Surprised by the sudden change in his tone, I look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I never asked if you like lobster.”
“You’re right. You didn’t.”
He waits for me to continue. When I don’t, he raises his brows. “Well?”
“I’m allergic, actually. Deathly allergic. I break out in hideous hives.”
When I spear a succulent chunk of lobster and dip it into the little pot of melted butter, then pop it into my mouth, his expression sours.
“Smartass.”
“Guilty. Oh God, this is even better than the dumplings!”
He looks at the glob of butter I feel dripping down my chin and licks his lips.
“Make sure to save some of that butter.”
“Why?”
He smiles. “I’ll need it for later.”
“You planning on having toast for dessert?”
“I’m planning on having you for dessert. Right over there, on that lounge bed.”
I glance over at the grouping of furniture nearest to us on one side of the pool. Four striped chaise lounges sit at the edge of the pool. A long sectional sofa and a pair of big arm chairs are arranged behind them.
Beside a lit firepit next to those is a large, comfortable looking lounge bed draped in white throws and mounds of pillows.
He grins a wolfish grin. My heart flutters.
“Pardon me, Mr. McCord, but this is strictly a business relationship, remember?”
Eyes flashing, he growls, “What I remember is how wet your pussy was when I fucked you in the stairwell, Ms. Sanders. How you said my name. How hard you came on my dick.”
My fluttering heart starts to pound, my nipples start to tingle, and a flood of warmth spreads between my legs. I fidget in the chair, confused by his unpredictable mood changes but incredibly turned-on by his words.
Unsure of how to respond, I stuff more lobster into my mouth.
Cole’s laugh is soft and pleased. “You’re adorable.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“Never, beautiful girl. Never.”
When I glance up at him, I find him smiling at me with a look of adoration.
Every minute I spend with him, I grow more confused.
And turned on.
But mostly confused.
What’s the big deal about relationships with him? What’s he hiding?
“How are you enjoying the lobster, madam?”
I jump in surprise. Brett has appeared from thin air at our tableside. He looms over me, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze inquisitive.
I press a hand over my racing heart. “Oh, it’s wonderful. Just amazing. Thank you so much.”
Smiling, he nods and withdraws again.
Cole chuckles behind his fist.
“Give me a break, handsome, I’m coping as best as I can over here.”
“Hmm. Then maybe you need a change of seating.”
He stands, pulls me to my feet, then takes his chair again, pulling me down with him so I’m sitting on his lap.
He kisses my neck. “That’s better. Mmm, you smell delicious.” He reaches up and fondles my breast, pinching my hard nipple through the fabric. “You feel even better.”
“You’ll ruin the dress,” I protest breathlessly, looking around to make sure one of the waiters isn’t in sight.
His kiss turns to a bite. He moves his hand from my breast down to my thigh and pushes the hem of my skirt up. When he slides his hand between my legs, he growls in approval.
“You didn’t wear panties, you dirty girl.”
“I didn’t know you were such a collector or I would have.”
He chuckles, moving his mouth down to my collarbone as he lazily rubs his hand over my flesh, petting me but not sliding his fingers inside. He strokes his fingers all around then firmly pinches my labia, sending my pulse into overdrive.
Into my ear, he says, “Ask me to finger fuck you, baby.”
“Here? Now? But the waiters—”
“We won’t be disturbed. Ask me.”
He bites my throat again, harder this time, his hand still stroking back and forth between my thighs. My nipples are so hard, they ache. My pulse is flying, and I can’t catch my breath.
His voice turns rough. “You’re already soaked, pretty girl. It’s all over my hand. Ah, God, you’re so fucking perfect. You need me to finger fuck you, don’t you? You need me to make you come.”
Rocking against his hand, I manage a breathless, “Yes.”
“Ask me. Say please.”
I love the dominant side of him. This commanding, bossy side that comes out when he’s turned on. My excitement makes my voice shaky.
“Please, Cole. Finger fuck me. Make me come. Please.”
He thrusts a finger inside me and takes my mouth, kissing me hard, inhaling my whimper and returning it with a deep grumble of pleasure that excites me even more. I grab his face and kiss him back as I ride his hand.
When I moan into his mouth, he breaks away and orders, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
My lids drift open. He gazes at me with eyes like fire as he adds another finger to the first and starts to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb.
The sound I make comes from deep within my chest.
“Keep looking at me, baby. Don’t look away. Spread your legs wider. That’s it. Fuck yes, that’s it.”
I whisper his name.
He tugs on my swollen clit, making me jerk and moan in helpless pleasure. Then he starts to thrust his fingers in and out, deeply and firmly, his strong fingers delving into my core, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
“Oh God. Oh God, Cole. Cole…”
“Give it to me, baby. Give it to me now.”
I fall over the edge looking into his eyes, surrendering to this strange magic we weave every time we’re together and hoping that in the end this spell he’s cast over me will be made of more light than dark.
Hoping, but not quite believing it will.
Cole
She gasps. Her sweet cunt clenches around my fingers. Then she stiffens and groans.
She orgasms looking into my eyes.
Any thought I had of resistance is stripped away. I melt for her. I burn. I break. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever known. The way she gives herself to me completely leaves me shaking.
She drops her head back against my shoulder and groans again. Her body jerks. Her pussy throbs and convulses rhythmically around my fingers. My cock is so hard and desperate to get inside her, it hurts.
And she keeps saying my name, over and over, this whispered chant that makes me feel like a king or a god, big and powerful, capable of anything.
Of creation as much as carnage. Of love as much as hate. Of good instead of all the bad hidden inside me, the bad that always turns lighter and breathes easier when she’s near.
After a moment, her body relaxes. Her lids slide shut. Panting, she licks her lips and reclines against me, lush and satiated, her head on my shoulder, her breathing ragged.
She’s so wet, my whole hand is slick.
My heart aching, I kiss her cheek and whisper into her ear, “If I fall into you, promise you’ll catch me.”
When she opens her eyes, they’re hazy with pleasure. She rests her hand on my cheek and smiles an angelic smile. “I’ll catch you, handsome. I promise.”
To lighten the moment and deal with the crushing pressure inside my chest, I make a weak joke. “It might hurt. I weigh a lot.”
“I’m stronger than I look.”
She kisses me sweetly, sighing against my mouth as I withdraw my fingers from her body. Then she watches, her cheeks growing red, as I leisurely lick each one clean of her juices, savoring her taste.
“That’s downright carnal.”
“I’d eat you for every meal if I could.”
“That can be arranged, handsome.”
“I need to fuck you, but you need to eat first.”
“Yes please to the first thing and a delay to the second.”
“It’s not a negotiation, beautiful. Stand up.”
I help her rise, steadying her when she wobbles. Then I help her sit, place her napkin on her lap, give her a deep, passionate kiss, and return to my chair.
She stares at me across the table as I gulp wine, trying to pretend my hands aren’t shaking.
Fuck. What she does to me. She’s an earthquake, and I’m a creaky old wood building with no supports in its foundation. The woman leaves me in rubble.
“Okay, handsome. Have it your way.”