by Ember Cole
My heart pounds in my chest. Fuck, this girl kills me. I want to give her the world. Our hands move together, and her words are a balm and accelerant to the fire building inside me.
“You have no idea what you’re getting into, but I’m not strong enough to stop this. I can’t control this thing between us any more than I can stop breathing. I need you, babygirl, so fucking much.”
“Daniel,” she gasps suddenly, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Can I please come?”
My heart slams into my ribs. So fucking perfect. Her eyes plead so beautifully that this one time, I can’t deny her.
“Yes, come for me.”
She goes off, and I slam my lips down over hers. I want to taste her screams, swallow every sound of pleasure that comes from her mouth. I want to fucking own this woman and for her to own me.
She spasms around my fingers, and her free hand comes up to my neck. Her nails dig in, pulling my head closer, sealing our lips tighter, and she cries out again.
I’m never going to get enough of her.
Finally, the clenching slows, and I gently ease from her body. She clutches my arms and sucks in a few quick breaths. When she looks up, her eyes are soft, and she smiles at me.
I’m lost in the happiness I see in her expression.
She reaches up and lays her hands on the sides of my face. “You can never ruin me, because I’ve asked for every single thing you’ve done. If anything, I’m going to ruin you. The only thing you’ll be able to think about is me, 24-7.”
I like this confident, sexy woman in front of me. I match her grin, then kiss her again. Take her mouth like I own it, because now I do. She melts against my body. My clothes are soaked and uncomfortable, but I’ll stand here with her forever if she wants.
“That sounds like a great plan.”
“I am pretty much a genius. Who apparently really really likes sex.” Her grin makes my fucking heart soar. Falling in love with this girl is going to be too damned easy.
I laugh until she slips from my grasp and sinks to the shower floor on her knees, positioning herself between my body and the shower wall. She looks up at me as she unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down enough that my cock springs free.
My deep groan echoes in the shower.
She presses a hot kiss to the tip, never breaking eye contact, and my knees almost buckle. This is what I’ve been imagining since she walked into my office two nights ago. The fantasy has nothing on the reality of her kneeling before me.
“Red means stop, yellow means slow down,” she says, clasping her hands behind her back. “So take what you want…what we both want.”
I search her eyes and see nothing but freely given consent. Her trust in me to take her to the very edge of her deepest desire is a match to kerosene. Fire rages through my blood, and the most primal forces push me to take everything she’s offering and so much more.
She’s there, water running down over her face, down over those tits thrust out so beautifully that I have got so many plans for later, looking up at me with those fucking innocent eyes, and my control is reaching a breaking point.
“Are you sure?” My hands shake from suppressing the urge to grab her and plunge into her mouth.
“I trust you,” she says, staring into my eyes. “I can be what you need, Daniel. You just have to trust me, too.”
Fuck.
Her words snap the last of my restraint, and I grab her hair between my fingers, twist until I’ve got her immobile, and press her head against the wall. Her lips part as she pants for breath. Already her eyes are glazing over as she gives in to being completely at my mercy. My cock throbs, and I squeeze at the base to try to calm myself down. It’s no use. Now that I’ve accepted that she’s mine, I want to claim her, inside and out.
I drag the tip of my dick over her plump lips.
“You ever had a man in your mouth?”
I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but when she shakes her head, blood rushes to my cock, and it pulses in my hand. Precome seeps from the end, and I paint her lips until they glisten. Already I can feel the finger of electricity running along my spine.
This is not going to take long.
“Open.”
Her lips part obediently, and I grip her hair harder, guide my dick into her mouth. Wet heat engulfs me as I slide into her, and my groan echoes loudly in the room.
“That’s it. Fuck.” I tighten my fingers, hold her head still as I rock my hips. Her tongue strokes the underside every time I pull out, and it’s driving me fucking insane.
I’m on the brink already, looking down at my cock disappearing into her mouth. There is no control now. Not while she stares up at me with that look of total submission.
“Fuck, babygirl, your mouth feels so good. Slide your tongue underneath, yeah, just like that.”
I inch in deeper, and my balls draw up. The feeling crawls across my body, settling in my gut. I drive into that sweet little mouth, upping the pressure with each thrust. The little gasps she makes around my cock as she struggles to take me deep send me right to the edge.
“You’re going to make me come. You want that? You want me to fill that sexy mouth of yours, come right down your throat?” I grit my teeth and force the words out. “You’re going to have to take me deeper for that, babygirl.”
Her guttural moan vibrates around my cock, and she opens her mouth wider.
I grip her head and thrust three more times, then bury my cock in her throat and go off like I’ve never done before. Her throat convulses, and my vision blackens around the edges. I have to slam my hand against the wall to keep my balance.
I never expected a girl like her to walk into my life, but she’s mine now. Nothing else matters. What I thought was the eighth circle of hell is turning out to be one fucking twisted version of heaven, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
KYMBER
ELEVEN MONTHS LATER…
“I can’t believe you’re officially a college graduate.” Bekka beams and waves my diploma around like a proud parent. “And an honors graduate, no less! You make the rest of us look like slackers.”
I grin at her, then pull the straightener through my hair. I am pretty proud of myself.
Daniel is, too.
I’ve put extra effort into my appearance for today, not only for myself, but for him. The pale pink silk wrap dress hugs all my curves, and the color bring out my eyes. Beks did a smoky eye thing I can never get right, and I have to admit I look like a movie star.
The last step is making my naturally curly hair straight. I don’t usually bother, but I want it to signify a new start. I’m graduating from college. Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
I roll my eyes at the clichéd thought and step back to make sure everything looks perfect. Okay, and maybe I want to knock Daniel on his ass. He loves to be in control, but I want to be the one in charge for a little while.
I can’t wait to tell him what I have on when I finally get into my gradution gown. It won’t be this dress, I think with a secret smile.
He loves to make me wait; it’s high time he had a taste of his own medicine. My plan is to surprise him right before I have to take my seat. That way he can think about it for the entire ceremony. The best part is that he’ll make me pay for it later.
Heat gathers between my legs, and the tiny scrap of material grows slick.
I love the way he punishes me.
“You have that look in your eyes. You’re thinking about all the kinky things you’re going to let the colonel do to later, aren’t you?”
“Colonel? Really? You’ve obviously been hanging around Adam too much.” I know most of the military men in the building call Daniel “Colonel,” but hearing it from Beks just makes me shake my head.
I put the finishing touches on my lips, and Beks steps up beside me, bumping my shoulder with hers. She catches my eye in the mirror and makes a kissy face.
“Is that what you call him in
the bedroom? ‘Ohh, Colonel, tie me down and do me harder. Oh God, oh Colonel, yes, yes yes!’”
When she throws her head back and shouts one last Colonel, I can’t keep the laughter inside anymore. I mean, she’s not far from the truth of it, but I have yet to yell out “Colonel.” He’s Daniel to me, and it’s the only name I want on my lips.
“You are insane. And you know way too much about my sex life. I mean, how many times can you ask Daniel if I’m a bad girl and need a spanking? It was funny the first time, not so much after almost a year.”
I can’t believe it’s only been eleven months since I went from virgin to an oversexed, can’t-get-enough woman, but really, anyone would if they had Daniel doing all the unspeakable things he likes to do to me.
Beks pulls me into a one-armed hug. “You know I love you, and I’m just happy you found someone. You got lucky the first time out, and Daniel is one of the good guys.”
Yeah, he really is.
My graduation gown is hanging in the living room, the light blue a symbol of everything I’ve worked so hard for the last four years. I carefully grab the hanger and hold the satiny fabric against my body, careful not to wrinkle it.
“We ready?” Beks asks.
“Just a sec, I need to use the restroom one last time.”
I hurry to the bathroom and pull off my dress, leaving me standing in a tiny thong and my pale pink heels. I quickly slip the graduation gown over my head and fasten it, a grin curling my lips. This is my surprise for Daniel. What I’m wearing—or not wearing—under this thing during the ceremony.
He is going to lose his mind.
I flush the toilet for show and step out of the bathroom.
“Daniel said he was going to grab Adam, then head up. Gates open at eight thirty, so we should be good,” I say, trying to inconspicuously look at the front of my gown. God, I hope my nipples don’t perk up the second he walks through the door. He’ll zero in on them immediately—Daniel doesn’t miss much where my body’s concerned—and my surprise will be ruined. I’ll be on my back on the nearest available surface, being fucked to within an inch of my life. And I’ll love every second of it.
Beks stares at me for a minute, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. “Seriously, Kymber, I am so proud of you.”
We’re saved from ruining our makeup by Daniel’s return, Adam on his heels. My breath lodges in my throat. My God, that man.
Daniel pauses in the doorway, his intense gaze immediately devouring me. Every inch of my skin responds to the look in his eyes. I can’t get enough of him, either. I’m not sure he’s ever looked this mouthwatering.
Do not react, do not react, do not react…
The charcoal-gray dress shirt he has on hugs his chiseled chest like a second skin. The top button is undone, and his sleeves are rolled halfway up his forearms, showing off the muscles that I love running my fingers over.
Black pants and his black boots finish the look, and I’m tempted to just skip graduation and get on to the celebrating part by unwrapping him like a present. Daniel prowls closer, and I clench my fingers at my side. It looks like he has the same idea.
“If you two are done eye-fucking each other, we should go,” Bekka interrupts.
“Agreed.” Adam steps in behind his father, an easy grin on his face.
I’ve gotten to know Adam pretty well this past year, and strangely enough, it’s not as awkward as I thought it would be, being his age and all. He moves in front of Daniel and wraps his arms around me.
“Congrats and all that,” he says before stepping away.
I can’t help but notice the flash of possessiveness that moves through Daniel’s eyes. I know it’s because he hates the idea of anyone else touching me and not because he’s worried about Adam and me.
There are moments I can tell he still worries about whether he’s good enough for me, or whether he’s ruining my youth with the nearly-twenty-year age difference. I reassure him the only way I know how—by dropping to my knees and giving myself over to him. Proving with my submission and my heart that he’s all I want. All I’ll ever want.
I move closer to Daniel and lean up to press my lips to his. The sudden flood of desire takes my breath away. There isn’t a minute of the day that I don’t want him. The way his hands slide around my back to pull me against his chest proves he feels the same.
I cross my fingers and toes that he can’t feel the lack of clothing under his palms.
“Graduate first, hot sex after,” Bekka quips.
Adam chokes.
“You look beautiful,” Daniel says against my lips.
Warmth fills me. “Thank you. You look good enough to eat.”
“Later,” comes his deep-voiced promise.
“And on that note…” Bekka says, ushering everyone toward the door.
Daniel moves to my side and rests his hand low on my back.
“I’ve hired a town car,” he says.
“What? It’s only a few of blocks.”
“It’s your day. It’s going to be perfect.” He steers us out the door to the elevator. Bekka and Adam follow.
I lean back against him as the elevator jolts and grinds its way from the seventh floor to the lobby. As he ushers me into the waiting car, I can’t keep the smile off my face. I have never been more happy in my life, surrounded by the ones who mean the most to me on a day of new beginnings.
Daniel presses a kiss to the crook of my neck, and I swallow back a moan. The quick ride to campus is over before I know it, and then we are all making our way to the gate. This is where we separate until after.
This is where I drop my little bomb.
Making sure that Beks and Adam are out of earshot, I press my lips against Daniel’s ear and bring his hands to my breasts.
“The only thing I have on under this gown is a tiny thong. Just think of how wet I’ll be by the time the ceremony is over.”
With a flirty grin, I walk away, the sound of his growl echoing in my ear.
…
Four exhausting hours later, I am a graduate of Columbia University on more than just paper. The crowd is enormous. Even knowing the general vicinity in which Daniel, Beks, and Adam sat, it’s like fighting against the current to get to them.
There are just so many people.
“Kymber!”
I look toward the shout and see Beks’s face high above the milling people. She waves frantically and motions me in their direction. I wave back and start toward them, my heart full to bursting.
She has to be on Adam’s shoulders, and when I get closer, I see her using his hair as reins to guide him through the crowd. I laugh out loud, because the girl has no shame. I’m finally within a few feet when strong arms wrap around me from behind and the familiar scent of Daniel’s cologne fills my lungs.
“You are in so much trouble, babygirl,” he says right in my ear.
The deep timbre of his promise turns my blood to liquid heat. I push back, enough to feel his hard cock digging into my back. I love that my little surprise did that to him, just as much as I’m going to love what he does to me in return.
Beks and Adam arrive, and she slips off his back to come around and give me a hug. Daniel refuses to give up his hold on me, and I’m the middle of a weird hugging sandwich.
“Okay then,” Beks says with a grin. She leans closer, well aware that Daniel is right there and can hear what she says. “I don’t know what you said to him before you left, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since. There were a couple times I thought he was going to storm the field and grab you up.” She turns to Adam. “Let’s give these kids some privacy. I’m dying for something to drink.”
“Congrats, Kymber,” Adam says, a smirk lifting one corner of his lips when he looks over my shoulder.
Beks grabs his arm and pulls him away, and suddenly I find myself moving, propelled by Daniel’s insistent pace. He steers me through the crowd, his front pressed against my back. The people thin out until there are just a few straggle
rs along the outside of the seating. The parking lot is in the opposite direction. I have no idea where we’re going when he ducks down a short flight of stairs and into an alcove with a door.
I open my mouth to ask, but then my back is against the brick and Daniel crowds his body against mine. His mouth crashes over mine, tongue demanding entrance between my lips. My body reacts instantly. I open under him, meet every thrust with one of my own.
My arms wrap around his neck, and I grip his hair in my fists. His mouth moves over my chin. He nips along my neck.
“You are a very bad girl,” he rasps in my ear.
Air touches my thigh, and I realize that he’s lifting the hem of my gown by the fistful. Excitement ignites every nerve ending. Outside our secluded spot, I can hear voices as people pass by.
“Daniel.” His name, a croak on my suddenly parched lips, is somewhere between a plea and a warning when he tucks the excess material into the collar of my gown, leaving me completely exposed.
He pushes closer, his forehead against mine, his lips only a whisper away. The barest touch of his thumb over my nipple makes me gasp.
“Quiet.” He wraps his hand around the column of my neck, and the fingers of his other hand slip under my thong and sink into the wet heat between my legs.
It’s so unexpected and it feels so good that a cry escapes my mouth before I realize it. Daniel slams his lips over mine, cutting off the sound before anyone outside our hiding place can hear.
“No noises,” he says, pumping in and out, dragging his finger over that spot inside that makes my knees shake. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I whimper, try to keep the sound low, but my God it feels so good. I’m already climbing toward the peak. He knows all the ways to make me come, and depending on his mood, either it’s fast and hard and it wrecks me, or he takes it so slow I’m a begging mess on the verge of madness.
I can tell by the way his hand steadily tightens around my throat and how he angles his palm against my pussy to stimulate my clit that he’s trying to get me off quickly. Tension coils in my lower stomach. I want to rock my hips, but he has me pinned to the door.
