Page 11 of Under Pressure

“Good, so damn good,” I say, and grip him with my sex muscles to keep him from pulling out again.

“Fuck, yes,” he says, and rewards me by burying himself deep. “I can’t wait for you to come around my cock,” he whispers in my ear.

I give a broken gasp as his words echo through me. “Yes. Fuck me, Cole. Hard,” I cry out as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. My muscles suck him in, and I clench around him, but he pulls out, and the sweet friction nearly sends me soaring to the moon. His mouth finds mine again, and he fills me even more as his veins become engorged with heated blood.

His chest pushes against mine, rubbing and stimulating my aching nipples as he moves over me. He presses harder, strokes faster, and every nerve in my body is screaming as the need builds, reaching a point of no return. We move together, finding a natural rhythm like we’ve been doing this our entire lives. I must say, we’ve done a lot of things together, but sadly, this wasn’t one of them. I’m so glad we’re rectifying that.

His hands slide over my body, exploring, stroking softly in contrast to the sweet stabs of pleasure between my legs, the combination raising my need for him higher and higher.

“Cole,” I murmur.

The air around us sizzles. “Can’t hear you.” He pulls out and slams back in again, greedily plunging, frantic with need.

“Yes,” I cry out. I love seeing him this aroused, this needy. My hands race over his hot skin, sharing in his urgency, the intimacy between us.

Cole gives a low groan and crushes his hands through my hair. “I’m so close,” he growls. The need in his voice sends me soaring, and my entire body squeezes. “Fuck, Reese.”

I climax around his cock, my orgasm stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. But I can’t think about that right now as my sex throbs and pulses and I feel like I’m free-falling without a net. I whimper and hold on to Cole like my life depends on it.

“Breathe, Reese,” he says and stills inside me, the intimacy in his tone sending a riot of emotions racing through me as I clench so hard I practically lose my vision. As he gives me a moment to recover, he moves my hair from my face. My lids flash open and when I catch the tender way he’s looking at me my heart goes into my throat. “You good?” he asks.

I nod, too afraid to speak, too afraid of what I might say. I move against him, undulating my hips to let him know I’m ready for him again—want everything he has to give me. As my body quakes, I mentally kick myself for going off the pill. I want to feel him release inside me. The first thing I’m going to do when we return home is to go back on birth control. Wait! Shit. I’m not thinking clearly. This ends when this trip is over and we go our separate ways.

He jerks his hips forward and our moans mingle, all thoughts of the pill forgotten. I lift to take him in deeper, and love the way his lids grow heavier like he’s lost to everyth

ing except what the two of us are doing.

A new kind of need churns inside me, fueling my desires, pushing me close to the precipice once again.

I wrap my legs around his back and hug him with my thighs. His head goes back and his eyes close as he stills inside me. I take in his features, the strength of his body, the closeness between us.

“Come for me again, Reese,” he commands, and just like that I let go, my body obeying his demands with another hot rush of heat between my legs. Honest to God, I never expected to come a third time, but the look on his face, and the command in his voice, pushed me over the edge again.

“Oh, fuck, Reese,” he says. “I feel you.”

“I feel you, too,” I say, but never have I felt anything like this. I slide my hands around his back and tug until his mouth is on mine. We kiss, our tongues languidly sliding as we ride out our releases. On his last pulse, Cole collapses on top of me, his mouth going to my neck. His breath is so hot it’s scalding my skin. I hold him to me. Holy hell. I feel a level of satisfaction I’ve never known. It’s insane how good it is between us. I had no idea it could ever be this good.

Yes, you did.

Okay, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted this, thought about it once, twice or a million times over the years. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to act on it. This is Cole. My best friend in the whole world. We hold each other for a long time, both lost in our own thoughts. His hand is on my arm, stroking softly, touching me in such a familiar way.

“Reese,” he finally says, breaking the quiet as he pulls out of me.

His harsh breath flutters the hair on my neck, and I ache at the sudden loss of him inside me. “Yeah?”

“We good?” he asks, his voice rumbling against my ear.

“Yes,” I say, pretty sure things will never be the same again.

“Still hate me?”

“More than ever.”

“Hate you, too.”

Chapter Four

Cole

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