Page 46 of Jagger
“I can’t have your hands on me right now, Angel. I’m too on-edge. I haven’t been inside you in ten damned days, and I’m dying to feel your tight heat surrounding me, gripping my cock like you just can’t get enough.”
I felt a pull deep in my core at his words, and I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the ache building inside me. Cole worked his way down my neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling on the delicate skin. I felt the faintest scrape of his teeth on the skin at the base of my neck and gasped as the feeling registered. I moaned and arched my back, and Cole took a step closer, pressing his body against mine and using his weight to hold me in place.
“You always smell so fucking good,” he murmured as he nuzzled against my neck. He let go of my wrists and dropped his hands to my hips, his fingertips biting into my ample flesh until I knew I’d have small bruises there tomorrow. He slid his hands down and cupped my butt, lifting me off me feet just enough to make me gasp as he growled, “Wrap your legs around my waist, Angel.”
I instinctively obeyed, then let out a startled squeal when he swung me around and took the few steps necessary to reach my bedroom. I had never been so thankful to have such a small apartment. He set me on my feet beside the bed and leaned over to turn on the small lamp that was on the nightstand. He straightened and looked at me for a moment, the soft light playing on the sharp planes of his face, then circled his hand around the base of my throat, collaring me in a way that instantly fired my blood. I’d never been with a man who was so dominant and take-charge in the bedroom. I wasn’t submissive by any means, but I had to admit I enjoyed this with him, this feeling as though he had total control over me.
He splayed his long fingers along the side of my neck, with his thumb slowly stroking the other side in a feather-light touch that made me shiver in response. His mouth quirked up at my reaction, and he trailed his other hand slowly up my side, skimming over the lace covering my right breast. My body jolted at the fleeting contact with my sensitive nipple, and a whimper escaped me that should have embarrassed me but didn’t. Cole reached around behind my back and flicked open my bra, in an obviously well-practiced move, slowly sliding one strap, then the other down my arms until the bra fell away from my body. The hand resting at the base of my throat tightened almost imperceptibly as his gaze roamed over my chest. My nipples were hard and aching for his touch.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Angel” he whispered hoarsely. He reached up and wrapped his free hand around the opposite side of my neck in a move that would have alarmed me coming from any other man, but I trusted Cole. He slid both hands up to cradle my face, his thumbs rubbing along my jawline, then lowered his head and kissed me so softly, so tenderly, that I felt tears prick the backs of my eyes. After a moment, he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine, and I could feel the coiled tension just waiting to be unleashed by his body.
“I want to touch you, Cole,” I asked, sliding my hands up his chest and across the tops of his shoulders. I loved the way his muscles felt under my hands. When my fingers skimmed back down over his nipples and I scraped my nails over his six-pack abs, he hissed in a breath as his stomach muscles contracted, and he groaned before burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I love the feel of your hands on me, and one of these days, I’ll let you explore every inch of me. Today is not that day,” he informed me with a wry grin. “I told you I don’t have the willpower to resist you right now, Angel. It’s been ten days, ten long as fuck days, since I’ve felt this sweet cunt of yours, and I can’t hold out any longer.”
He gave me a gentle shove, and I lost my balance at the unexpected move, toppling over onto the bed behind me with a squeal. Cole grabbed my hips and pulled my panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder, then holding my legs open for his perusal.
“Stay just like that, Angel,” he instructed me, taking a step back and bending down to remove his boots. He kicked them aside, then lowered his zipper the rest of the way and pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. He stepped out of them, and put one knee on the bed, then the other as he crawled up over my body. Every nerve ending spiked at the feel of his warm, bare skin gliding over mine, and I never wanted it to end.
He came to a stop with his hips between my thighs, his chest pinning me to the bed. He rolled his hips, and I felt his hard cock press against my pussy. He bucked again, and the head of his dick notched against my clit. My body jolted as a wave of arousal ran through me, and my pussy got even wetter for him.
“Fuck me, Cole. Please honey, I’m so empty without you. I need you.” I begged, undulating my body against his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on, desperate to be filled. I held my breath as he thrust against me, the flared head of his cock gliding through my slick folds and breaching my entrance. We both moaned as he slipped inside before he went rigid in my arms and pulled out abruptly.
“Condom,” he rapped out, his mouth drawn into a taut line. He started to get off me to reach for his jeans, but I stopped him.
“In the drawer,” I motioned to the nightstand next to the bed. He stilled for a split-second, then reached over and yanked open the drawer, grabbing the box that I had bought at the grocery store earlier in the day. I hadn’t wanted us to be caught without protection, and now I was extremely thankful that I’d had that foresight. I’d purchased a new bottle of lube to use with my toys, too, just in case he wanted to play. He flashed me an approving smile as he ripped open the packaging on the box, quickly opening a packet and sheathing himself.
He raised up to his knees and grasped the base of his cock, running his hard length up and down my slick core. His eyes were locked on my pussy, and he licked his lips. My hips thrust up involuntarily at the hungry look on his face.
“I want to eat you out so fucking bad, Molly, but I need to be inside you even more. Hold on, Angel. This may be a rough ride.”
With that, he leaned over me and thrust his cock inside, groaning loudly as he stopped halfway and eased out, then thrust back into the hilt. The sudden feeling of fullness knocked the breath from my lungs, and a sound between a gasp and a sob escaped me.
Cole froze, his eyes flying up to mine to make sure I was all right.
“More, oh God, more.”
That was apparently all he needed to hear, because my words unleashed a frenzy of wild thrusts, Cole’s hard cock pounding into me at a relentless pace. He put both hands on the backs of my thighs and shoved them up so that my knees were almost pressed against my ears.
“I…love how…you…fuck me,” I panted, barely able to catch my breath as Cole held me in place. I was almost doubled over, with my hips and ass lifted up off the mattress as he grunted and slammed into me over and over, using my body to chase his release.
“Touch yourself, Angel. Play with that pretty clit for me. I need you to get there. I don’t wanna come without you,” he told me raggedly. I reached down and rubbed my clit, sliding my fingers down alongside my pussy lips to graze his cock as it plunged in and out of me, before sliding back up to rub myself again.
Cole groaned and his thrusts became almost frantic. “Come for me, dammit. I’m so close, Molly. I can’t hold back much longer.”
I yelled his name as I came, my body clamping down on him so hard that he could barely move inside me. He gave a guttural roar as his body tensed and shuddered over me, collapsing onto the bed beside me with a low groan a moment later.
Ten minutes later, I slipped on my rarely used bathrobe after cleaning up in my tiny bathroom and walked into the kitchen to grab a couple of bottles of water. I flipped the switch to turn off the light in the living room and turned to make my down the hall. Cole was coming out of the bathroom, breathtakingly naked, when I walked by to go into the bedroom. I handed him one of the bottles, and he gulped it down while I opened mine and took a few sips. I was half-expecting him to start pulling on his clothes to leave, but I was still disappointed when he bent to pick up his jeans off the floor. I opened my dresser drawer, intending to get one of the T-shirts I normally wore to bed, when Cole asked which side I usually slept on.
Chapter 12
Jagger/Cole
“What?” Molly asked in surprise.
“Which side of the bed do you normally sleep on, Angel?” I asked again, pulling my cellphone from the back pocket of my jeans before tossing them over the chair in the corner of her bedroom. I checked to make sure I still had plenty of battery charge left and set the alarm since I had to be at the clubhouse by ten o’clock for church.
“Um, honestly I just kind of sleep in the middle,” she confessed with a grin, and I had to admit, I loved the idea that she didn’t share her bed often enough to have a preferred side.
