But my dreams fade into the clouds when my lips are freed and my hand is being pulled. I stumble behind Cole as he leads me into the restaurant, my head still dizzy from his kiss. The spinning begins to dissipate by the time I take a seat in the chair that Cole has pulled out for me. “Thank you,” I say kindly.
I’m expecting Cole to sit across from me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits beside me and nuzzles his nose into my hair, taking a deep breath of the scent of my shampoo. Normally, this arrangement would weird me out. I’m not sure why it bothers me, but seeing people sit side-by-side in the cab of a truck or next to each other at a table when there are only two of them irritates me. But with Cole, it makes sense. A table length away from him is too far. The only time he removes his lips from behind my ear is when the waiter comes to take our drink order, then again when the nuisance wants to know what we want to eat. Oh, I’d like to tell him what I want in my mouth all right, and isn’t food.
When I would be short and rude, Cole is calm and patient. Handing the waiter our menus, he politely says, “One Beef Wellington with roasted vegetables, and one lobster and filet with garlic mashed. And we’ll need another bottle of champagne, please.”
I can’t imagine getting through two bottles of expensive champagne. Fuck, I’ll be flat on my face if I drink more than three or four glasses. Maybe that’s his plan, get me wasted and take advantage of me. I could go along with that.
I turn my body in toward Cole’s, crossing my left leg over my right, and lean over the arm of the chair so I can get even closer. I’d rather have no space between us at all, but I can’t necessarily crawl into his lap in the middle of a posh five-star restaurant. I slide my hand over Cole’s knee and drag my palm up his thigh, but he snatches my wrist before I can carry on any further.
Cole chuckles quietly and presses his lips to my temple. “That’s after dinner.”
“Or, we can pretend that I went to the ladies room, and I can I slip under the table.” My lips curve up in a wicked grin.
“It’s worth the wait. I promise,” he whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin.
I almost lose my cool with laughter. If he only knew what tiny surprise I have for him, he’d for sure let me sink down on my knees under this very table. I wonder if he’s feeling at all what I’m feeling. He’s the peas to my carrots, the stars to my moon. He’s everything that Martin isn’t, and I can’t wait to get the fuck outta here.
We eat and talk—well, Cole talks about what I do not know while I scarf down my food. I make no attempts to drag this meal out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying myself, but I’m a horny bitch who hasn’t had a cock in her pussy for a while. And we’re not counting the Giddy-Up twins either. As far as I’m concerned, we’re going to pretend that they never existed. It was not one of my prouder moments, and so they remain buried...in memory and in the garden.
I drop my fork on my plate like I just won a pie eating contest, managing to control my urge to toss my arms up in victory, and take a deep-throated swig of my champagne. I happen to glance over my shoulder and catch the amused look on Cole’s face. “Did you even taste what was on your plate?” he asks.
“Sure did. It was amazing,” I lie. Sure, I tasted it, but I didn’t let the flavors roll around and harbor in my mouth—that’s for when we get home. Him...on my tongue, that’s all I want to savor. He offers me a raised, not buying it brow. I try to sound convincing, but even I’m not buying it when I say, “It was! It seriously was the most incredible thing I’ve ever eaten.”
That is, until I have you in my mouth.
But I keep that part to myself.
Cole slips the last bit of lobster passed his lips, and as he chews, wipes his mouth with his napkin. He chases the bite down with a sip of champagne, much more elegant than I can ever be, but then again, I haven’t had much opportunity to dine in such style. For a S.W.A.T guy, he’s very refined and proper. He catches me staring at him, in awe of his manly, rugged looks mixed with his gentle, caring ways. He smiles at me. “What’s up?”
I’m not one to shy away easily. It takes a lot to knock me off my pedestal, and I am not ashamed to speak my mind...ever. “Just admiring your sweetness shaded by your rough exterior.”
“Oh?”
“I find it fascinating that you’re all man, a uniformed badass, and yet, you can come in here and behave like you are civilized and proper.”
Cole laughs. “Do you think I was raised by a pack of lions? I was taught manners,” he says.
I love how his tone isn’t demeaning, but light with humor, and how his face reflects a delicate cast of charm. He’s the perfect balance of what a real man is. At least in my head anyway.
“I just mean...” I shake my head. “Oh hell, I don’t know what the fuck I mean. I’m too horny to think straight.”
Cole guffaws, drawing a crowd of eyes from the tables around us. He kisses me as if we’re the only two people in this restaurant, tongue and all. My skin warms with flush and my legs tremble beneath the table. I lose my breath when Cole pulls away; it’s stuck in my lungs, just below my heart. And when he takes my hand, after damn near throwing his card at the waiter to pay, I’m surged with a jolt of spark that jumpstarts my stalled heart.
“Motherfucker,” I curse under my breath when we get out to the parking lot and remember we drove separately. Any second away from Cole is like an eternity without water...without oxygen. I mentally berate myself for making such a stupid call.
And he seems a bit lost as well, scanning the lot with quick jerks of his head in an attempt to locate his car. It finally results in him pushing his key fob to set off the car alarm. “My house?” he shouts as he begins to slowly back away from my car.
“Your house!” I holler as I slam the door.
My door isn’t even closed when Cole sprints for his car, throwing himself into the driver’s seat of his pick-up.
I haven’t put my car in park when my door flies open. Cole’s arm reaches in, pushes the gear shift into park, and fights to yank the keys out of the ignition. I’m pulled from the car and tossed over Cole’s shoulder, which can’t be easy. I’m a big girl, and I don’t mean fat.
I’m giggling and slapping at Cole’s ass as he carries me into his house. He smacks his palm against my ass and grabs a handful of my cheek, giving it a slight tug as he releases it. I’m set down on my feet when we’re inside, but the moment the door closes, Cole lunges forward, pressing my back into the wall, his lips crashing to mine like a wave to a cliff.
Clothes begin to fly from our bodies as we rip them off each other. I’m taking mouthfuls of air every time our kiss is broken from another article of clothing being discarded to the floor. My hands move quick, disrobing him, but when my palms meet the flesh of Cole’s chest, I mold my fingers around the protruding muscles along his shoulders, down to his pecks, and rippling down his abs. Before he can fully undress me, I latch my fingers into the waist of his pants, and with a forceful jerk of the button, I drop to my knees and yank his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
I’m almost slapped in the face with his cock on my way down, but manage to duck. But when I straighten my torso, the tip of it clips my nose, leaving a small bead of fluid on the point. I toss my head back on a full belly laugh and swipe my nose with my finger before slipping it into my mouth for a taste. “Oh shit.” I part my mouth on a moan and drag my tongue along my bottom lip before digging my fingernails into Cole’s hips, using them to guide his stiff cock into my mouth. He growls above me and his body tightens, sending his hips shooting forward and his erection deeper into my mouth. I’m a bit taken aback at the swollen head tapping the back of my throat that I bob my head to the tip then secure him within in my mouth by wrapping my lips around him. He’s so large that I might as well have one of those extra large Christmas summer sausages in my mouth. Which, by the way, I have never been able to figure out why they call it summer sausage if it’s only out during the holidays.
Any
way, that’s beside the point. Right now, I’m putting all of my focus on this beautiful, engorged cock that’s pumping into my mouth. The smoothness of his foreskin, the salty tang of his arousal on my tongue...it’s pure heaven. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, this man is my answered prayer, sent down from God himself to bestow upon me his incredible knowledge of how to treat a woman...in public and behind closed doors. Granted, I’ve gone without for so long that even a pinky up my ass would set me off, but this...THIS is amazing!
There’s a lot of different ways to get my juices flowing, the smells and sounds of sex to name a couple. The noise of Cole’s pre-cum and my saliva mixing together to coat his length, making it easier for him to slip in and out of my mouth with ease, and the smell of our sweaty bodies releasing sexual flush out of our pores turns me on like nothing else. My skin is on fire and my heartrate is rushed in my chest. There’s a pulsing in my groin and fluttering in my tummy. My senses are heightened enough that if I reach between my legs, I’m positive that one swipe across my clit would send me orgasming from the bottom of my feet straight out the top of my head.
But this, right now, is for Cole. This isn’t about me or my needs. No, it’s my turn to return the favor that he gave me our first night together. I’m going to show him that he doesn’t need to be gentle with me. And even though I like the softer side, I like it rough and dirty.
I cup his balls and give ‘em a squeeze as I use my other hand to fill the space on his shaft when my mouth slides up to the tip. I stroke him while I suck on the head of his cock, then let my mouth dip down, following the trail of my palm to the base before repeating the same move over and over again. I try to take my time and savor the moment and his taste, but I’m greedy. Not for my own release, but to make him come in my mouth then to ride him so he can come again.
Cole’s hands are on each side of my head, using my skull as support, my curly hair threaded through his fingers. My mouth is spread wide and I wonder how he’ll manage to fit between my legs if he has my lips opened to full capacity. The corners of my mouth burn from being stretched and my jaw in beginning to ache. But I let him ride me, using my mouth as a sheath to grind into, and I take the rams to the back of my throat with great pleasure, moaning and gulping as he spurts his seed on my tongue.
His body softens and he lets go of my hair. Bending at the waist, Cole grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet, taking my face in his hands and bringing my lips to his. Oh fuck. A man that will kiss me, with tongue, right after he exploded in my mouth sends shivers crawling down my spine.
I’m spun around and pushed into the wall with my cheek flat against the surface. Anticipation grows deep within my core, waiting for my back to be covered with Cole’s chest, but he doesn’t close in on me. I glance over my shoulder and smile. Cole’s face is frozen—stunned, shocked, amused...I’m not sure which one. All of the emotions seem to rush over his face until his eyes gravitate up to mine and his lips curve up into a wide grin.
“Worth the wait,” he murmurs the words that are written on the back of my black panties, and I know he’s making the connection to the exact words he said back at the restaurant.
I nod and shake my ass, which sets the animal free. Cole grabs my hips and twirls me around so I’m facing him. And while he’s attacking my lips with his, he’s shoving me backward, the metal part of his belt scraping the floor as he maneuvers me around his house until my back hits a chair at his kitchen table. He reaches behind me, shifting me to the side, our mouths still locked together, yanks the chair out from the table, and sends it crashing to the ground. I’m hoisted up on the cool surface and scooted back until my butt is centered in the middle of the table.
Cole kicks off his shoes then reaches down to jerk his pants free from his legs one at a time. With trembling hands, he pulls a condom from his back pocket, drops his pants, and slides the condom over his already erect cock. I have already removed my panties and tossed them to the floor and am on my elbows watching, my mouth salivating, anxious and excited for Cole to crawl on top of the table...on top of me.
He doesn’t push into me right away. Instead, he hovers over me, his elbows resting on the table to hold his upper body up off my chest. Looking down at me, he leans his head down to place a delicate kiss upon my lips. When he lifts his head, he whispers, “This wasn’t my plan, to bring you here and fuck you on my table. I wanted to be able to show you that there’s more to this than just sex. But I think we both would agree that the chemistry between us is far too powerful to ignore.”
I nod. “So powerful,” I manage to squeak. The air from my lungs expels passed my lips in short breaths and just when I’m about to yell at him to put it in already, he slams into me, nailing my g-spot in the first shot. The scream that breaks free from my throat startles even me, but it doesn’t stop Cole from pounding my pussy like a tenderizer to a slab of meat.
Each thrust forward sends me jolting across the table until my head is dangling off the side. Wrapping his hands around the edge, Cole grips the table to help him drive into me with quick, repetitive stabs. No one has ever filled me this full before. It’s tight and intense, and I love it. The only way he’s able to fit is due to the fact that I’m so turned on my arousal has lubricated my core enough to turn my pussy into a Slip-N-Slide. With my head hanging off the table, my neck is exposed, allowing Cole to nip at my skin with his teeth. But my neck is kinked just so that the brisk breaths I’m trying to take are coming out in strangled, raspy moans.
I push Cole’s head into my throat with my palm and cry out when he takes a bite of my skin at the same time he drives forward, hitting the most sensitive spot of my core. My back flies off the table pushing Cole up with me then slams back down, making me hiss with pleasure. When his tongue swipes across my nipple and his mouth closes around my breast, my belly tightens and relaxes. He takes my nipple between his teeth and lightly bites down, sending electricity to all my nerves.
“Oh. Fuck. Yeah!” I wail.
“Was it worth the wait?” Cole barks above a groan, his hips pulsing in a perfectly even tempo. He hops up onto his knees and grabs my legs, pulling my knees up to his sides, which lifts my ass off the table. In rushed jerks, Cole thrusts forward as he tugs me down on to his shaft.
“Yes!” I scream, pinching my nipples. I rock my hips to match his speed, feeling his cock throb and pulse inside me, pushing against my walls and expanding me even more. I’m on the brink of my plateau, ready to fly over the edge. My tummy tightens and my muscles grow exceedingly tense and begin to spasm. My orgasm takes hold of my body until I’m convulsing and hollering, “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Cole yaps a long, drawn out, “F-U-C-K,” as he comes hard. His muscles under his skin match the twitching in his cock as he pumps the last bit of orgasm from his shaft. He collapses and rolls off me onto his back.
Our voices harmonize in panting breaths as we both say together, “So worth the wait.”
Chapter 30
Gray
Per everyone’s request, or as I would call it...pestering, I’ve taken the last week off from school to take some time to grieve, whatever that might mean. Everyone deals differently, and for me death is not something I dwell on. Call me a heartless, soulless bitch, but it won’t make the dead come back, so sitting here crying and feeling sorry for myself won’t do me any good other than making my eyes red and puffy. Crying is for the weak, and a time-suck, in my opinion. For me, I don’t have time for it. Not that I haven’t had my fair share of tears, but you won’t find me moping around the house depressed because I lost a loved one.
Okay, so I haven’t exactly made good use of my time either. I’ve cleaned and sanitized my house, done all my laundry, read a couple books on my TBR list and trolled the Internet for my next victim. The more down time I have, the more anxious I become. Anxious from not knowing if the next knock on my door will be Jett coming to take me away, and anxious to get back to my life. I tell you, I’m not one for idle anything, and this moseying
around the house has me chompin’ at the bit. There’s a reason I keep myself busy. It’s to keep my mind from going to crazy town, and the only way to relax my nerves is to feel the surge of adrenaline when the blood of another drains from their veins and their eyes fade to a blank, dead stare. I don’t bother calling Andi or Jaz for this one. After all that’s been going on, I think it’s best to do this one on my own and give them a break. No worries, the guy I’m scoping out appears to be a coward and a wimp.
Brian Harvarti, the youngest I have gone after at the young age of twenty-one, known as the college rapist. His MO, slipping into parties he isn’t invited to and slipping the date rape drug into girls’ drinks when they aren’t looking. He shadows them, cornering them in a room, and waits for them to pass out, where he then brutally rapes them using objects found in the rooms. Flashlights, trophies, even a martial arts staff. The fucker is a sick son of a bitch. There have been four girls documented—who knows how many others there might be—but because his daddy is on the school board, Brian has gotten four counts of a slap on the hand, and failing grades in two of the six classes he is taking. Big whoop.
According to the college newspaper, Harvarti was jumped in the “C” parking lot by three senior football players. Lucky for Brian, they only broke a few ribs, his nose, and his collar bone. And what kind of punishment did the assailants get for attacking a rapist? They were removed from the football team, lost their scholarships, suspended from all their classes for the remainder of the semester, and forced to pay a hefty fine. Amazing, isn’t it? You could walk free even though you’ve been outed as being a bad guy, all because someone has some deep pockets. However, the guys that are trying to clear society of the creeps, who steal the souls of the innocent, get served max punishment. Ironic, I say.
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