Page 120 of Ride or Die

“What time is it?” I rasp, my throat thick with sleep.

“Shhh, it’s late,” Cole whispers, lips grazing my ear. “Go back to sleep.”

I exhale slowly, knowing I probably should go back to sleep. But I miss him. And right now, even with him right here, so close, practically enveloping me, I miss him the most, and I’ve suddenly never been more awake.

Reaching behind me, I find the back of his head, fingers trailing through his thick hair, and angling my face just enough, I find his lips.

His arm around me tightens, and when I slide my tongue into his mouth, his hips shift, and I feel his length press into me from behind, thick and hard. The fact that he wants me only causes me to deepen the kiss, my nails dragging over his scalp and eliciting a groan from deep in the back of his throat.

Cole’s hand moves from my belly, dipping under the waist of my sleep shorts, and I whimper when I feel his finger slip between my folds, rubbing my suddenly aching clit.

Gripping his wrist, I grind myself against his fingers, needing more. His thumb takes over, two fingers sinking inside of me and I tear my lips from his, sucking in a harsh breath. Our kiss falters, and we’re nothing but open mouths sharing panting breaths as I chase the high I didn’t know I needed right now.

“That’s it, baby,” Cole gruffs, his voice low and gravelly.

“Oh, yes,” I whimper, my breaths and whispered words tremulous as my orgasm barrels toward me already. “Don’t stop.”

“Fuckin’ never.” Cole closes his mouth over mine, swallowing my sounds as he gives me what I need, his fingers rubbing up against that magical spot, deep, deep inside.

I moan against his tongue, the coil at the base of my spine tightening right as the pressure in the pit of my belly releases, a wave of pleasure roiling through me from the inside out. I come hard, every part of my body quaking while he works me through it until I’m too sensitive and my thighs clamp together, my hand around his wrist holding him still.

“Fuck, Clara,” Cole grits out, pulling back a touch to look at me, his eyes blazing through the darkness. “You came hard, baby.”

“Yeah,” I say on a soft moan, feeling my release gush out of me as he removes his fingers, my body shuddering in response. “I m-missed you.”

“Aw, baby,” Cole rasps on a sigh. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m here now.”

“I need you. Please.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, thumb looping into the waist of my shorts and shoving them down roughly. “Take off your top.”

I do as he asks, shimmying out of my tank top until I’m completely naked, but when I try to roll over, he stops me, keeping me on my side, his chest hard up against my back, lips latching onto the sensitive skin when my neck meets my shoulder. Trailing his calloused hand down over my hip, he links behind my knee and moves my thigh so that he’s nestled between my legs, and when I feel the hard length of his cock, feel the contradicting cool metal of his ring graze my center, I suck in a gasp, my mouth falling open when he pushes inside of me, inch by glorious inch until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Shit.” Cole groans, burying his face into my neck and releasing a heavy breath. “I fuckin’ missed you, baby.”

I shift my hips, grinding against him, desperate for him to move, to feel his piercings slide against my most intimate parts. Cole’s hand trails down to my center, fingers strumming my still sensitive clit as he pulls out so excruciatingly slow, my eyes rollback into my head at the feel of every barbell dragging against me.

I palm my breast, pinching my pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my back arching at the overwhelming sensations battling inside of me.

“Fuck, your pussy is a dream, darlin’,” Cole murmurs against my skin, sliding into me again, a little harder this time, hitting me deep. “A goddamn dream.”

I reach behind me again, gripping the back of his head and urging his mouth to mine, desperate for his lips to stifle the moan I feel climbing up the back of my throat.

“Harder,” I whimper against his lips. “I need you to—” I shudder a breath, considering my words.

“What, baby?” Cole pulls back, searching my eyes. “What do you need?”

“I need you to… not be gentle,” I tell him, nerves causing my voice to quaver. “To… fuck me. Hard.”

“Yeah?” His hips piston, his cock sliding up and into me with a little more fervor. “Like that?”

“More,” I pant out, tugging on the lengths of his hair. “Harder.”

“Fuck, darlin’,” Cole grits out, his hand moving down to my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin and holding me open as he thrusts harder, giving me what I want. “More?”

“Yes,” I whimper, choking on a moan when his dick hits me deep. “More. Please?”

Suddenly, a low, feral growl rolls out of Cole’s throat, and in a flurry so fast, I’m rendered dizzy, I’m being lifted and tossed, manhandled in a way I’ve never felt before, with grit and determination, but with the utmost tenderness and care, until suddenly I’m on my knees, bent over and resting on my elbows, Cole pressed up between my legs from behind.