by Ace Gray
“Did you just call me love?” His arms wrapped tighter around me.
“It was that or punching bag.” I almost choked on my embarrassment.
“Call me either as long as you’re close enough to call me something.” He smiled and bent down, bringing his lips down toward mine. Halfway there, he cried out but he didn’t straighten. Instead he sucked in deep, jagged breaths inches above me. “Kiss me. Please, God, kiss me. I’ve been awake five minutes and I haven’t tasted you.”
The amount of need in his voice had me pushing up onto my tiptoes to kiss him. He grunted against my gentle kiss and I couldn’t tell if his sounds were lust laced or full of angst. When I broke away, he stayed bent, his lips still searching for mine. When he tried to reach me, pain shot like lightning across his face.
“I thought you had to pee,” I whispered.
He tried to hold a smile while he twisted in my arms and his semi hit my leg.
“About that…”
20.
Cole
My jaw pulsed with pain and it felt like I was being stabbed with a hot poker near my kidney but Elle… Elle in my arms was the ice to my jaw and the salve to my side. Then there was what she did to my insides. And my dick.
“You know you lose steam and can’t cum if you’ve gotta pee?” She quirked her eyebrow up and it pulled on the corner of her lip, making her seem mischievous; I had another type of ache all together.
“Well then help me in there.” I jerked my chin toward the bathroom and immediately regretted it.
She notched her shoulder underneath mine and straightened her back. Of course I noticed how perfectly she fit but I also noticed how strong she was. I was no slouch and she shouldered my pathetic ass seamlessly on her little bird bones.
I couldn’t help but look down at her as she gingerly helped me. The adorable wrinkles on her forehead and the way she tugged on her lip in determination were almost enough to make the pain worth it. She dragged me almost as effectively as Horse, or I was too distracted by the way her tits looked beneath the cotton of my t-shirt to care.
“So…” She drug out the word as she flipped up the toilet seat. “When you’re done, just yell.”
“I thought you were going to help me with anything,” I smirked.
“I thought me and piss were keeping our distance.”
“You’re one of those girls that always shuts the door, aren’t you?” I knew she wasn’t, a girl that prude wouldn’t do half the things Elle had, but it was fun to tease her.
“Fine.” She huffed. “I’ll hold you up. You want me to shake for you, too?”
“Yup,” I said, just to challenge her.
She adjusted herself under my arm and her little hands wandered down tentatively toward my dick. I was growing harder and twitched away from her grip in anticipation. Her little hand caught me and wrapped around my shaft, making me look huge in her palm.
Elle hadn’t done anything sexual but she was going to make me cum. Her bright blue eyes when I woke from a nightmare, her tender touch, the snark and sweetness oozing from every pore—I was a goner.
“Okay, okay, okay.” I took my cock from her, sucking in a few deep breaths as I moved. “Turns out you get me too excited.” I cringed when I pushed my growing boner down toward the toilet. The twist and flex on my abused ab muscles was enough to make me cry out.
“Cole?” She had a way of setting my skin on fire with the way she said my name.
“Here.” I shuffled her behind me with only moderate effort. I grabbed her hand and pulled it over the top of the ink on my uninjured hip. “Just help keep me steady.”
She buried her face into the dip of my spine and breathed in deeply. I sighed at the feeling that shot through me and closed my eyes, praying to God that when I opened them, I was still here and she was still there. If I was dead, Elle wouldn’t be helping me take a piss.
I blew out the deep breath and opened my eyes. It was the happiest I’d ever been to see the damned backsplash I’d worked forever to install last summer. And to feel another human pressed against me.
“Anytime,” she taunted me but her lips brushed against my back and my balls tightened up. At this point, I was worried the whole thing was futile.
But I managed. Barely. Her breathy giggles against my back didn’t help me in the least.
“All right, Ladyface.”
She slid back around my body and used her pointed toes to flush my toilet. Her creamy thigh was on display, a magnet drawing my touch. It didn’t take much for my fingers to skate up her thigh to find her perfect little pussy, wet for me, even bruised and helpless in the bathroom.
Part of me wanted to be well enough to turn and fuck her beautiful brains out against the wall. The other part of me kind of liked being vulnerable with her, at the mercy to whatever she would give.
Elle straightened up underneath my shoulder and my own little crutch helped me hobble back. She had to lean to counter my weight when I gingerly lowered to the bed. Before I could lay back completely she reached to fluff the pillows behind my head. My eyes fixed on the way it made her tits bounce.
I had to have her. Beat-down be damned.
When she turned away from me and walked into the kitchen, I almost cried out in need. But she simply fished in the freezer then turned back. She had ice, and the thought of the cool soothe against my skin was almost as enticing as her.
Almost.
“Are you playing nurse?”
“Horse gave me strict instructions.” She shot me a look.
“More vet wisdom put to human use.”
She cracked a smile but the way she tried to wrangle it was what was really charming.
“Ice massage is more effective than twenty on, twenty off. Gets deeper into the muscle with less time,” I said it with a sultry purr so she’d know there were other benefits as well.
Just like I hoped, she grabbed an ice cube and adjusted her grip on it to massage along my hip.
“Oh God, yes.” My desperate cry was every bit as much for the ice as it was for her hands welding it.
She circled on the skin and I tensed and flexed away from it. The ice was chilling but it was Elle that gave me goosebumps. When I was good and numb, I reached up and pointed to where my jaw had been cracked. She seamlessly started massaging that bruise.
Water droplets trickled down my neck and I felt them stream down my throat to pool on the bed behind me.
“You’re getting me all wet, Ladyface,” I purred.
“Likewise.” She ever so carefully slipped her knee over mine and bent down to kiss the droplets that had pooled on my skin.
My breath caught loud enough that she stopped and sat up, studying my face.
“That’s all you,” I said softly.
She caught my meaning and that mischievous smile played back on her lips. My cock twitched up and hit between her thighs. All I wanted to do was bury myself there, but I was at her mercy. Her lips started down my chest. Each and every breath twinged my abs and back but I wouldn’t have stopped her if my life depended on it.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?” she asked from where she was pressed down along my chest, her big blue eyes peering up at me.
“The only thing that would hurt me is if you stopped,” I murmured as I let my hands shove into her hair and pull her head back.
God, I wanted to reach down and squeeze her neck. I wanted control back after a tailspin of a day, but my body wouldn’t let me. I doubted my sexy, sultry little nurse would either.
“Take off your shirt, let me see your skin. Let me imagine what it tastes like.” My voice was barely more than a gravelly whisper as I dropped my hold on her.
Elle sat up and peeled off my shirt then balled it and threw it to the side of the bed. Her body flexed with the toss and her hair waved in front of her pert nipples. I started salivating like a dog hoping to get treats. Her gaze met mine and swept to where my eyes stayed fixed.
“You want a taste?” She didn’t ev
en wait for my response before carefully shimmying up my body and pushing her breast in my face.
I groaned loudly.
So loudly I didn’t hear the door unlock.
“I leave you guys alone for a little more than an hour.” I didn’t need to look away from Elle’s flesh to see that it was Horse. Or that his eyes had lit up. “You’re hurt Cole,” he scolded halfheartedly.
“Blue balls would be worse,” I shot back as I switched to Elle’s other side.
She moaned when I latched on like I’d hit some sort of magical button and I forgot about Horse and his chastising completely. The arm that didn’t pull too hard on my sore spots slid up to her back and pressed her flesh further into my mouth.
Her hips gently rolled across my chest and the wetness I’d put between her legs slid up and down my skin.
“Don’t stop moving, okay?” I looked up and met her eyes, she nodded unblinking down at me.
Her body rolling had her nipple stretching away from my teeth then falling back to them. She arched her back to get a rougher pull and my body tensed.
“Mmmm, quite the show, Fucktart.” Horse pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and reached his hand out to skate along Elle’s body.
When he got to her ass he shoved her. She cried out until I released the nipple that was between my teeth. Horse lifted her until her perfect pussy was right in front of my nose. My one good hand—well, less painful one—balled into the flesh of her ass cheek and pulled her level with my lips.
“Eat her, Cole.” Horse was turned on. I could tell even though the pale skin of Elle’s thighs was effectively blinding me. “Eat her like she’s your last fucking meal.”
I didn’t need his encouragement. The very smell of Elle in front of me was enough of a treat to latch on and suck. When her clit was in my mouth I rolled it around then folded my tongue around it in a clover shape.
She gasped the way she had every time since I’d showed her the shape on the plane. Her hands flew forward, one grabbing the headboard and the other curling into my hair. She pulled on my head, sometimes jerking too forcefully but most of the time just the right amount for me to bury into every single space inside her. Her hips started a slow rock and my lips, my nose, my tongue moved against her in a rhythm as natural as breathing.
“Let me turn around. Let me return the favor.” She gasped the last words as I hit a new spot inside her.
“No.” It was Horse who laid down the decree. “Explore every inch, Cole. Memorize her thighs, her lips, her clit. What does she feel like? What does she taste like? Remember every single thing about her.”
I did as I was told even though Horse never ordered me around in bed. Maybe it was because Horse never ordered me around in bed. As my tongue and lips danced across her, I leaned back the slightest bit so that I could look up at her.
My nose notched against her responsive clit. Her stomach was flat besides dips and planes over her bones that made her seem more overwhelming then her small frame should. Her muscles moved in time with the grinding of her hips on my face. The most perfect tits on the planet bounced the slightest bit in time with her movements and her hair was a golden cascading curtain around her face.
“Fuck,” I murmured and she moaned at the way the word vibrated against her.
I turned and kissed the spot on her thighs that I’d coated when we’d first met.
“That’s right,” Horse encouraged. “Breathe her in. Lap every inch.”
Hearing him beside me was making me harder; together they were my sexual kryptonite.
The bed flexed underneath of me and Horse’s warm breath puffed against my cheek where he peeked around Elle’s thigh.
“Tell me about it.” He brushed his nose along my temple and I clutched my hand into Elle even harder. More arousal spread down around my cheeks.
“Her skin is so soft,” I mumbled into the apex of her thighs and Horse hummed in pleasure and let his hand skate along her body. “Look at how she trembles.” I took her little nubbin of nerves back in my mouth and folded neatly around her. Sure enough her whole body jerked. Horse palmed his hand into her ass to match mine.
“She hasn’t touched me and I’m going to come.”
It was the truth and when they both groaned loudly in unison, my whole body tensed. Elle flopped forward, surrendering to her own orgasm and spread slick arousal all over my face while gasping and screeching. Her, lost and writhing on my face overrode the pain still radiating through my body and I shot my orgasm, hands-free, onto my stomach.
The heat of cum was in sharp contrast to the cool where she’d iced me and the wildfire on my face. The sensation was enough to make me forget anything but the wicked sex we had together.
After a few minutes and many rough breaths, Horse lifted her from my face, easily cradling her as he lowered her beside me. He rubbed his fingers across her slit and watched her jerk a few times at his mercy. His big smile spread across his face, and I knew he was pleased with himself and the effect he had on her. On us.
When his hand dropped away from Elle, he bent down to me and his lips met mine. He kissed me gently at first, but then I reached up and grabbed behind him, deepening our kiss to something rough and wild.
He was just as responsible for that orgasm as she was. And he’d saved me tonight every bit as much as Elle. I slipped him tongue until it made my jaw ache and the pain overtook me again.
I pulled back and reached for the partially melted ice, placing it to my cheek. Horse’s warm chocolate eyes were watching me intently, lust burning brightly behind them.
“She tastes like cherries,” I added as if I was still under Horse’s sexual orders.
He smiled so big I thought his face might split as he looked over at Elle. Her breathy laugh punctuated my thundering heartbeat. Horse’s hand came to my thigh and rubbed.
“This I know, Cupcake. This I know.”
21.
Elle
Waking up in the morning next to Cole seared something inside of me. I couldn’t tell if it was the way the light fell across his body, or the way his ink softly rose or fell, or perhaps it was just some response I had to him.
My fingers itched to reach out to him but the pain he’d been in last night stopped me short. I settled for following the outlines of his tattoos with the tiniest breath of space between us.
“You can touch me, Ladyface. I’m not gonna break.” His voice was warm, rich honey.
I let my fingertips press gently against him. His muscles pulled, quivering beneath my touch and I curled into the pillow beneath me to hide my beaming smile.
“Well I might if you hide that sunshine smile of yours away.” He moved his hand away from his side and slowly but surely came up to cup my face.
He only winced twice along the way.
As soon as he rested his big hand against my cheek, he brushed along my skin with the pad of his thumb. The smile that broke across his face threatened to kill me.
“I think you’re the one with the sunshine smile,” I said softly as I let my fingers wander down across his washboard.
“Agree to disagree.” His hand left my face and captured my fingertips before they could go too low. “As much as I’d like to, I’m out of hard-and-fast-fuck commission and I have things to do today.”
“Oh.” My hands fell away from him. “Right. I should’ve thought of that.”
I turned over and burrowed into the bed, choking back the emotion that came along with the idea of a day without him.
“You’re coming with me, ya know?” His arm wove around me and pulled me toward him. He cried out but he flattened my back to his side all the same. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He kissed along the ridge of my shoulder then up into my hair.
“I thought I couldn’t leave. That it wasn’t safe.”
Horse’s warning hung around my neck, weighed down by Cole’s dark bruises.
“It’s safe enough to go downstairs.” His breath was warm against my skin.
“I’ve got an appointment in twenty. At the rate I’m moving, we may be late. Help me?”
I nodded and he let his hand fall away. I slid out of bed and circled over to help him. Just like last night, I bent down to grip his shoulders. He leaned up with my assistance but then shot the last few inches, crashing into my lips.
Like last night, he moaned loudly from the sudden jerky movements but it didn’t stop him from devouring me. I wove my hands around his back and supported him, letting my fingertips skate ever so gently across his back. His tongue pushed in between my lips and claimed ownership of every single inch of me. I lived to be kissed like that.
“I don’t think this is helping,” I said softly when I pulled back.
“Not in the least.” He smirked before he reached up and kissed the tip of my nose. His smirk fell as he shifted his legs off the bed. Once or twice he flexed in a funny way and a look of pain shot across his face. When he finally got to a sitting position, he looked up at me. “Will you grab under my arms this time?”
I nodded as I straddled him and hooked in against his body. I was bracing myself to lift him when his breathy, pained laugh tickled the curve of my neck.
“This was a fantastic idea.” He puffed out his chest and shimmied a little against mine, my nipples reacting, sending shockwaves down my body.
“At this rate, we’re never getting downstairs.” I rolled my eyes as I started pulling on him.
He finally worked with me and rose to stand, dropping the sheet from his body. My mouth dropped open. Sure he was the same perfectly ripped and artistically designed man he’d been yesterday but the bruises were so much angrier today. They competed with the black of his panther and the red of his roses, desperate to outshine them.
“For now, let’s keep eyes up here.” He pointed to his face. “Or down here.” He pointed at his perfect cock and let his dimple hollow out his cheek.
