I can feel him cut a hard right turn, and opening my eyes confirms we’re in his dad’s driveway. I forgot that he’s staying here. My lips curl up.
“He’s not home,” he says, chuckling. “It’s just us.” His face loses the humor and his eyes heat, and suddenly I’m fumbling to get the seatbelt off.
When we get inside, he drops his keys, I drop my purse, and we crash together, our mouths locked. His tongue sweeps in my mouth, and his hands grip my ass, and he picks me up so easily and lifts me against the wall, cupping my bottom to keep me in place.
His hard dick is right between my legs.
We’re wearing way too many clothes.
He must be a mind reader, because he pulls away from me and barks, “Strip. Now.”
There’s no way I can resist that order. My core tightens in anticipation, and I drop my feet to the ground and get out of my clothes. I’m too turned on to even be embarrassed standing there naked in front of him. Especially since he’s staring at me like he wants to lick every square inch of my flesh.
Cole follows suit fast; I absorb the sight of his hard abs, the soft trail of hair that leads to his… Oh God, my face erupts as I see my best friend’s dick for the first time. It’s large and throbbing, and I swallow several times.
My knees shake, and I give in and drop down to the plush carpeted floor. My mouth is inches from him. His whole body becomes a board, his eyes boring into my face as I stick my tongue out and taste the tip of his cock.
Cole groans, a deep sound that vibrates right into my pussy, my breasts. I might orgasm from that sound alone. His fingers reach out and he strokes the top of my hair so gently it makes my heart clench. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel. So I open my mouth and draw him in, suck the warm, male flesh deep down my throat.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he says on a long sigh. “Lauren, I…” His voice breaks off and his fingers dig into my scalp, and suddenly he’s fucking my mouth.
I drop my jaw to allow him as deep as I can, the head of his cock rubbing my throat. Small beads of pre-come slick my tongue. My skin pulsates with this devastating ache I’m feeling, and I swallow Cole, the head of his dick stroking my tongue. The flesh sears my mouth. I reach up and cup his tight ass—God, so tight—and keep him inside me.
After a minute, he withdraws, his dick leaving my lips with a wet pop. “Not like this,” he grinds out. His eyes are hooded and his muscles are tense. He jerks me off the floor and throws me over his shoulder, his hand swatting my ass to hold me in place.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, laughing in shock.
When he lands a harder smack on my bare cheek, I still, the sting reverberating right to my core. I feel myself grow wetter. Shit, that hurt…and felt good.
Cole takes me right to his old bedroom. It looks different now, the walls bearing tasteful art, the bed no longer a twin but at least a queen-sized, if not larger. He throws me on top of the cover, then nudges my thighs apart and immediately thrusts a finger inside my wetness.
I groan, roll my hips in time to the movement. God, it feels so good, and I’m growing dizzy and frantic with need. I want him inside me right now.
“So fucking wet,” he says, then smears my juices across my bottom lip and sucks it off. “I want to taste your pussy everywhere.” His hand dips back into my channel, and he streaks my come across my belly, licks the damp flesh, then streaks down my thighs, and licks there too. Soon I’m wet all over from my liquid and his mouth. I feel dirty, sexy, wanted.
I’m shaking so hard I can’t breathe. My hands are knotted at my sides. If he touches me one more time, I might explode so hard that I’ll die. My clit is pulsing frantically.
Cole reaches to his bedside stand, and I hear the crinkle of foil as he gets a condom out and tugs it onto his huge dick. My mouth legitimately waters, and I swallow. When Cole lowers his body onto mine, he keeps his body hovering with one forearm, the other hand stroking my cheek, my hair. There’s a softness in his eyes that contrasts with the hard cock bobbing against my belly. It makes my heart flip in my chest.
Then one smooth move, and he’s inside me, stretching my walls and filling me to the brim.
He shudders, and his eyes drift closed as he pulls out, the ridges of his dick sliding along me, then pushes back in. “Fuck, kitten…” His breathing grows rapid, uneven as his hand moves to my breast and he squeezes, then licks my hard nipple.
I rest my hands on his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under my fingers. Widen my knees and rock my hips to draw him deeper. When I squeeze my inner walls, he curses again. “Don’t stop,” I gasp. He’s rubbing the right spot, and I drop one hand down to slick across my pulsing clit.