Subterfudge

by Normandie Alleman

  No one had ever understood how she could stand to be with Cole. He was not the kind of guy she could count on to be there for her. He would stand her up for dates and disappear from her life for months while he was gone on the rodeo circuit. Then Cole would reappear as though everything was just fine. But when they were together things were more than fine. The searing heat between the two of them had been legendary. One glance from him could drop her to her knees. She was putty in his hands.

  For as long as Allison could remember, she had been unable to resist Cole. He was never romantic, but the raw passion that he had for her was even better as far as she was concerned. His forcefulness, the way he knew his mind and hers, the way he knew that he wanted her and single-mindedly always came for her—it made her powerless to resist him. They had an intense emotional connection that rivalled the physical one, but it was more complicated than that. Cole had always been able to give her what she needed, even when she didn’t understand those needs herself.

  The flight attendant strolled down the aisle passing out blankets. Allison took one. Her arms were covered in goose bumps and the hairs on them stood on end. She hoped it was because the cabin was chilly.

  Allison wrapped the blanket around her, and snuggled down into her seat. As she rubbed her arms to try to warm herself, her mind went back to the first time she had met Cole.

  * * * *

  She was at a fraternity party with Marcia and Alfonso. Cole was supposed to be her date for the evening. It was a casual set-up and at first Allison didn’t see much potential. Cole wasn’t a traditionally handsome guy, and he ignored her for the first part of the night.

  The party had lots of kegs, punch with grain alcohol, and a band playing loud music. Allison entertained herself talking to friends, dancing, drinking alcohol-laced punch. She was having a good time, despite the fact that her date was ignoring her.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Cole was a hit with everyone else. Her date was the life of the party—people seemed to love him. He was like a magnet, and on the few occasions that he did talk to her, she liked him too. He had a crooked grin and he exuded confidence, drawing people in with his energy and his swagger.

  As the night wore on, Allison began to find Cole more and more attractive, and she wished he was spending more time with her. Then out of nowhere he came up to her and pulled her away from the party.

  Cole took her hand in his. “C’mon,” he said with a shy look and dragged her along. He led her to an abandoned area of the frat house. It was almost eerie to be so alone, yet the loud music and raucous behaviour of the partygoers close by made Allison feel at ease.

  Cole took her face in his hands and kissed her lips. He gently slid his tongue into her mouth, searching for hers. Allison wrapped her arms around his waist and returned his kiss with a passion of her own.

  Then Cole circled both his hands tightly around her arms, and whispered into Allison’s ear, “I want you.”

  Allison’s heart raced. She was sweating, and her knees almost buckled. As she felt herself slipping in his arms, Cole tightened his grip on her, holding her up.

  Inside Allison was panicked. She didn’t know what to do. So she stalled. “What?” she asked feebly, not even recognising her own voice.

  “You heard me,” Cole said. He wasn’t playing games. When he finally pulled away he set his hands on her shoulders and looked her square in the eye. “You know what I mean. I want to fuck you.”

  Allison felt her eyes widen. She’d never had a guy talk to her this way before. She felt so aroused. Her breath came in short, hot bursts. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than for Cole to fuck her. Her body twitched, wanting to feel him pressed up against her again. Her lips quivered. She was wet and her nipples were hard, aching for him to touch them. She wanted him. He had taken away her inhibitions. She felt the colour rise on her cheeks.

  Cole took her cup of grain alcohol punch out of her hand then poured it on the ground. “And when I fuck you, I want you to remember it. Go tell Marcia you’re leaving. Meet me here in fifteen minutes.” He paused. “That is, if you want to.” He threw her a devilish grin, turned and walked away, leaving her standing there a quaking, puddled mess.

  Allison was confused. She knew she should be trying to make a decision about whether or not she should go with him. There was a part of her that knew that a good girl would never even consider going with a guy like that. A decent girl would have been offended. That kind of girl probably would have slapped him, right? She knew that those were the kinds of things she should be thinking.

  But she wasn’t.

  For her there was no decision to be made. Somehow Cole had known that. Somehow he’d known how to push her buttons from the very beginning.

  Allison was there in fifteen minutes. Cole took her hand, and they walked to his place. Along the way they laughed and talked, stopping for passionate kisses and for him to feel up under her clothing as though her body belonged to him. She felt like she did already belong to him. He had taken control of her sexuality in a way that felt right to her. She welcomed his advances. She would let him use her as he pleased.

  As they went into the dark apartment, he told her to go up onto the bed in the loft. She obeyed, and he climbed up the ladder behind her. He stripped down to his boxer shorts, so Allison undressed down to her bra and panties. They lay in the bed kissing for a long time. He took off her bra and panties, and she lay naked beneath him. He reached over, grabbed a big cup of water, and filled his mouth with it. Then he dribbled it all over her chest.

  “What are you doing?” she screeched.

  The water was cold, a shock to her system. She scrambled to get away, but he held her down. He was stronger than she was. He spat more water all over her breasts as she churned and sputtered her protests. He laughed, but he let her go.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked bewildered.

  “Just playin’,” Cole answered her with a kiss. His tongue invaded her like a snake going into new territory to see what type of prey could be found there. Allison’s body softened under his touch and she responded to his kiss. He pushed her back onto the bed, hard.

  Her head was spinning. He was keeping her off balance on purpose. Cole reached for the water again. He put ice cubes in his mouth and began to work her breasts with his icy tongue. She shivered, but her nipples grew hard. She was aroused despite her annoyance.

  He moved up and pushed an ice cube into her mouth with his tongue. He shoved his cock inside her at the very same time, without much preamble. She welcomed him, her hips bucking to meet his. Cole looked deep into Allison’s eyes as he entered her. As she stared back at him, she felt like he wanted her very soul.

  Allison arched her back and opened herself up to him. Their gazes locked and Allison felt such a strong connection with Cole it scared her. She felt like he knew all the buttons to push to excite her, to make her his. It was a thrill ride. He took her breasts, one in each hand, and tweaked her nipples until groans of pleasure erupted from her throat.

  “That’s my girl! Now I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  Cole was good as his word. He fucked Allison for what felt like forever. When she was exhausted, Cole asked her, “Do you want me to come?”

  Allison wasn’t used to that kind of talk. Her previous boyfriends had come whenever they’d wanted to. “Um, yeah, please come,” she answered.

  “Where do you want me to come?”

  Allison wasn’t sure how to answer. “Wherever you want to, Cole.”

  “Can you be a good little cocksucker, too? Want me to come in your mouth?” he asked.

  “If you want to.”

  Cole pulled his cock out and finished jacking off over Allison’s breasts. She watched, confused, as he rubbed the semen across her breasts.

  Sticking out her bottom lip, Allison asked, “Why didn’t you come in my mouth? I thought you were going to?”

  “Have to give you something to look forward to.”
Cole smiled as he got up then dressed.

  Allison watched him as he left her there, alone in the bed, cum all over her breasts. She felt as though she had been dismissed. At the same time, Cole overwhelmed her. She wanted more, and more, and more of him.

  From then on, Cole kept her off balance. He knew just how to keep her coming back for more.

  Whenever Allison saw Cole out with friends, she knew she would be his that night. It was a given for them both. Theirs was an incredibly intense attraction. She was a moth drawn to his flame, and like the moth, she was burned.

  Allison endured morning after morning of waking up after a night of incredible sex with Cole, only to find him gone. She would ask him for more next time, to please stay and let their passion grow into something more, but something always held him back.

  Allison knew Cole had limits on what he was willing to give, and for a while, that was enough for her.

  Her friends thought she was crazy. But Allison had fallen in love with Cole. For her it was more than the hot sex. She had seen inside his heart during the rare moments when showed his vulnerable side, and she truly loved him. She was willing to take the little of him he was able to share, in the hopes that he could open up more in time. They both seemed to be ruled by their passion for one another, and she thought that was enough to build on.

  But it was never to be…

  * * * *

  Sleepy, Allison laid her head down on the plane’s cold window and closed her eyes. Just for a minute, I’ll rest for just a minute, she thought before she fell into a deep sleep.

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  About the Author

  One day Normandie saw an interview with author Stephanie Meyer, in which Stephanie said that the idea for her book, Twilight, came to her in a dream. Normandie determined that she needed to write down her next really good dream. Little did she know that vow would lead her to a career writing erotic fiction.

  When she’s not writing, Normandie has a busy life with a large family that relies on her. “There’s always lots to do. I love to cook and bake, and I make a lot—big batches. My husband is an athlete and the boys are too. So they all eat a lot! There’s never a dull moment at our house. Writing is my escape. I sit down with the dog and write while my kids are at school.”

  Normandie is married to her true love. She appreciates his ability to give her the male perspective on romance. “My husband is probably more romantic than I am, but he’s also a real alpha male. That’s a great combination that inspires me and keeps me on my toes!”

  Email: normandiealleman@yahoo.com

  Normandie loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.

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