills and I used none of them. She probably never wants me to touch her again.
I’m such a fucking dick, but I couldn’t wait. If I didn’t get in her right then, I was going to come in my pants, which would have been more embarrassing. But maybe not as bad as my showing just now.
Jenna pushes her skirt down to hide her pussy. A shame. I rather like seeing it. She’s practically shaved, with just some trimmed dark hairs framing the prize. Moisture still glistens there. Or did, before she covered herself, and I’m reminded again that she got no pleasure out of what just happened.
I’m a fucking dick. “Sorry.”
She blinks at me and laughs. “For what?”
“I should have waited for you, or took my time…”
She puts her finger against my lips. “Cole, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“You didn’t come.”
She laughs again. “Is that what bothers you?”
“That, and I took you like a barbarian.”
Jenna rolls to face me. “I kind of liked it.”
Did she really? I wrap an arm around her. “The urgency got to me. I’ve been hard for you since I saw you in that dress.”
Her smile’s big. “Really?”
“Actually, I’ve been hard for you for weeks.”
She settles back a pleased smile on her face. She can’t be all that pleased, but I can rectify the situation. The night isn’t over. I just need a minute to recover. Minutes that I can spend exploring.
“I forgot my bag,” she suddenly says.
“What?”
“I was going to get my bag before coming here.”
“Can’t you get it in the morning?” If I let her walk out that door, what if she doesn’t come back? I can hear her now, telling Morgan that it’s a good thing I didn’t take her up on the offer the night of the bachelorette party because I’m a fucking disappointment.
“I need something to sleep in.”
“Oh, no you don’t.”
A small smile pulls at her lips. She did think our fun was over.
“I also need clothes for tomorrow. You want me going back in the morning still in this dress?”
“That’s a problem?” I really don’t want her to leave.
“I don’t do the walk of shame.” She sits up and leans over the bed, grabbing her panties and slipping into them. Shit. I didn’t even give her a chance to take off her shoes before I had her on her back.
She’s leaving and not coming back.
“I’ll go.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re already half undressed.” Jenna grabs her clutch bag, which she dropped in the center of the room. “I’ll be right back.”
“Will you?”
She gives me the strangest look. “Of course. You think I want to be in the suite with whatever bridesmaids didn’t hook up instead of here with you?”
“Well, after the way I just treated you.”
This time she chuckles and comes cover, leaning down she kisses me. “Cole, you have a lot to learn about me.”
She stands and starts across the room, wincing. “God, I can’t wait to get out of these shoes. I can’t remember the last time my feet hurt this bad.” With that she’s out the door and I blow
out a sigh of relief. I hope she comes back and wasn’t just telling me that. I don’t even know what suite they’re in.
I scramble off the bed. The rest of the night isn’t going to be the disaster it almost started off to be. I will make this up to her.
I grab my boxers and pull them on, but remove the rest of my clothing. I look ridiculous in a dress shirt, jacket, tie, black socks and nothing else.
I didn’t upgrade to a nicer room and come prepared to seduce and make love to Jenna, only to ruin it because I have no fucking control. The rest of the night is about her.
I just hope she wasn’t lying. What if she doesn’t come back?
Twenty-Three
Wow, my legs are still a little wobbly. I’ve never had sex so quickly and with so much urgency in my life. And he apologized?
It was powerful. All need. He wanted me and couldn’t wait. Who wouldn’t be turned on even more?
I let myself into the suite and wait, listening. I hope I’m not disturbing anyone. There’s two bedrooms, which five of us slept in last night. Two in each room and I was on the pull-out couch, which was fine. Both doors are closed and I can hear some faint moaning from behind each one. I’m not sure who’s in there, or where the other bridesmaids are, but it’s none of my concern. I’ve got a place to sleep.
I didn’t really unpack yesterday, just got out a change of clothes this morning and threw everything else back in the bag because I didn’t have to worry about hair or makeup. I quietly let myself back out of the suite and head back to the elevator. The first thing I’m going to do is get out of these shoes. Why did Alyssa make us wear such high heels when she knew we were going to be on our feet so much?
Of course, she wears heels a lot, as do most the other bridesmaids. It’s not practical for me. Not while I’m working at Baxter anyway.
I ride the elevator down two floors and exit out to Cole’s floor, pulling my suitcase, more of a carry on, to Cole’s door and knock.
He doesn’t answer immediately. Did he fall asleep?
I knock a little harder and then hear him hurrying to the door.
He’s seems almost relieved to see me. Did he really think I wasn’t coming back? I usually don’t fuck a guy and get up and leave.
Then again, he may not know that about me.
There’s a lot we still need to learn about the other.
“You were quicker than I thought.”
“I can go back and start over.” Why is he just standing there and not letting me in?
“No.” He opens the door further. “This is how it was supposed to go. I want a do over.”
I slowly walk into the room. It’s bathed in candlelight. Were there candles here before?
Water is running in the bathroom and Cole excuses himself and runs in there, turning it off. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your bath.”
He comes back out. “You didn’t.”
I do a slow turn. Music is playing quietly in the background. It’s a scene for seduction. Really. That isn’t necessary. Especially since we already did the deed.
He takes my bag and shoves it against the wall before turning me in his arms. “This is what I planned for tonight. Before I lost all control.”
“Planned?”
“A nice hotel room.” He begins slowly turning, dancing with me. “Soft music, romance…”
My dress loosens as he slides the zipper down. It’s a strapless gown so I hold my arms close to my side so it doesn’t fall.
“No, no, no,” he says as he lifts my arms and the dress falls to my feet.
He stands back and all I want to do is hide myself. I’m standing here in my strapless bra and matching panties. It’s a new set. I did plan ahead since I knew he would probably see them. I’m also still wearing these damn heels.
“Damn you’re hot.”
Suddenly, I’m not so self-conscious.
He takes my hand and helps me step out of my dress and leads me to the bed to sit, before kneeling at my feet. One by one he unstraps the buckles and removes the shoes. I stretch my feet and wiggle my toes. It feels good to be out of them.
“This way my lady.”
He holds out his hand and I take it, allowing him to lead me into the bathroom. The bottom of my feet feel bruised but I’ll happily follow wherever he takes me. I really hadn’t gotten a look at the bathroom before. I didn’t really have a chance, but it’s huge, with a deep tub for two. There’s more candles in here, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a plate with chocolate covered strawberries.
The tub is filled with water and bubbles and steam is rolling off of it.
He unhooks my bra and it falls to the floor. I quickly cover my breasts. He tisks, gets down on his knees and begins to slide my panties down my thighs. Much slower than he did before, kissing his way from my stomach, tonguing the emerald piercing in my belly button before going further. I’m getting wet again. Ready for him to explore whatever he wants. I step out of the panties and he tosses them aside before taking my hands and uncovering my breasts. He takes one nipple in his mouth and then the other. My knees nearly give way.
All too soon he stops and stands and helps me into the tub. “For you.”
It does look heavenly and the way my feet feel, they could use a soak, but I’d rather be in bed, with Cole.
I sink into the water. The tub is slanted perfectly so I can rest my head back. He gives me a glass of wine and holds out the plate of strawberries. I take one and sink my teeth into it. The chocolate crumbles and falls onto my boob. Cole leans forward and licks it away.
Good thing I’m in water or I could go up in flames. “Aren’t you getting in with me?”
A slow smile comes to his lips. He sets the plate at the side of the tub, along with his glass of wine and then strips out of his boxers. He’s already hard. It hasn’t been even a half hour since we had sex. My clit starts throbbing again and I press my legs together to help ease the ache.
Cole settles against the opposite side, but there’s plenty of room for us to sit side by side.
There’s a tattoo on the right side of his chest, gold and blue. An emblem of some sort with a sun, dagger and petals. “Always Here” scripted beneath it. “What’s the tat mean?”
He looks down and smiles. “It’s for my mom.”
“Your mom?” I don’t know what I was expecting but that wasn’t it. It’s a cool tat and a lot better than a heart on the arm with Mom through it. Though, I’m pretty sure nobody gets those anymore.
“It’s the insignia for her unit. Even though we didn’t get to see her much, we knew she would always be there if we needed her.”
“Is it your only one?”
“Yeah. I didn’t realize it’d hurt so much.”
I can’t help but laugh. It was my same reaction when I got my belly button pierced.
“But, it was worth it.”
“What does she think?”
“She doesn’t know.”
“What? Really?”
“It just never came up in conversation.”
I sink further as the bubbles start to die, no longer hiding my nipples and Cole grabs one of my feet. I jerk because I’m ticklish, so he grabs it firmly.
“What are you doing?”
“You said your feet hurt.” With that he starts massaging. I groan. This is heaven. I take another strawberry, savor it and sip my wine before laying my head back and closing my eyes. He switches to the other foot and gives it the same treatment. I don’t want to get up, ever again.
“Don’t go to sleep on me.”
I barely lift my eyes. “I won’t.”
He sets my foot down and slides his hand up my leg. “Because the night is not over.”
He stands and steps out of the tub and pushes a strawberry into my mouth before he grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. I could lie here all night admiring his body. Hard, lean, muscular. He must work out a ton.
He shakes out a big fluffy towel and holds it open. I guess my bath is done. I stan
d and step into his arms. The towel is warm! “Are those heated towel racks?”
“Uh huh.”
“Nice.” I’d love to have one of these in my house, especially in the middle of winter.
He pulls me into the bedroom. “Lie down.” It isn’t so much an order, but it kind of is. A little thrill runs through me. I’ll do just about anything he tells me to.
I crawl into the middle of the bed, getting damp with anticipation while the rest of my skin dries.
“On your stomach.”
This is not what I expected and I look up, meeting his eyes. They’re smoldering but there’s a naughty quirk to his lips. “Trust me.”
This is going to be about her. I will not lose control again. If I keep repeating it too myself, I should be good. But damn, I just want to jump her again. At least some of the early edge is off but only because I was no better than a selfish high school kid who knows nothing about giving a girl pleasure and cared only about getting his rocks off.
I don’t know what she thinks I plan on doing but a bit of worry shot through her eyes when I told her to roll over. I have nothing but pleasure in mind for Jenna.
“Comfortable?”
“Yep.”
“Put your arms over your head and relax.”
Slowly she does what I tell her, but there’s a bit of reluctance. She’ll figure it out soon enough.
I open the drawer in the nightstand and take a bottle out. I’m better prepared now. I wasn’t thinking straight to remember I put everything in there earlier. I’m just glad a condom was still in my luggage because I’m not certain I would have remembered where I put them last time.
I rub the oil in my hands, heating it and start with her right leg. Jenna jerks at first and then relaxes and then moans. I grin.
“That’s nice.” She sighs.
I work my way up one leg, slowly, massaging her muscles before I go to the other. My fingers hover just a fraction of an inch from her pussy each time. Jenna squirms, but I don’t touch her there. Not yet.
Pulling the towel away, I straddle that fine, rounded ass, but I don’t let my weight rest on her and massage my way up her back. She has the softest skin I’ve ever touched. With each stroke, she relaxes more and more. If anyone’s been carrying tension in her body, it’s Jenna and I’m going to make sure every single muscle in her body is as relaxed as it can be before I’m done with her. I work the knots and she tenses for a moment and then relaxes. I know they have to be painful and I go deep into the muscle.
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