by Ace Gray
Elle
“Cole, Cole, ColeColeColeCole…” I screeched in time with the devilish laps of his tongue.
My body shuddered like I was living through the shifting of continents. The fact that the godforsaken engine was still rumbling beneath me made my teeth chatter. Or was that the orgasm I was about to have?
Because I was headed for the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I couldn’t decide if each touch was a firework, a bright and beautiful star or the swirling insides of a comet itself.
I blindly patted around to find his hands where they dug into my thighs. My fingers curled into his and encouraged him to dig in even harder. Warm puffs of air from a barely-there laugh tickled between my thighs and my hips twerked all on their own. Cole laughed louder.
“Cole, please. Please let me come,” I begged.
He wrapped his tongue around my clit and by some miracle of mouth muscles rolled it along the tiny bud of nerves.
“Fuck. Please!” I dug my nails into his hands where I held them.
“That makes me so hard it hurts, Elle.” Cole sat back as he said it, that painfully attractive smirk pulling across his face. In the dying afternoon light, his face glistened with my arousal.
I groaned then added a ragged whisper, “Please.”
Wordlessly he shook my hand free of his big palm. My arm crashed gracelessly back into the leather of the backseat.
“I got you, Ladyface.”
He balled his hand except for one finger. The cat tattoo on his middle finger was left on full display. His mischievous dimple hollowed out his cheek just before he pressed his finger into his mouth. Just a second later, he pulled it out, every bit as shiny as his cheeks. Cole disappeared back between my thighs and his wet finger slid into me just a moment before his mouth was back on my clit.
His pussy danced inside mine, teasing me, tormenting me as he petted every inch inside. I digressed into nonsensical whimpers when his tongue folded on me. His finger found my G-spot and roughly pressed.
In less than a minute, my world shattered. I screamed a guttural, banshee sound that I didn’t recognize as my own. Waves rolled through my body and broke along his finger. His tongue didn’t stop its stupid, wonderful, insane, heavenly dance. I couldn’t help but watch him, slack-jawed.
Bright green eyes bored into mine, leaving me exposed even when I tried to shutter myself up. The quiet slurping and delightful lapping between my legs slowed on the heels of the most spectacular orgasm I’d ever had. The intense engine threatened to unhinge my bones and scatter me across Cole’s backseat.
“Elle,” he growled, “do you like milkshakes?”
I couldn’t help but crinkle my nose at the unexpected question. “Yeah, but only cherry. Why?” I managed between deep, haggard breaths.
Cole burst out laughing. His real laugh was brash and boomed through the car, equal parts joyous and sinful. I wanted to squeeze my legs together at the sound but his fingers were still clawing into my skin.
“Cherry?” His answering smile threatened to split his face, and if it were possible, I would have fallen into the deep well his left cheek was sporting.
“Yeah. Why?” I wiggled against his grip, hoping to sit up a little straighter and salvage what may be left of my dignity.
Cole just laughed all the louder as he let go of me and twisted to slide back into the driver’s seat. He took a moment to adjust the rearview mirror before answering. “You taste like a cherry milkshake.” He leaned across the seat and popped the front seat forward before looking up at me from under long eyelashes. “And cherry is my favorite.”
Was every sentence out of his mouth sexier than the last?
“Get up here.” He jerked his chin toward the front and I couldn’t help but press my legs together again.
I shoved my skirt down then slid over to the door. As soon as I popped out, Cole shoved the seat back into place and patted the leather waiting for me. I sat and pulled the door shut, leaving only the rumble of the car to fill the small space between us.
The Chicago skyline pierced the faded blue hombre of Cole’s windshield, I blew out a deep breath that rustled the golden waves hanging in my face. Out of habit, I shoved my hands through my hair then sagged back into the seat. Chicago always meant trouble.
“You all right, Ladyface?” Cole slid his hand behind my neck and started massaging with the same strong fingers that had their way with me moments later. I groaned and let my eyes flutter shut.
“The orgasms make things better.” I let out a giant sigh. I couldn’t help it. His fingers skated up and down, alternating gentle touches and strong, soothing strokes.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Cole, you don’t even know my last name. You definitely don’t want to know the darker things.” I shrugged off the gray cloud and twisted to look at the gorgeous man filling up the driver’s seat.
“You’re right. But I know every single fold of your pussy, so that’s gotta count for something.”
I couldn’t help but smile, and smiles were pretty rare as of late. Cole’s rough touch made it so the world didn’t seem so dark. With another deep breath, I let my eyes flutter shut as I gathered the strength to say the words I hadn’t been able to muster yet. The words that had sent me into his arms for the most reckless sex of my life in the first place. Then the three orgasms after that, too.
“I’m in Chicago for my mother’s funeral.”
I wanted to reel the words back in as soon as I spit them out. Most people had looked at me with pity when I managed to relay that my mother passed away. Their hollow faces and bleary eyes had twisted me up. Particularly because they made those innocent bystanders seem more upset than I was. Pity was slowly gutting me. Pity for a woman that didn’t deserve it and a daughter that didn’t love her anyway.
But, Cole? He was the last person I wanted to look at me like that. I wanted him to continue to look at me like he might eat me. I didn’t want to see how sympathy hung on his face.
His fingers clutched into my neck every bit as hard as he’d held my thighs. For a moment I thought he was trying to coax my eyes open but just a heartbeat later, he pulled on me and smashed his lips to mine. A spark jolted me the moment his perfect pout found mine. I gasped but I didn’t get to pull away. Cole held me too tightly. So tightly that his fingertips almost hurt the back of my neck. Almost.
My lips tingled and they threatened to lose all feeling. I was disoriented. I only managed to keep my lips moving by a slight miracle or magic.
Cole used his grip to keep me pinned while his mouth proceeded to consume mine. If he’d been tenacious in his assault on my clit, then the way he kissed me qualified as unrelenting. Lips that were soft but firm, warm and just the slightest bit rough worked against me. Cole tasted like me, a little salty and a little sweet but it mixed with his flavor. Ink, fresh spice and sex hung on his skin and danced on my tongue.
The devilish tongue I’d been so drawn to on the plane had its way caressing my lips then plunged into my mouth and tangled every bit as skillfully with mine. He swallowed my breaths every time I tried to gasp for air. Every single one of my moves was matched then answered tenfold. Cole kissed the way he fucked, aggressively and as if he might actually want to break me. For good.
My hands shot to his hair and started grabbing, pulling, all of their own accord. He snarled against my lips and his grip on my neck shifted. His other hand wrapped around my throat and the harder he kissed me, the harder he squeezed. As if his kisses themselves hadn’t left me breathless enough, now he was actually choking me.
I gasped but I couldn’t force much air into my lungs. My heart started thundering, my lips went dry. Cole kept right on kissing me, devouring me. Every single inch of me throbbed, begging for air, begging for release. My hands dropped from his body and landed limply at my sides. I whimpered into his ravenous mouth but it turned into an unladylike gag. The edges of my vision blurred.
Then Cole’s hands abruptly fell away and he sat
back.
My vision came barreling back and I caught him panting raggedly as he fell back into the driver’s seat. The rush of air into my lungs set a euphoric honeyed feeling shooting through my veins, almost like I’d orgasmed all over again. My heart pumped all the harder, shaking my chest, and I wasn’t sure it would beat right ever again. My fingers trembled ever so slightly.
“You choked me,” I managed between haggard breaths.
“Yeah, I did.” He closed his eyes and smiled brightly as he leaned back against the headrest. “Usually I ask first. Glad you loved it.”
“Did not.”
“Elle, are you thinking about anything but me? Anything besides sex, orgasms or how your pussy is dripping onto my upholstery?”
My mouth flopped open, ready to argue, ready to scold—he’d cut off my air after all—but the truth was he was all I could think of. Since he’d chosen to sit next to me in the terminal, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else. And if I were being honest, I was eternally grateful I’d followed through.
I scoffed, mostly at myself and how I’d been thinking with my clit and nothing else for the past eight hours.
“I’ll take that as a no, Cole. I can’t think of anything but your dick.” He mocked me but it was such an exaggerated goofy tone, I simply reached out to smack his shoulder.
At that, he burst out laughing and I couldn’t help but follow suit.
“For the record, I just wanted to make things better.” He reached over and squeezed my thigh. “I wanted that frown that turned your lips to go away.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Is that a big thing for you, Ladyface? You said that before, like you expected me to be a dick with a giant cock and nothing more.”
“Giant cock, eh?”
“Tell me you weren’t impressed.” He smirked but it wasn’t as mischievous as before. He was being soft with me but somehow knew I didn’t need sympathy.
“Eh,” I laughed breathily, “we’ll see if I choke on you or not before I answer.”
“Deal.”
We both sat for a minute, the car was silent besides the rumble of the engine. I was lost in my thoughts. These past few hours with Cole were good. I felt normal. No, better than normal. I felt free.
“I’m sorry about your mom.” Cole’s voice was simple and soft rather than sorrowful.
“Don’t be,” I said far too quietly as my eyes fell to my hands. He could judge me for that all he wanted but if he knew everything, if he could even fathom, he’d understand. “And thank you.”
“For choking you? You’re more than welcome.” He laughed a gentle, charming laugh.
“God, it makes me sound like a freak but yeah, thanks for choking me. And the orgasms. For letting me drip all over your car.” I rolled my eyes but I meant it.
“Believe me when I say it was my pleasure.”
He reached over and notched a single knuckle beneath my chin. Gently he coaxed me over to kiss him. This time he was so tender it was like he was afraid I’d turn to glass and break.
“So where can I take you?” He all but whispered against my lips.
His green eyes bore into me the same way they had when they’d been framed by my thighs. The way that took my breath away.
“Hotel…” I finally managed the solitary word. “I have one. My stepfather and I aren’t speaking. We haven’t been for years. He’s… Well we’re…” All the shit that followed my mom and that dirtbag started piling up inside me, crushing my words in my chest.
His thumb came up and trapped my lips. As soon as I stopped speaking, he let the pad of his finger explore my pout.
“So you’re free to have dinner at my place,” he said matter of fact, like he’d known all along.
“Yeah, I guess I am. What are we having?” I smiled and all my tension melted as I pictured staying seated next to him. Then writhing underneath.
“I’m thinking ramen for me.” His wicked smirk and the adorable dimple were back. My lips parted and a small little gasp slipped free as I inadvertently imagined licking it.
“And for me?” My words were breathy and I had a feeling I already knew what he was going to say.
“You’ll have cock, of course.”
4.
Cole
I stared up at the ceiling but I didn’t see the plaster. I saw Elle. Or remembered Elle and the way she had sucked my cock like a pornstar an hour ago. On the plane she'd joked about what she could do with cum but now I knew this girl could put blow jobs on a resume.
I’d gotten takeout at the place around the corner while Elle made sure I didn’t get a ticket for loitering. As a thank you for sweet talking the cop who came by, I picked up special champagne and red velvet cake from the bakery across the street. I had every intention of eating when we got in but Elle had taken it upon herself to strip.
My jaw almost hit the floor when she stood in nothing but woven wedges and a white lacy bra. Her skin was even creamier than I imagined. Her golden locks hung to frame her tits. I couldn't help but slowly look her up and down. Twice.
“Fuck,” I swore under my breath.
She bit her lip and her hands fluttered to cover up.
“No.” I jogged across my loft to her. “Fuck no. You’re gorgeous, Ladyface. You make me hard.” I took the hand that was trying to shield her pussy from me and pressed it roughly to my dick.
The corners of her smile pulled up even though she was still biting her lip. She flexed her fingers into me and damn it if I didn’t shove my hips to meet her. Her hand folded around me as if it was built to cocoon me. The little bird used her grip to pull me to my bed. I was gladly going to follow her down but she stopped me with a single finger.
I would play the memory of Elle lying out before me like a buffet over and over in my head until I died. She spread her legs then dug her heels into my mattress just before she laid back and let her head hang off the edge closest to me. Her hands worked, perfectly talented, at my belt and she yanked my pants far enough down that my thigh tattoos framed her slight face. She didn’t even give me a minute to process the view before she pulled my dick into her mouth.
And groaned.
Her throat vibrated around me and my whole body trembled, my teeth even chattered against themselves. Elle steadied me by wrapping her hands up and around then digging her fingers into my ass. She drove me into her throat repeatedly and unrelentingly.
“Fucking shit.” I couldn’t close my eyes, I couldn’t take my eyes off her throat.
God that throat…
Once or twice I almost took over, my fingers itched to, but Elle sucked me so perfectly I made myself stand back and enjoy the ride. She was fucking her own throat and mercifully using my cock to do it. Her body rolled up with a rhythm all it’s own. Her legs jolted and twisted every time she gagged. I might have gotten off watching that.
But then she held me in deep. And rippled along my shaft. She was choking but she wasn’t fighting to get free. The outline of my dick was obvious in her throat. Her legs clamored and her heels were tangling in my sheets. Gagging, quaking tits, wheeling legs were hypnotic. The sensation of her mouth was incredible. Her puffs of breath on my balls made them tighten. But then she came, arousal splashing across her thighs and onto my sheets.
I’d been lucky I hadn’t lost my mind.
Now soft sounds of her breathing next to me, and warm skin wrapped around me, only enriched the memory.
I could vividly remember taking over by ripping off my shirt and brutally fucking her mouth. I’d even brought my hand down on her throat and squeezed. She’d almost bucked right off the bed. But she’d kept clinging to my hips, pulling me in over and over and over and over…
My dick twitched against the sheets at the memory.
Then a slight finger matched the whisper touch of the fabric across my chest. Elle’s small pastel pink nail traced the dark lines of my chest tattoo. Warmth spread from where she outlined the flowers covering my pec. Her feather lig
ht touch was something new, nothing like cum covered thighs, choking or dick outlines but with her I liked it. Really liked it. And I didn’t want her to stop.
She was barely touching me but I could feel it deep in my bones. It was an intimacy I never felt, I wouldn’t let anyone close enough to.
I tilted my head so I could watch her and she sensed the purposeful flex of my muscles. She sucked in an audible breath and her finger froze, hovering just above my skin.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered.
“I was awake. There’s no reason to stop. I liked it.” I was equally quiet as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled so she’d look up at me. “Why aren't you sleeping, Ladyface?”
“Haven’t lately.” There was something swirling behind her big blue doe eyes but I couldn’t tell what. It seemed to sit somewhere between regret and fury. I loosened my hold and her finger found its way back to my body to skate across the panther on my abdomen.
I used the arm that had been wrapped around her to tuck her closer to me. I twisted to kiss her forehead, hoping it would melt some of her pent up emotion. She sighed a warm, breathy sigh that pulled on my heartstrings every bit as badly as it made my dick twitch.
“Never been much of a sleeper myself,” I said as I watched her finger, transfixed.
“Busy rattling headboards?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Elle said it so differently than other women. She wasn’t accusatory or digging for dirt, she was just asking. Her finger didn’t waver, nor did she pull away from me.
So I was honest. “Lately? A little.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at some of my more idiotic exploits. One of which was definitely Elle. But I couldn’t regret any of them, particularly her. Nor could I shut my mouth; my secrets just spilled out. “But that’s not what I meant. I grew up on the streets. I’ve always had one eye open.”
The shadow of my past flew into the room on soft wings and rustled up my insides. Elle noticed the change and her head snapped up as her hand flattened on my stomach. My muscles hollowed out and I automatically arched to meet her gaze.
