Page 27 of Between the Stacks

I tentatively fisted him, and Cole groaned. “So much better. Come here, babe.”

He pressed his palm to my nape, drawing me closer before he kissed me.Perfection. I swore the world around me detonated. The minute our mouths touched, the need to climb him filled me. He might not be Jonesy; however, he didn’t have to be. Truth was, I wanted Cole and Scott. Spending time with them today made me want things I shouldn’t have. Above everything, they were a couple, yet their intentions with me, at least where Cole stood, meant to include me with them and I think I liked that.

“Cole,” I moaned when he broke the kiss. His lips brushed over my jaw then down my neck.

“Tell me what you want, Lyra. You’re in control here.”

I felt anything but. Sex was a huge step. “Make me come.”

He chuckled. “I know that feeling.” He pressed another kiss to my lips. “Want me to fuck you, sweetness? Make you feel so good?”

“What about condoms?” I mumbled.

“You’re in luck,” he replied, stepping out of the shower. He went straight for his bag on the counter. He grabbed a silver packet, then rejoined me in the shower. “Now, where were we?”

I shivered. Was I really going to do this? Have sex with Cole? He corralled me backward to the bench seat at the rear of the shower. Instead of feeling chilled from not having the heat of the water on me, the bench warmed and a fine mist came from somewhere within the area.Damn, I need one of these at home during the winter.

“Why don’t you get comfortable?” Cole said, easing me backward. “Let me take care of you.”

He pressed a kiss to the instep of my left foot, then placed it on his shoulder, opening me up to his perusal. Heat filled my cheeks. I desperately wanted to close my legs and pull him toward me, but the hungry look in those steely eyes of his held me riveted as he took his first tentative lick, then moaned. Holy fuck, that was hot. My ass clenched and raised off the bench. My heart fisted in my chest. I’d never heard a guy make such a depraved sound before.

When his mouth closed over my pussy and his tongue entered me, I thought I’d died. I shattered, not even realizing how close I was to orgasming. Nor caring. Maybe I was as new as they said, because I’d never been treated like this before. Cole’s wicked mouth tortured my pussy, leaving me wet, aching, and begging for more. Only, I didn’t have to voice my wants. He wasthere, licking and sucking, while taking his time to taste and savor me. I thought the idea of my juices sliding down a guy’s throat would repulse me, but with the way Cole made a meal out of me, I never wanted to stop.

Then he added two of his thick fingers, opening my pussy up while a third teased my puckered asshole. My head spun. I panted for air. I was floating away, forgetting all my worries while Cole continued. Also, his gaze never left mine. Sure, his eyes might occasionally flutter shut, but he’d frown, forcing them back open and narrowing those dangerous eyes at me.

After the second, best orgasm of my life, he ripped open the condom and rolled it on his leaking cock. He stifled a groan, stroking himself before drawing me to the edge where I could wrap my legs around his waist. He hummed in approval, tucking into my body before adjusting his position.

Cole held my gaze as he pushed forward, entering me on a slow, sensual stroke. Every inch of my being pinged to life, and I swore I saw stars. He was everywhere, clinging to me while pumping his hips. My eyes rolled up and my breath came in a hitched gasp as I dug the blunt tips of my nails into his skin to hold fast to him. I was drowning. Sinking while floating in the warmth of him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “Holy fuck.”

I couldn’t speak or think. I could only hold on to him, taking the pleasure he gave me with each thrust. The muscles of his stomach bunched while his biceps flexed, cording the muscles in his forearms. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting while also making these delicious sounds at the back of his throat. I ran my fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, scraping his scalp.

He fucked like a god.

“You feel so damn tight and so hot,” he moaned. “You got me in knots, Lyra.”

Same. “Don’t stop.”

“Never planned on it.” He nipped the sensitive skin right below my ear then brushed the spot with the tip of his nose. “We’re doing this again though. Once won’t ever be enough for me.”

I agreed.

“And these tits...” He pushed them together, alternating kissing, licking and biting my nipples before he sucked on each hard point. The sensation shot straight to my clit, like an invisible line joined the two. “I want to bury my face here forever.”

I laughed then sobbed as the bliss snatched at my soul. Guess I shouldn’t have laughed. Cole treasured my body, treating me as if I was the most precious object he had in his life. He left me speechless. Definitely breathless. I didn’t want any of this to end. I wanted to continue through the night. I wanted him to make me forget the shitstorm my life had become over the last few days. I craved feeling this good always.

“You have a wicked tongue,” I groaned, arching to him.

“You should see all the things I can do with my tongue,” he said half-cocky, half-confident in his skills. Hell, I had nothing to complain about.

“I bet.” He lifted his face and kissed me again. I could taste the remnants of my release on his tongue and lips. Caught the hint of his desperation. He coaxed me to take from him and I did, kissing him with as much ferociousness as he’d given me. In that shower, everything melted away and we were perfect there.

I never wanted to leave.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I agreed. He’d slowly built the ardor welling within me. The electric feeling spread through my belly and down my spine as if a million bolts of euphoria spilled through my system until I couldn’t hang on.

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