Page 10 of Under Pressure

“On your back. It’s time for me to fuck you.”

I fall onto the makeshift pillow and stare up at his magnificent body, all hard lines and grooves I can’t wait to explore with my hands and tongue. He drops to his knees, and I widen my thighs to accommodate him.

He leans into me and that’s when it occurs to me that we need protection. I can’t freaking believe I nearly forgot. But my body is on sensory overload, so far gone that it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, and that’s messing with me in dangerous ways.

“Condom,” I say, my voice cracking.

Cole fists his hair. “Shit, right. Sorry about that.”

“You have one?”

Please let him have one!

“Yeah,” he says and grabs his shorts.

Cripes, I don’t know what I was worried about. This is Cole. An adrenaline-junkie adventure guide who is always prepared for everything.

If only I were prepared for this.

He grabs a condom. “I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he says, his deep voice rippling through me as he quickly sheathes himself then settles between my legs. I guess this sex is messing with him as much as it is me.

“Ready to scream, Reesey Piecey?”

I grin. Honestly, I never knew sex could be so much fun. “Yes,” I murmur against his throat.

He rubs his cock up to caress my clit, teasing the ever-living hell out of me. If his goal is to make me scream from want, then he’s seriously headed down the right road. His crown circles my hard nub languidly, and my entire body tingles in anticipation.

With single-minded determination, I move, lift, and shift, anything to force him inside, but he clearly has other plans, and I believe they involve driving me out of my mind. I fear I’m going to start babbling like an idiot soon. That would for sure scare any ghosts away.

His crown circles, teases, and slips in an inch, only to withdraw. Pressure builds in my body as desperation takes hold.

Enough already.

I pinch his back and he chuckles. “What’s the matter, Reesey Piecey?”

“You know what’s the matter.”

“Sorry, you’re going to have to tell me.”

“Hate you,” I say.

“Hate you, too.”

His tip enters, giving me only an inch, and a cry lodges in my throat, his teasing becoming too much. I need him. Now.

“Cole, please,” I beg.

“Keep talking to me, Reese. Keep making lots of noise,” he says, acting like he has all the patience in the world, but I can sense his restraint, his fight for control. He’s as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him. But for some reason he’s holding himself back.

“I need your cock,” I say, and don’t care if I sound like an eager nymphomaniac because right now, there is no better way to describe me.

He shoves a little deeper inside, and when he gives a husky groan, my eyes roll in my head. My sex clenches, and it’s almost scary how much I want this—how much I need him.

“Is this what you want? Is this what’s going to make you moan louder?”

“Yes,” I say. “This is exactly what I need.”

His sharp intake of breath doesn’t go unnoticed by me as I fall back onto the makeshift pillow. He powers forward and fills me even more, and I don’t care who the hell is in the vicinity. I let go of all inhibitions and just whimper without care.

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