Page 18 of Falling for Cocky Cole
Cole groans as I press against him again, but he still hesitates. "You're really sure?"
In answer, I stand up and strip off my jeans, leaving me in just my underwear. Cole's eyes travel over my body with such open appreciation that I feel a flush spreading across my skin.
"God, Ivy," he says, his voice rough. "You're beautiful."
I watch as he unzips his jeans, lifting his hips to push them down his thighs. His boxers do little to hide how ready he is. I step closer as he removes them, revealing his cock—long and thick and already glistening at the tip.
"I want to ride you," I tell him, surprising myself with my boldness.
Cole laughs, a low, warm sound. "Reminding me you're a good rider?"
I smile, remembering our earlier banter about bicycles. "Something like that."
I straddle him again, and he brings his cock to my entrance. I'm already wet, have been since we started making cider together, if I'm honest. As I sink down onto him, we both moan at the sensation. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Cole whispers, his hands gripping my hips. "So tight."
"You feel good," I tell him, my voice breathy as I adjust to his size. "So good, Cole."
I begin to move, finding a rhythm that makes us both gasp. Cole cups one of my breasts with one hand while the other holds my hip, guiding my movements. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. The physical pleasure of him inside me, the emotional high of being wanted like this—it's intoxicating.
Cole thrusts up to meet each of my downward movements, creating a perfect friction that has me climbing quickly toward release. The wooden bench creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our heavy breathing and occasional moans.
"You're the most beautiful girl on earth," Cole says, his voice strained with effort and pleasure.
"I'm yours," I gasp, not even sure what I mean by it, just knowing it feels right to say.
"I'm the luckiest bastard on earth," he groans, and I can't help but laugh softly, knowing he's exaggerating but not caring. I want to believe him, to enjoy this moment for what it is.
I close my eyes as we both pick up the pace, chasing our pleasure. Cole's thumb finds my clit, circling it with just the right pressure, and I feel myself tightening around him. My breathing becomes shallow, my movements more erratic as I get closer.
"That's it, Ivy," Cole encourages, his own voice tight with approaching climax. "Come for me."
The tension builds and builds until it finally breaks in a wave of pleasure that has me crying out, my body shuddering as I clench around him. Cole follows immediately, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he pumps up into me, gasping my name as he comes.
My head falls back, my back arches, both of us panting. His head nestled between my breasts, his arms wrap around me, holding me close as our heartbeats gradually slow. I feel boneless, satisfied in a way I haven't been in a long time.
We stay like that for a minute or two, until we hear the barn door creak wider. Neither of us moves at first, thinking it might be the wind.
"Ivy? Cole? Are you guys—?" Caleb's voice cuts through our afterglow like a knife.
"Don't come in!" I call out, but it's too late. Caleb is already inside, and he freezes when he sees us. His eyes widen, then linger on my naked torso for a beat too long before he seems to realize what he's doing.
He blinks rapidly and looks away. "Sorry," he stammers. "I didn't mean to walk in on... this."
Cole turns his head toward his brother, seemingly unbothered by our compromising position. "No problem," he says casually. "We're done. Just give us a minute."
I press my face against Cole's shoulder, mortification washing over me. I'll never be able to look Caleb in the eye again.
10
CALEB
Istumble out of the barn, the image of Cole and Ivy burned into my retinas. The cool night air hits my face, but it does nothing to calm the heat rising inside me. What the hell did I just see? Cole, with Ivy on his lap, both of them naked and flushed. Damn it. I should've knocked. I should've called out before entering. Better yet, I should never have come here at all.
I pace before the barn, gravel crunching beneath my boots. What was I thinking, coming here tonight? I told myself I was checking on Cole's business proposal, that I wanted to speak with Ivy's parents about the partnership. But that's a lie, and I know it. I came because I knew Cole was here, and I wanted to see what he was up to with Ivy.
Well, now I know. And I wish I didn't.
