That Summer (Part One)

by Lauren Crossley

  “Get the fuck away from her.” He growls threateningly.

  “Cole, you don’t know what she just said to me!” Louise exclaims loudly, sounding indignant and incredulous.

  She points a finger at me in accusation, trembling with rage and jealousy.

  “I don’t give a shit.” Cole assures her, towering above her in a menacing pose. “If you so much as touch her again, I’ll rip your fucking hand off. Do you understand?”

  “Cole…” I whisper, struggling to keep the tremor out of my voice.

  “I mean it, Louise. I’ll make sure you pay for it if you touch her again or threaten her in any way. I will hurt you if you hurt her.”

  “Why are you letting her do this? She’s nothing. She’s a skanky little whore who sends naked photos of herself to other guys, why the hell would you want her?”

  “I swear to God if you weren’t a woman…” Cole murmurs darkly, taking one step closer towards her.

  “What? You’d hit me? Is that what you would do, Cole?” She taunts, squaring up to him as though she’s daring him to do it.

  “Let’s just go.” I beg him, resting my hand against him.

  “I choose her.” Cole claims fearlessly. “I want her and I’ve already chosen her. There is no one else and there never will be. She’s it for me and you’re just angry with yourself because you know there’s not a single thing you can do about it. I don’t want you, Louise. I never wanted you. It’s always been her and you know it.”

  She inhales sharply, placing a quivering hand on her chest. She looks behind him, fixating her cruel eyes upon my own once more before she flees, shoving people out of the way so she can reach the exit of the cafeteria.

  The entire room falls silent as Cole turns to face me, cradling my face with his hands as he gazes down at me with concern and adoration.

  “Are you ok?”

  “I am now.” I reply softly, desperate to get away from everyone so we can talk properly.

  “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to you in time. I didn’t even know what was happening before it was too late.” Cole explains, stroking his fingers through my hair. “I should never have left you alone and I never will again.”

  “It’s ok.” I promise him, taking hold of his hand. “What about Peter?”

  “I think he’s learnt his lesson. He certainly won’t be speaking to you again.”

  “What did you do?”

  “It’s not important. Come on, let’s go.” He pulls my hand, leading the way as we start to leave the cafeteria. The remaining crowd parts for us so we can get by, all of them staring at me in shock, surprise, sorrow and regret. I guess they’re starting to feel guilty about what they almost let happen, at least I hope they are.

  Cole opens the door for me, placing his hand on my lower back so I can go through first.

  “I’ll deal with the rest of you later.” He says coldly, turning around to address everyone in the dining hall. “You really think I’m going to let you get away with this? You already know what I said would happen if any of you messed with her but I guess you didn’t believe me… now I’m going to have to prove to you how serious I was.”

  He lets the door slam behind us, striding down the corridor in a rage. He refuses to let go of my hand, tugging me along as we head towards his locker.

  “Cole, where are we going? What are you doing?”

  “Get your things. We’re leaving.” He demands, yanking his locker door open for me.

  “Leaving? We can’t just leave school right now.”

  “Why the hell not? You really want to stay here after what just happened?”

  “Of course not but we’ll get in trouble if we go right now.”

  “No one will dare say anything about Peter and Louise was the one who attacked you. If a member of staff asks us anything we can always say we were ill or make up some other excuse. I really can’t stay here, Serena. I feel like I’m about to explode and I don’t know how much longer I can keep a hold of it.”

  “Cole, look at me.” I plead with him, reaching up so I can stroke the length of his jawline.

  He does as I ask and locks those magnificent brown eyes of his on my own, smouldering with intensity and desire.

  “You don’t realise what you’re doing to me.” He moans, grabbing hold of my hips so he can press my body against his.

  I can feel how hard he is, straining against the material of his trousers as he lowers his lips towards mine. He’s breathing heavily and his obvious arousal starts to turn me on as well. Thank God we’re in an empty corridor and it’s still the middle of lunch, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to do this at all.

  “W-we can’t do this here.” I remind him, forcing myself to put some space between us.

  “I know we can’t.” He murmurs, staring at my lips intently. “That’s why we have to leave right now.”

  “You know we still can’t do anything. We have to wait until you get your test results back and I have my appointment with the doctor.”

  My appointment with the nurse about taking contraception is tomorrow and I have to admit that I am quite nervous. Cole has promised to go with me but I’m still slightly anxious about it.

  “I know all of that but you’re making it too damn difficult for me.” He exhales slowly, grabbing the material of my shirt in both hands.

  “How am I?”

  “Look at you… you don’t realise how beautiful you are or how perfect your body is. I would be a fool not to want you and now I know how incredible you taste… it’s even more difficult for me. I can’t stop thinking about that night, Serena. The night you were completely naked in front of me. You were so confident and turned on… it was breathtakingly erotic and I need to do it again with you. I just have to.”

  “Cole…” I whisper, wondering how on earth I can continue to fight the internal battle going on inside of me. “You’re not helping things. You know how much I want you.”

  “Prove it.” He orders firmly, demanding I submit to his request.

  “How?”

  “Let me take you in that closet over there.”

  I know the closet he’s talking about, it’s the one right behind me across the hall. The one I’ve never even seen been used.

  “R-right now?”

  “Right now.” He persists, relentless and determined.

  “I don’t know… what if we get caught?”

  “It has a lock on the inside door.” He clarifies with certainty, refusing to tear his eyes away from my own. “And don’t ask me how I know that, just trust me.”

  “I do trust you.” I murmur, tucking a strand of my hair back behind my ear.

  “So…?”

  “Ok.”

  My compliance causes him to move fast, he grabs hold of my hand once more and strides towards the maintenance cupboard across the hallway.

  “We need to move fast. The bell is going to go in a minute.” He explains, glancing left and right before he yanks the door open and pushes me inside.

  The closet is pretty small but it’s not got much in it. There’s a light and it smells clean which is a huge bonus. Cole turns the light on and flicks the lock on the door, turning around to face me with a salacious smirk on his face.

  “So, what now?” I ask nervously, wringing my hands together in anticipation.

  Cole pauses for a few seconds, allowing his hungry gaze to wander up and down my body.

  “Take your shirt off.” He commands, oozing dictatorship and control.

  “My shirt?”

  “Green, this is going to take so much longer if you’re going to repeat everything I say.” He sighs impatiently.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t apologise, just remove your shirt.”

  I continue to look up at him as my hands make my way to the edge of my shirt, pulling the material up and over my head in one fluid motion.

  Standing there in front of him, I struggle to keep my hands down by my sides. I’ve never been someone who is enti
rely comfortable with their body and like any other female, there are things I wish I could change about myself.

  Most girls my age have tanned and flawless skin, toned stomachs, body piercings and maybe even small tattoos which decorate their olive skin and highlight there perfect hips and waists. My own stomach is not exactly what you would call flat, it’s more curvaceous and my fair skin looks like it’s never even caught a glimpse of the sun. There’s such a severe contrast between us, Cole’s dark looks and rugged appearance is the complete opposite to my alabaster skin and green eyes.

  In a bizarre sort of way he almost resembles my father. They share the same skin tone as well as the dark hair and brown eyes. I look nothing like my absent parent of course and I’m glad of it, happy that I’ve somehow ended up with my mum’s features instead.

  “Now what?” I ask him timidly.

  “Take off your skirt.”

  “M-my skirt too?”

  “Yes, Green.”

  He smiles mischievously, his brown eyes sparkling with exuberance and euphoric excitement.

  I tremble as my hands remove my skirt, sliding it down my thighs before I step out of it. He’s making it so difficult to ignore the way he’s observing me, almost like a predator enjoys watching its prey before he devours it.

  “What about you?”

  “You want to see me?” He inquires flirtatiously, enjoying my discomfort.

  “You know I do.” I mumble, lowering my gaze towards the floor beneath our feet.

  He smirks at me in satisfaction, slipping off his white T-shirt with so much ease and confidence. I envy his self-assurance and can only hope that I will feel the same way someday soon.

  His abs are ridiculous and I still can’t believe I’m with someone who has a body like this. Cole is the owner of a perfect six pack and a rock hard stomach, muscular arms and a broad chest. His jeans rest on his hips, almost begging me to remove them from him.

  “Anything else?” He teases me playfully, taking delight in my obvious perusal of him.

  “You told me to remove my skirt.” I reply meekly, unsure how I should go about asking him to remove the rest of his clothing.

  “So you’re saying you want me to take off my jeans?” He prompts me, proving that he knows me far too well.

  “Mhmm.” I reply in a noncommittal manner.

  We both know what I want but that doesn’t mean I’m prepared to say it. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

  “That’s not an answer, Green.”

  “Yes, ok?! Yes, I want you to take off your jeans.” I yell in frustration, covering my mouth as soon as I realise just how loud my exclamation must have been.

  “Jeez! Calm down, I’ll take them off. No need to get so bossy.” He chuckles, making fun of my impatience. “Come here.”

  I slowly walk towards him, desperate to feel the warmth of his toned physique against my body, anxious to experience his lips on my skin and his breath against my cheek.

  It’s been several minutes since we first entered the storage cupboard and I’m guessing the rest of the school will already be seated in their afternoon classes, leaving Cole and I completely cut off and isolated from the outside world.

  The centre of my universe exists inside this closet. The man in front of me has even become the centre of my own self over the past few weeks and a part of me truly believes that I would be content and happy to stay inside this small space forever so long as Cole stays with me.

  Our mouths are just centimetres apart as we share one another’s oxygen, breathing heavily as we stand chest to chest. I’m on my tip toes so I can reach him and place my arms around his neck. He fists his hand in my hair, forcing my neck back so he can trail sensual kisses down the length of throat.

  “Cole…” I pant breathlessly, struggling for air in such a confined space.

  He takes me by surprise when he picks me up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he slams me back against the door he was first standing against when we entered. Cole secures one arm around my waist so he can squeeze my breasts roughly, evoking a pleasurable moan from my parted lips.

  “I need to fuck you, Serena. I won’t rest until I’m deep inside you. It’s all I can think about.” He moans loudly and it’s a deep, masculine sound.

  It stirs something deep inside of me, something which I never even knew existed until Cole came along and lit the flame.

  “I know.” I whisper, curling my fingers through his hair. “I want it too but we can’t… not yet.”

  “So when?”

  “Once I’m on the pill and you get your test results back.”

  “So what are we supposed to do until then?” He murmurs, gazing deeply into my eyes.

  “What are you suggesting?”

  “You. You on your knees for me right now.” He instructs me harshly. “If I can’t fuck you then I need you to do something else for me.”

  “You mean…?”

  “Yeah, baby. You think you can do that for me?”

  We both know what he’s referring to and it’s something I’m more than a little terrified of. I’ve never done anything like it before and the idea of trying to please Cole in such a way is even more daunting. He has so much more experience than I do and I can’t help myself from thinking that he’s bound to compare me to the other women he’s been with. What if I fail to measure up? What if I disappoint him?

  “I’m a little nervous.” I confess, fully aware that my face has turned crimson with embarrassment.

  He watches me closely, observing every single feature before he decides to speak again.

  “Shit, I’m so sorry. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, we really don’t.”

  “No! I mean, I want to but I’m just not really sure how.”

  “If you wrap those soft lips of yours around my dick I’ll be more than happy.” He assures me, trailing the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. “And I need your sweet pussy all over my face too. I can’t wait to have your juices all over me again.”

  “Cole, I-I’m not so sure. We are still in school right now.”

  “Everyone is safely tucked away inside their classrooms and no one can see or hear us in here. It’s actually a hell of a lot safer than your bedroom when your mum is home.”

  “I suppose you’re right.” I admit, glancing around the safety of our newly inhabited store cupboard.

  “You already know how good I can make you feel. You remember, it don’t you? You remember how it felt to have my tongue inside you?”

  “I remember it all too well.” I assure him.

  “I don’t think you do. That’s why I need to refresh your memory.”

  Before I realise what is happening, Cole is on the ground, pulling my half naked body down on top of him. He’s on his back and spreads my legs wide open, gently pushing my underwear to the side so he can expose me completely.

  Being on show for him is something I still have to get comfortable with and I have to fight every single instinct that I have to keep still. Cole still has his jeans on and his impressive arousal is straining against the material right in front of me. His face is buried between my legs as my own mouth is level with his hard crotch. We’re in the position that people tend to describe when they want to pleasure one another through oral sex and I can scarcely believe we’re actually about to do this.

  I gasp when his tongue makes contact with my clitoris, circling it a few times before he presses his thumb against it. I squirm and grind my hips, needing more of his exquisite touch and the sensations which he’s causing my body to experience.

  Without thinking, I start to unbuckle the belt on his jeans and lower them down his hips. His black CK boxers are revealed to me before I decide to be bold and slide them down too. Seeing Cole for the first time is nothing short of extraordinary. For one, he is huge and I mean huge. He wants me so badly and he’s so hard, I can’t help but stare for a few moments longer. It’s difficult for me to believe that I could do this
to someone like Cole or that I have the ability to affect someone like this.

  He groans loudly when I take him in my mouth, hesitantly running my tongue across the tip of him so I can taste the very first drop of him. I crave more of him and force my mouth to take more of him until I hear the guttural sound of him moaning my name.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re a natural.”

  His words motivate me to continue, deliberately tormenting him with my actions and the softness of my lips.

  “You like that?” I ask, exhaling slowly so he can feel my breath against him.

  “I love it.” He responds sincerely. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”

  “Prove to me how much you love it.” I state boldly, astonishing myself.

  His tongue plunges all the way inside of me as his hands grab hold of my hips. He pulls me down onto his face so he can concentrate on giving me exactly what he wants as my cries of pleasure increase.

  The store room’s temperature is now scorching hot as the two of us bring each other even closer to our climax. My tongue glides up and down his length, relishing the deep growl which escapes his throat every time I do it.

  “Sweetheart, we’re going to have to stop this soon.” He advises me, grabbing hold of my ass as he forces me to rock back and forth against his persistent tongue.

  “Why?” I moan helplessly.

  “Because I won’t be able to control myself for much longer.”

  “Now you know how I feel.” I retort sharply, unable to keep my body from responding to him.

  He awakens every single instinct and compulsion inside of me, causing the desire which already exists for him to soar even higher. My intense arousal doesn’t go unnoticed, soaking my underwear which is still pushed to the side to make sure that Cole has easy access to me.

  “Fuck, that’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. What are you doing to me, Serena?” He groans deeply, exhaling heavily. “Fuck, baby. Oh my God… Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, baby. Don’t stop, keep going. Just like that, you’re perfect. More, Serena, please… more.”

  His words embolden me to carry on, relishing every single moment that I have to make him feel like this.

  His release is hot, quick, extraordinary and erotically arousing. The warmth of him oozes over me, covering my fingers as I start to use my hands on him instead. I was unsure about taking him in my mouth and hope its ok that I decided to do it like this instead.