“You need to stop calling me that.” My lips turn down but I am not really upset, I like it .
He gives me a mischievous smile and rolls his eyes at me. Whatever.
He takes off running with the floaty and then we are airborne, or I don’t even know what we are. Our bodies mash together as I release my legs from his waist and he belly flops on the slide. We take off fast, sloshing against the slide, and at the end of the plastic we don’t stop until we’ve slid right off into the grass in an abrupt tumble of limbs and body parts. I’m laughing so hard, until I realize that my face is at his crotch and his face is at mine.
“OMG, you two are hilarious.” I hear from off to the side.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I should know this isn’t funny, but right now having Cole’s dick practically in my face is hysterical. I roll off him onto the grass. He seems to be finding the situation just as funny as I do.
He stands and gives me a hand and I take it.
“That was fun we should do it again,” Cole says. “But if we land the way we just did again, I think we should take it upstairs to my room.”
I should be telling him over my dead body, but that can’t be true because being skin to skin with Cole has me feeling hot and bothered.
“Let’s do this. This time you’re riding on my back,” I say because clearly alcohol has made me lose my mind.
“I don’t think that would work,” Cole says laughing so hard he falls forward. “You’re piggybacking me. Now hop on.”
I watch as Elle gets a ride on Ryse’s back. She turns and winks at me before they take off.
Who knew a kids’ game could be so much fun?
“Rebel has to see this,” I say to Cole and I turn around looking for her. “Where did she go?”
“I think she and Wolfe went for a fuck break,” he says.
Is that a thing?
I run my hand over Cole’s skin. His shoulders are strong and tanned and he smells so. . .
“You ready?”
More than I’ll ever be. Wait! Was I just blatantly caressing him?
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, and I think this time I said it out loud.
“Fuck yeah,” he cheers. Yup, said that out loud.
He takes off running. I release my legs early from his waist and hang off his back so the landing isn’t as rough. We take off sliding, but again we don’t stop at the end of the slide and we roll into the grass. Only the grass has been ripped up probably from overuse and we get all muddy.
“Damn, you look hot,” Cole says to me as we lie horizontal on the ground.
“So do you,” I say, aware again that somewhere in the back of my mind I should have a filter. Where are you, filter?
His green eyes blaze. “We need to go to my room. I want you so bad,” he says. Then he digs the heel of his palm into his eye. “Damn, I’m not supposed to say that to you. Wolfe is going to kill me.”
“I want you,” I say breathlessly. Because, hell, I am dripping wet for him.
“You do?” he quips.
“Yes,” I laugh, as if it’s the funniest thing on earth.
Cole gets to his feet and then lifts me up over his shoulder. We are both covered in grass and mud and are sopping wet.
“Cole, put me down,” I order him, kicking out my legs.
“Stop,” he says and smacks my ass. And ooh, that felt good.
“Do it again,” I say.
He smacks me harder and I think a moan escapes my lips.
“Dammit, woman, you’re getting me hard in front of all these people,” he scolds. The thought of Cole Davis hard makes my mouth water.
He places me on my feet and I lose my balance but Cole moves fast, lifting me up again with his strong arms.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he orders with a deep husky voice that does something to my insides.
“You aren’t carrying me up all those stairs,” I say to him.
“Oh yes I am, and I’m flipping you on my bed.” His words are freaking better than foreplay so I wrap my legs around his waist. “With all that mud on you and. . .” he carries me up the stairs.
“Cole?” I ask. Because it’s like he just lost his tongue.
“That was Wolfe’s room,” he says.
“Okay?” I ask not understanding.
“I told Wolfe I would try to be your friend not take you to bed. I’m fucking drunk and want your sexy ass badly, but my best friend will murder me,” he groans.
“I’m my own person and I demand you take me to bed,” I command.
“You have no idea how badly I want inside you right now,” he says.
“Then get me to your room and don’t tell Wolfe or Rebel what we did. This is a one-time thing anyway,” I assure him.
My words must be enough for him because he walks over to a closed door, turns the handle, stalks into the room, walks over to his bed, and flips me on my back.
Within seconds he is on top of me. His tongue in my mouth. Our lips are moving and he tastes heavenly. The mix of beer and whatever alcohol he drank, along with his distinct taste. Heat prickles my skin as he removes my bikini top. We are a tangled dirty mess of limbs but the scent of coconut prevails amongst the mud, sweat, and everything else. He cups me between my thighs.
“Are we doing this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say into his mouth.
He lowers my bikini bottoms as I struggle to get off his board shorts.
“You are seriously the hottest chick I have ever seen,” he says.
“I doubt that,” I scoff.
He looks at me and rolls his eyes. Then he dips his head and sucks on my nipples and that makes me feel frantic. I reach for his cock and I want to open my eyes and look because I’ve heard crazy good things about his cock. I open and stare because why not? Hell, it is the nicest cock I have ever seen. Thick girth, but not too thick, with a long length and he’s circumcised. He slips two fingers inside me and begins to pump.
I moan but I feel like I am ready to come and riding his perfect cock is what I want. So I climb on him and we kiss some more and then his cock is inside me and warmth and ecstasy take over. I ride him and he curses about how good I feel. We are on fire. Fucking our brain out. Thrusting, panting, riding. He smacks me on the ass and I ride him faster.
He groans, loud and guttural, and I can’t seem to be quiet either. He uses his hips and buries himself deep inside me and then I am coming. Riding him like a bull at a fucking rodeo. It is liberating. So liberating. The freedom. The feeling. This. Is. Everything. And Cole has stamina; he prolongs my orgasm, helping me ride him even when I become breathless. We make a sloshing sound together as his cum and my arousal mix. And then I fall beside him on the bed.
“That was,” he says.
“Yeah,” I say feeling speechless. Best sex of my life.
Five
Holland
My head is heavy as I make my way down the staircase of Cole and Wolfe’s house. I straighten out my bikini to make sure all my important parts are covered. I’m filthy dirty and my head is pounding. Worst of all, I don’t remember how I got to Cole’s room or why both he and I were buck naked on his bed on top of the blankets.
I’ve never drank that much in my life, so I don’t know if it’s normal not to remember anything. What I do know is that my body is severely dehydrated from all that alcohol consumption. I need about ten glasses of Gatorade to restore my electrolytes. I head to the kitchen because there is no way I can drive home like this. Besides, I need to find my purse in order to find my keys and. . .I make it to the bottom of the stairs to see that people are passed out all over the couches. There is a guy passed out across the coffee table. That can’t be comfortable. It looks like solid wood.