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“Fuck…”I moan. “Can I have another finger?”

He chuckles, and it vibrates down my spine. “You can have anything you want, Rory girl. I’ll give you anything.”

When his second finger joins the first, I feel what has now become all too familiar over the past month—his hard dick pressing against my ass. I involuntarily moan, loving how even this turns him on.

Cole thrusts his fingers in and out of me, thumb still flicking my clit. “Mmm… I love how you moan. Been thinking about it since you left my place last week.”

“This feels so good, Cole.” I moan again as I start to feel the pressure building low in my abdomen. I’m having a hard time staying still as my orgasm creeps closer.

“Good,” he coos. “I want you to feel so good, baby. I love getting to take care of you like this.”

“Cole,” I sigh.

“That’s right. I’m the one making you feel good right now. You’re bleeding, and you’re still pulsing around my fingers. You’re still my dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I groan, restless. My legs are thrashing around, and my ass is rubbing over his thighs. “I like being dirty for you.”

“I like you being dirty for me, too,” he manages between heavy breaths. “But you don’t need to be dirty right now. Just be good.Be a good girl, and come on my fingers. You know it’ll make you feel better.”

A few more whispered praises in my ear, and I’m a fucking goner.

“Cole!” I moan so loudly the entire building might hear. “Oh God,yes!”

Cole’s head falls to my shoulder as he fingers me through my orgasm, moving more frantically. “Fuck, Rory,” he mutters through ragged breaths. “Say my name again. Please.”

“Cole,” I moan more softly, coming down from my high. But it’s exactly what he wants because I hear him groan before chanting my name softly.

He removes his fingers and wipes them on the towel. “Goddamn, Ror.”

“That helped. Thank you.” I shift slightly so I can face him. “I’m feeling bet-” I cut off sharply as I see a weird look on his face. “What’s that look for?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer, so I let my eyes wander, and I settle on a dark spot on his pants.

“Cole, did you…”

“Yes,” he smiles at me sheepishly. “Extremely embarrassing, but you know how attracted I am to you.”

“You… came.”

“In my pants like a goddamn teenager, yes. Your moaning did me in, I’m sorry.”

“That’s… actually really hot.” I can’t help but enjoy the fact that he likes fingering me so much that he came in his own goddamn pants. I didn’t even need to touch him.

“At least my embarrassment is hot,” he chuckles. “I should probably go clean myself up.” Cole stands before leaning over and kissing my forehead. “Happy birthday, Starlight.”

twenty-five

Cole

I’m a masochist.

It seems I’m torturing myself for fun now.

Rory made it clear after we slept together that nothing more could happen. Not what I fucking want at all, but I do respect her decision.

I respect it so much that I offered to finger her two days ago under the guise of helping her relieve her cramps.

It’s not that I didn’t want to help her; I did. That’s why I looked up the list in the first place. I didn’t expect to see orgasms on it, but once I did, I think I would have done just about anything to make that happen.

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