Chapter 8 (Skylar)
Maybe I was making a mistake. Maybe I was making a huge life decision on a whim and what I needed to do was take a step back, remove myself from the situation, and analyze from afar.
But fuck that.
I had every fiber of my heart telling me to go for it – to finally listen to my heart, what I wanted and desired.
And that’s exactly what I did.
I pulled him close and held him there, knowing I had no intention of letting him go – not when being with him felt this good. We hadn’t even moved on from the kissing stage and already, it felt like I was soaring on cloud nine. I wanted to fly higher – to explore just how good this mountain man could make me feel because I knew that it didn’t end here.
My hands made their way down his chiseled body. He had never bothered to put on a shirt, which just made things that much easier. As my fingertips danced across his skin, I was amazed by how rock solid his muscles felt underneath. Now I understood why he had carried me with such ease. This guy was literally built like a god.
To my disappointment, he grabbed my hands by the wrists, preventing any further progress. Did he not want me to loosen the waistband of his sweatpants? His erection was obvious, throbbing against my thigh. He couldn’t tell me he didn’t want me, too.
“Skylar,” he said, his voice husky with an almost animalistic growl to it. “I have to be sure you want this – that you won’t regret it in the morning.”
He was rolling in lust. I could see it in the way he looked at me and yet, he was holding himself back for my sake.
“I want this,” I said. “I want this and so much more.”
As soon as I wrapped my arms around his neck, he lifted me off the counter. His fingers dug into my ass as he carried me over to the bed, laying me down as if I was his most prized possession. He continued to melt me down to the core with his sweetness. First, it was the way he took off my clothes. Most guys would have just ripped them off my body and be done with it, but not Cole. With every article of clothing that came off my body, he was there kissing every inch of exposed skin. He started at my neck and worked his way down to my collarbone, lingering for a moment before he finally tossed my shirt aside.
Since my bra had been soaked by the rain, I hadn’t bothered to put it back on when I changed in the bathroom.
Cole grinned, pleased by the sight he saw. I was even more pleased when his mouth found my breasts. He planted a million kisses, soft and tender that left my skin with goosebumps. His hand took care of the other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple until it was a hard little nub. It only got harder as his teeth nipped at my areola. Not nearly hard enough to hurt but enough to get my hips off the bed with pleasure.
He took the chance to slip the sweatpants off my body. And just like that, I was naked. Just like my bra, my panties had been too soaked through to warrant putting back on. Now I was starting to wonder whether that wetness was on account of the storm or my own dirty fantasies.
His hand seemed to have insight into those fantasies because he didn’t hesitate to slip his finger inside. He pushed it deeper and deeper until it was as deep as it could go. Slowly, he turned it this way then that as he moved between my legs, kissing up and down my thighs. I tossed my legs over his shoulders, giving him an open invitation to do whatever he wanted. When he looked at me with that devilish grin, I knew he’d be giving me exactly what I wanted.
It started with his finger pumping in and out of me. At first, the movements were agonizingly slow. I kept pushing my hips into the air, trying to signal that I wanted more but when his grin deepened, I came to realize I was essentially pleasuring myself with his finger.
Oh, he wanted to play this game, did he?
I was determined, then, to overtake him and make him mine. I’d take him for the ride of a century, but he seemed to know exactly what I was planning because, with his other hand, he pinned my wrists above my head and whispered in my ear, “I’m not done with you just yet.”
Then he added his second finger.
I gasped at the abruptness of it – the tightness of my pussy as it stretched around them. If I was feeling this way now, I could only imagine what it would be like to have his cock buried deep inside of me. Fuck, I wanted to find out.
He started fingering me but not in the hard and fast way I was hoping for. Instead, he seemed to be drawing out my pleasure – making the moment last. His thumb just added to my sexual frustration as it circled my clit.
I was drenched – dripping onto the sheets and yet, Cole seemed to have no intention of bringing me towards the edge. He’d speed up just enough to get me going and then he’d go back to a snail’s pace.
“Please…” I begged. “Keep this up and I’m sure to lose my mind.”
The way he was looking at me, I had the feeling that Cole intended to drive me crazy. A third finger was brought into play. They didn’t tread quite so deep but they moved with a quickness that built up the pleasure until it boiled over. I found myself clutching the bed and screaming his name.
My thighs were still shaking when he dove between my legs, lapping up every last drop. There was something inexplicably sexy in the way that he placed his pleasure before his own. His one agenda seemed to be getting me off – of making the night one I would remember.
His tongue traveled the length of my clit before flicking it back and forth.
I pulled his hair just enough to turn the tables. Now it was my turn. I yanked off his sweat pants, freeing his cock that had been pitching a mighty tent the entire time he had teased me. I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his tip, nice and slow. He had to know that the teasing game was one easily played by two.
My tongue swirled around, exploring every inch and taking its time doing so.
Cole threw his head back on the pillow, jaw clenched.
I placed my hands on his thighs and bobbed my head on the first few inches. He throbbed and twitched inside my mouth and while he was rock hard, I knew it would take much more to send him over the edge.
Once I had a steady rhythm going, I moved one hand to his balls, not quite fondling them but grazing my finger along their sensitive skin just long enough to get his attention.
As soon as he looked at me, I went to town, bobbing away until he was hitting the back of my throat. My whole body was brought into play as I rocked back and forth, gaining speed. He grabbed my hair and guided me through the motions as he lifted his cock into my mouth.
It was bigger than I imagined it would be and I had anticipated that Cole would prove an above-average guy. But what he gave me was something that could barely fit in my mouth.
To compensate, my hands were there, stroking the bottom half of his cock. There were times where I would stop sucking all together and just use bought hands to jerk him off. He especially liked those moments because it was almost impossible for him to keep still and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
I moved my hands a little faster, watching as a drop of precum gathered on his tip. I was just to lap it up when he pushed me off. At first, I thought that I had done something wrong, but then he laid me down and looked at me like he was the luckiest man in the world. He took the time to kiss me – to make my heart skip a beat in the way that he held my cheek. Time seemed to slow.
Without saying a word, he was asking me whether I was okay with what we were doing. He was giving me a chance to leave. But leaving was the last thing I wanted to do. If given the chance, I would stay in his arms forever.