“Your breasts are fucking perfect, Rachel.” He sat back and pushed them together again. “I want to slide my cock between them.”
Rachel couldn’t help the small gasp that came from her mouth at the image of his hot thick cock pushing between her breasts while that piercing brushed close by her lips with every thrust he would make.
Oh yes, please. Can we do that?
Although she said nothing, her thought must have been stamped across her face because Cole’s talented lips stretched into a taut smirk. She knew his next words would be nothing short of a hot, sensual promise.
“You like that idea. I can tell.” With a clever finger, he flicked her hard nipple. “Some other time. Right now, if I’m not mistaken, you asked to taste.”
Rachel stood motionless as Cole got up off the stool and reached forward to the four buttons on her pants.
As his big hands undid them, he asked her again, “What’s in the microwave, Rachel?”
Blinking once, she was brought back to reality and her original plan. Taking a step back, she asked him nicely, “You’re like a dog with a bone, aren’t you? May I?”
Cole frowned, clearly intrigued, as she stepped away from him. He nodded, and Rachel couldn’t help the grin that hit her lips, knowing what was about to follow. Naked from the waist up, she moved back to the microwave, opened it, and pulled out the container.
When she turned around, she found that Cole had moved, and he was now on her side of the island. In fact, he was standing right behind her. Almost running into him, Rachel squeaked as he looked down into the container.
“What is it?” he questioned like a curious boy.
But this is no boy. Oh no, this is one hundred percent man, and I want to lick him all over.
“It’s my caramel sauce from the special this week.”
She watched his face carefully as his eyebrow winged up. Placing the container on the bench beside her, Rachel dipped her finger into the warm sticky mixture. Bringing it up to his lips, she whispered, “I wanted you to taste it since you are something of a caramel connoisseur.”
As his full lips parted, Rachel pushed her index finger between them, and she almost collapsed from the pleasure of him sucking on her finger. His wet tongue swirled all around her flesh as he reached up and gripped her wrist tightly.
After nibbling her finger and finally sliding it free, he demanded, “More.”
With smug satisfaction, Rachel dipped two fingers into the sauce and brought them back to his mouth. This time, she painted his lips with the thick mixture before pushing her fingers in between his lips.
As his eyes slid closed, she felt his tongue slip between her fingers and glide around them before nipping at the ends. He so erotically cleaned them with his tongue that she found herself reaching down with her free hand to cup her aching sex.
When her fingers were free again, no words were spoken as she loosened his tie just enough to unbutton his shirt. With a flirtatious look from beneath her lashes, Rachel pushed his shirt apart, leaving the tie in place, and then she slid it down his muscular arms, dropping it on the counter. Reaching between them, she unbuckled his belt, and he stood perfectly still and let her. He remained that way as she unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers off his hips.
As her eyes climbed back to meet his, he didn’t smile or frown. He just continued to watch her every move with unflinching focus.
Rachel knew exactly what she wanted as she felt herself inching closer to what she had been imagining ever since this morning. When she had him exactly the way she wanted him, she dipped her fingers into the caramel and gave him a sultry wink before she finally dropped to her knees.
Cole’s head and cock was pounding as he stared down at the vixen at his feet.
Fucking caramel.
This woman never ceased to amaze him, but when she’d whipped out that little surprise, he very nearly raised the white flag in surrender to her brilliance. He was glad he hadn’t though as she knelt down on the kitchen floor and fisted his cock with her sticky palm.
Fuck. Between her at his feet and her small hand around his cock, Cole couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his fucking life.
She coated his shaft in the sweet, syrupy confection, and he couldn’t help but reach over to the small container beside him. As his fingers dipped into the thick amber liquid, he groaned from that erotic feeling alone.
It was wet and warm, and it reminded him of exactly where he wanted his cock to be. Glancing down to Rachel who was silent and kneeling on the floor, he gripped her chin with his clean hand and tilted up her face to him.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered in a gruff tone even he had trouble recognizing.
As her lips parted, he brought his other hand over her, letting the caramel drip from his fingers onto her waiting tongue and lips. As it coated her mouth, her tongue came out to flick over her glistening lips, and her eyes closed in pleasure from the sweetness that hit her taste buds.
Reaching back over to the caramel-filled container, Cole scooped up some more of the liquid, and this time, he let it slide down his fingers onto her naked breasts and nipples.
Jesus, she looks fucking edible, he thought with a groan, and I plan to eat.
Not being able to resist, Cole lowered his fingers to her lips, and as she parted them, he slid them deep into her mouth as she was still kneeling on the floor before him.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed as she sucked on his fingers in a way that made his cock jealous. When he finally pulled them free from her mouth, he released her chin and gripped her hair firmly. “Suck me, Rachel. Put those sticky lips around my cock and suck it good.”
As her eyes fluttered down to the task at hand, Cole couldn’t help but dip his fingers back into his favorite candy. As he lifted the dripping sweetness to his own mouth, she knelt up tall and finally flicked out her sticky tongue over his piercing.
Rachel was a hair trigger away from climax, and as she fisted Cole’s cock in her palm, she couldn’t help but lean forward and flick her tongue over the studs that pierced him. As she licked the bulbous head and sucked the tip into her mouth, she raised her eyes up his body, and what she saw made her orgasm teeter on the brink.
Cole was leaning back against the kitchen counter with his legs slightly parted where she was kneeling, and his blue tie was hanging down the center of his naked chest, like an arrow pointing to her prize.
That wasn’t the only reason her panties were completely soaked and her nipples were rock hard. The man who had the ability to render her speechless with just a look was currently staring down at her and sucking on his own fingers, presumably after coating them with the caramel sauce.
He had a look of such pure sexual ecstasy on his face that it was making Rachel want to stick her hands in her pants and her fingers in her hungry pussy. Instead of doing that though, she took her left hand and ran it up and over his rippling abs, past his navel, and as high as she could until her arm was stretched up across his body. She began fingering his nipple piercing as she fisted his cock.
Removing his fingers from his mouth, he reached down and gripped the counter behind him as he pushed his hips forward. “Quit fucking around, Rachel, and suck my fucking cock.”
Usually, a demand like that would have her pulling back as she thought about the tone and if she should be frightened, but as caught up as she was in the eroticism of the moment, all Rachel felt was turned on. Feeling playful, she tsked him and twisted his nipple. As she removed her hand, she leaned down to wrap her lips around the head of his impatient erection.
Lowering her lips an inch at a time, she took him as deeply as she could, and when she brought her mouth back up on a delicious drag, she made sure to rub the underside of him with her tongue. She reached the tip of his aching flesh, and she flicked his piercing with her tongue. As she removed her mouth, she followed it with a stroke of her fist up over his shaft.
“Rachel,” he groaned.
She rais
ed her eyes to him, and bravely, she told him, “Stop being so civilized.”
And that was all it took.
Cole lost it.
Reaching down to the woman in front of him, he thought, Fuck messy hands, as he pushed them into her braid. Gripping her head hard, he tugged up her face and told her, “Open your mouth.”
As soon as her lips parted, he moved the tip of his cock against them, and he groaned as he pushed his hips forward, sliding inside against her tongue. When he was in as deep as possible, he looked down to see her eyes aimed up at him. As he held her stare, he slowly rolled his hips back and pulled his shaft free from her mouth before reversing the throttle to thrust back inside. Over and over, he pushed between her lips, holding her head exactly where he wanted her, as he watched her take all he had to offer.
He was about to stop and pull back when he felt her fingers grip his ass cheeks, pulling him forward. Parting his own sticky lips, he grunted as she swallowed, the motion squeezing the head of his cock.
“Fuck Rachel. Your fucking mouth,” he muttered as she sucked and licked with every thrust he gave to her.
He had thought he wanted to finish in her mouth. He had thought he wanted to watch her swallow every part of him, but he had been wrong.
Pulling himself from her abused swollen lips, Cole grabbed the container from the bench and went down to his knees beside her on the cool kitchen tiles. Dipping his hands into the sticky sauce, he brought his fingers to the lips that had just been wrapped around his cock, and he smeared them with the taste he craved. When her mouth was shining and wet, Cole pounced.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he gently lowered her to the tile and kissed her mouth as though it were his last meal. Licking her lips with his avaricious tongue, he captured her moan as she thrust her hips up against his very hard and naked cock. All Cole could think was, More.
Dragging his hands down over her chest, he didn’t even care that the caramel was ruining his tie as he rubbed his body against hers while his tongue continued to plunder her mouth in a soul-destroying kiss.
He felt her hands drag up his stomach and over his nipples before they desperately gripped his biceps. She raised her hips up to him with a throaty cry as she gripped his tie with one hand. Pulling his naked chest to hers, she rubbed her sticky nipples against his.
“God, Cole, do something!” she pleaded as he started to yank her pants down her hips.
Tugging them down over her ass, he lifted his mouth from hers and moved so he could suck one of her sweet nipples into his mouth. Fucking hell, she is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Reaching into the container, for what he knew would most definitely be the last time, he raised his coated hand beside her. Her eyes locked on to his dripping fingers, and she didn’t even seem to care that he had just turned the tables on her.
Slowly, he brought his hand to his lips and sucked his thumb into his mouth, and as she kept her eyes on his, he pulled it free and then pushed it between hers, for her to finish the job. But Cole’s patience had run thin, and his thumb wasn’t the only thing crying out to be inside something hot, tight and wet.
He pulled his hand away from her and sealed his mouth over hers in a brutal kiss. As their tongues tangled in an erotic dance, he slid his hand down to cup her breast, letting his caramel-coated fingers slide all over her tight nipple. The sheer decadence of what he was doing was not lost on him, and if he could be certain he wouldn’t die from not putting his cock inside her, he would have taken a moment to lick her clean.
As it was though, with the way she was moaning and thrusting her hips up against him, Cole knew that his time was up. Pulling his fingers from her, he lowered his hand and shoved her tiny excuse for panties aside, lined himself up with her pussy, and firmly thrust his cock home.
The minute he was lodged deep inside her, she cried out, arched her hips, and screamed as he gripped her bare ass with his sticky hand and placed his other palm by her head.
“Rachel?” Although he was trying to get her eyes to refocus, he was putting forth more energy into trying to get his body under some type of control.
When her eyes opened and she looked up at him, he gave her a slow smile and leaned down over her.
Next to her ear, he whispered, “Thank you for my surprise. Now, I won’t be able to eat a caramel without thinking about being balls deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.”
As he bit her ear, he felt her core grip his cock tight as she screamed and pulsated around him. That was when he finally let go and pounded inside her. He lost himself in the sublime as she fell apart around him, dragging him down deeper into her soul. Nothing had prepared him for the way she destroyed his control with every glance, every action, and as he finally came on a loud roar, every breath she took.
She had crawled under his skin, and he knew he would never be the same.
After a warm shower, Rachel was naked and lying in bed beside Cole as she ran her hand down over his chest to the tattoo of the wolf.
This man, who she was currently pressed up against, continually threw her off balance. Tonight, she had expected that she would be on the giving end of the equation, but unlike Ben, she was finding that Cole had the ability to change and adapt.
He was capable of letting go of his rules and demands if something felt better. He also gave her the opportunity to explore her own desires without the pressure of punishment if she didn’t obey.
This whole relationship they had entered into felt different, yet it still evoked the same side of her that Ben once had. While Ben had been cruel with the power he wielded, Cole used his to persuade, arouse, and ultimately, bring her the most pleasure she had ever felt.
Cole was a man who exuded confidence. He projected strength and determination in every aspect of his life, and it only made sense that he would carry it over to the bedroom. This wasn’t a man who was playing at anything; this was a man who lived the only way he knew how. Yes, it just happened to roll over into the sexual aspect of his life. And aren’t I the lucky one?
She rolled over to her side, so she was looking down at him. “Do these all have some specific meaning?”
Cole looked down at her finger tracing over his skin. With a question of his own, he answered, “What do you think?”
Lifting her eyes from her finger’s path, Rachel stated plainly, “I don’t think you do anything without some kind of motive or meaning.”
“Well then, you have your answer, don’t you?”
Frustrated with him, Rachel lifted her hand and pinched the nipple near the wolf.
Almost immediately, one of his large hands came down on top of hers. “Careful,” he cautioned.
“Well, answer me. Why do you always deflect?”
“Why aren’t you more specific?” he countered, still pressing her palm to his piercing.
“Fine. What does the wolf mean? Even though I can probably guess.”
Cole lifted his hand and placed it back under his head. “Well, that sounds interesting. I want to hear your thoughts on it.”
Rachel pouted as she stared down into his twinkling eyes. “So, you can laugh at me?”
He reached out one of his hands and twisted a piece of her hair around his finger. “No, I want to see what you think you know about me.”
Rachel went back to her imaginary finger painting over the dark ink. The tat was of a wolf facing forward. With his tail in the air, his snout and two front paws stalked toward her.
“I think this has something to do with your personality and how you see yourself—possibly as a lone wolf. For me, I see it as stealth and power.” She stopped and stared up into burning eyes. “An alpha male.”
She knew she hit the nail on the head because Cole made a show of smiling at her while baring his teeth.
“All the better to eat me with?” she questioned with a small giggle.
He hugged her in close. Instead of answering, he asked, “Aren’t you tired, Rachel? I don’t know how you do all that you do.”
Rachel rubbed her cheek against his side as she ran her fingers down the center of his chest and then over to where the silhouette was intricately inked down his ribs. Shifting in the bed, Rachel scooted away from him to really look at the side profile of the lady. She was so delicate yet strong, etched forever into this complex man’s skin.
“Don’t deflect. What about this one?”
“No theories?” he pushed.
Rachel didn’t really want to voice the one thing that came to mind, so she remained silent.
“Really? Nothing comes to mind?” he pushed as he stroked a finger down her scrunched up nose. “I think you’re thinking of something. Tell me. Nothing you say will annoy me, and nothing you say will make me mad.”
Rachel took his finger in her hand and looked up at him with cautious eyes. “A girlfriend?”
Shaking his head, Cole swore solemnly, “Nothing on my body is a souvenir of long-lost love, Rachel. I don’t believe in making something permanent unless I am one hundred percent sure I won’t regret it.” Reaching up to the back of her head, he stroked a palm down her hair. “That being said, this is for my mother, whom I love very much.”
Rachel felt her heart swell at Cole’s intimate confession.
“Is she…” Rachel paused, not quite sure how to ask the looming question.
“Alive? Yes, but she’s no longer with me.”
Frowning, Rachel was confused by his answer. She pulled herself up, so she was hovering over him. Daring to cup his cheek, she turned his face, forcing his eyes to fixate on her instead of the ceiling.
“What do you mean? Did she leave you?”
Cole’s eyes took on a haunted look, fracturing a part of her that she hadn’t realized she had taken him into, as he whispered, “Yes, and she’s never coming back.”
Before Rachel could ask more, Cole wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. “No more questions tonight. Sleep, Rachel. Sleep, and have peaceful dreams for the both of us.”