His eyes darken as he stretches his arm out, cupping my pussy through the thin fabric. “You sure about that? Because it feels like I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about it.”
He’s not wrong. God, these little games of ours always manage to get me fired up.
Playing along, I crinkle my nose. “Who, me? Nah.”
Liar, liar.
Groaning, he rolls us over so he’s now on top of me. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love proving you wrong.”
My eyes flutter closed as his mouth finds my neck. Before him, I didn’t even know it was a hot spot of mine.
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” I tease because I know how much he enjoys a challenge.
I pout when he rolls off me. “Hey.”
Propping himself up on one elbow, he smirks. “I enjoy looking at you.”
A big part of me wants to ask why when I look the way I do, but I don’t want to ruin this moment.
Especially when he slides his palm over my breast. “Fucking perfect.” I hiss when he tweaks my nipple. “I love how sensitive your tits are.”
I feed his words right back to him. “That so?”
“Oh, yeah.” His Adam’s apple bobs as the hand on my breast slides lower. “I also love how sensitive you are right—” I whimper when he presses the pad of his thumb to my clit. “Here.”
Goosebumps graze my arms and when I look down, I notice my nipples puckering through my shirt.
So does he.
Biting his lip, he traces the shape of me with the tip of his finger. “You like it when I tease your pretty pussy, huh?”
I fight back a shiver because what he’s doing lights all my nerve endings on fire.
“Not even a little,” I say sardonically. “Feels terrible.”
“That’s a shame,” he drawls, inching his way down the bed.
The look in his eye is downright predatorial.
“Why?”
He wrenches my thighs apart. “Because then you definitely won’t like this.”
Before I can blink, his mouth is on my pussy.
My hips jerk when he nibbles and sucks, toying with me. I so badly want to yell at him to rip the stupid leggings off, but then I’ll lose this little game of his.
“Feels so bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.”
He chuckles, his hot breath sending another round of shivers up my spine.
“Oh, God.”
“Most people just call me Cole,” he murmurs.
“Dick—”
His teeth scrape along my slit and I arch my back. “Is hard as a fucking rock right now, thanks to you.”
“Oh, well, I definitely don’t want to play with it,” I joke. And because I want to drive him crazy too, I add, “Or kiss it.”
He groans. “This is my game, remember?” He nips my pelvic bone. “Not yours.” He licks the already wet fabric. “So be a good little Bible Thumper while I play with my pussy.”
“Um...I think you mean my pussy. Thank you very much.”
Smirking, he looks up at me. “Not anymore, it’s not.”
“Oh, so I guess that means your cock just became mine.”
“It’s yours whenever you want it,” he deadpans. “Just say the word.”
If that’s the case, I’ll happily take this trade.
I pretend to think. “Hmm. How about now?”
He shakes his head. “Can’t.”
“But you just—”
He peppers kisses between my legs. “The game isn’t over yet.” He nuzzles the fabric with his nose. “But these are soaked now, so we should probably take them off.”
In one fell swoop, he tugs my leggings and underwear down.
I’m confused when he stops mid-way down my legs.
For a moment I think something bad or embarrassing happened, but he presses my thighs to my stomach and holds them in place with his hands.
Not only does it block my view of him going down on me, the position leaves me wide open and exposed.
I’m about to protest the injustice, but his stubble scrapes my bare skin…right before he thrusts his tongue inside me.
All I can do is moan as he works me to the point of oblivion.
“God, I’m so close.”
“Really?” he muses, lapping at me. “But I thought you hated this?”
My legs quiver. “It’s the worst.” Gripping the bedsheets, I grind against his face. “Please don’t make me come.”
“Don’t worry,” he says gruffly. “I definitely won’t.”
His lips wrap around my clit, and I choke out a moan as the pressure builds and builds.
He sucks harder…until the tension snaps like a rubber band.
I swear I see stars as I convulse and shake.
I should probably be embarrassed by how much I came and the damp spot I feel beneath me when he releases my legs, but I honestly don’t have the energy to worry about it.
And the way Cole’s looking at me, tells me he doesn’t mind my mess one single bit.
Laying down next to me, he gives me a lopsided grin. “We should never do that again.”
“Never,” I agree with a smile.
I look down at the obvious erection he still has. “And I really shouldn’t return the favor.” I walk my fingers across the elastic band of his sweatpants. “Should I?”
“Nope.” His throat bobs on a swallow. “Because I’m definitely not dying to put my dick in your mouth.” He must see the hesitation on my face, because he quickly adds, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
It’s not that I don’t want to…I’m afraid I’ll be bad at it.
There’s no getting around the fact that our levels of experience are like night and day.
I don’t want to be a four—and I’m being generous here—when he’s used to having an eight or better in terms of skill.
Hell, I’ve watched porn before. There’s a reason they call it a blow job.
However, I’m not opposed to learning something new. Especially if it will give him even an ounce of the pleasure he just gave me.
“No, I wan—”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything.”
I’m not sure what to make of his expression. “What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone?”
My cheeks heat. “I went to Florida with my parents once.”
He makes a face. “Come on, Sawyer. I’m not trying to be an asshole.”
I know he’s not, but it still doesn’t make this conversation any less uncomfortable.
“In ninth grade, Abbott Carney stuck his tongue in my mouth and put his hand up my sweater.”
Cole’s eyes narrow. “I hate Abbott Carney.”
That gets a laugh out of me. “You don’t even know him. He’s actually insanely smart. I had the biggest crush on him when I was a kid, but he had a crush on Catherine who used to babysit him.” I shrug. “We were really good friends…until the day that happened and he admitted he was pretending it was my older sister the entire time.”
His nostrils flare. “What a douchebag.”
I wave a hand. “Eh, spilled milk. I’m over it.”