Page 36 of Purgatory
Still behind me, Cole pushes forward, returning the bottle back to its home with the others. His chest is now pressed tightly to my back, as he drifts his face down the side of mine, trailing a line down my neck and pausing at my shoulder. His breaths start to become heavy and my pulse skyrockets again. Tingles form where his breath touches my skin and they surge through my body all the way down to my core, making me clench my thighs together.
“We seem to be getting pretty lucky with what we find in the village lately. This today, and last week... you.” He liftshis arms from the counter to tentatively rest them on my hips. Almost like he’s questioning if it’s ok before leaving them there.
“I think I'm the one that lucked out, being found by you guys.”
I slowly turn my face towards his, my body following, and realize, then, that his face is closer than I thought. Much closer. Really close. Our faces and lips ghost against one another as our eyes meet again. It feels like our souls are connecting. Our breaths joining the same cadence as we lose ourselves in each other's eyes.
He’s the first to move, pushing forward and finally claiming me in a kiss to seal fates. He’s gentle, taking his time, exploring, licking the seam of my lips. I open, willingly, granting him access to explore further as his hands join in, following the curves of my body and sending sparks of arousal down my back as his fingers lightly draw up and down.
The taste of him is intoxicating. It pushes me through a drunken void and plummets my senses to oblivion. We’re no longer in the bachelor’s house, but rather in our own time and space, floating above everything and anything that may try to separate us from his moment.
Our kiss turns into more and he presses further into me. His hips grinding into mine. The large bulge in his pants, so overwhelmingly obvious, I can scarcely think of anything else besides him and me and more, more, more. I moan my approval into his mouth and he swallows it down, possessive of my little sounds that are now his to take and keep. His responding groan at our mutual arousal is enough to take my panties and give them a proper burial. They’ve officially drowned and are not coming back from this.
He’s not dominating like Jax, or naturally passionate like Hawk. He’s his own breed of subtle, seduction that takes mybody by surprise and conducts his own symphony out of our collective, erotically charged, sounds.
He stops suddenly, breathing heavily and focuses back into my eyes. His hands grasp my face. A question in his eyes. “Wait, wait, wait...Is this--”
“Please, don’t stop,” I interrupt, breathlessly because he’s taken all of it from me.
“OK....” He nods enthusiastically, reaching under my thighs and lifts. “OK,” he repeats to himself more emphatically. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me out of the kitchen and upstairs to where I'm assuming the bedroom should be. He’s already had a miniature tour of this place on his own so he knows exactly where to go and doesn’t hesitate.
It doesn’t take long as he runs up the flight of stairs to the first door on the right and kicks it in with a fury, denting the wall on the other side of it. There, in the center of the room, is a neatly made bed. It looks like a king size and is more than big enough for us.
In a completely opposing fashion to the way he took the door out, he gently, ever so slowly, lays me down on the bed, like I’m so fragile I could break just by looking at me before attacking like a viper. He conquers my lips, my jaw, my neck with a fevered passion. He lifts up to remove his shirt and I do the same to mine. I’ve waited enough, and I don’t want to wait any longer.
It’s been far too long...
“Fuck, hold on.” He gets off the bed and starts rummaging through the bedside tables. First, the one on the right side. He huffs agitatedly when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, slamming the drawer shut before going over to the one on the left. He returns with a big smile and an absolutely ginormous box of condoms. He takes one out and puts it on the bed next to us and cocks an eyebrow.
I look at the shiny wrapper and slowly bring my eyes back to him. I want to feel him. All of him. I’m not worried about getting pregnant. My IUD will take care of that. But he doesn’t know it and the fact that he was considerate enough to not only stop but go look for protection is yet another notch in his brownie points book. I’m impressed and he needs to be rewarded. I shake my head no.
“I have an IUD. We don’t need that unlessyouwant it.” I bite my lip, slowly drawing my foot up the side of his leg.
“You’re sure? Because, if you say yes, I'm going to fuck you so hard I just might break this bed.” His eyelids half drawn as he stalks closer to me.
Oh. My. Fuck…
“Last chance, Aly...” His words lowering down an octave as his hand creeps up to my side. Fingers floating over me, teasing me. Making me ache for it even more.
“Yes. Please. Wreck me. Break me. Fucking own me. I want it all. Just do it now before I explode,” I say breathlessly, overcome by my need to feel him inside of me.
He takes my eager consent and unbuttons his pants as I mirror his actions on my own shorts, and then my bra. Our clothes flying around us like confetti at a parade and within seconds we’re both naked. I barely get a chance to be self-conscious or even look at him before he climbs on top of me, completely eclipsing me from everything else. All I see is him and, at the same time, not enough of him. But, oh can I feel him. Muscles made of hard steel, contract and release as he moves over me. The most intriguing of those muscles currently caught between us, hard and throbbing, rubbing against my core, igniting my senses. I arch my chest and lean my head back, lost to the sensations.
He leans down, connecting our lips, engulfing them in fire and flames and anticipation and I can’t wait to burn amidstit all and be consumed entirely. He nudges the head of his shaft against my opening. It’s embarrassingly soaked but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, releasing the manliest of groans at my aroused state.
“Oh, fuck.... you’re dripping. You need this don’t you?”
I nod and let out an embarrassing little whimper, lifting my pelvis to help aid his entry and spur on his movement.
“Hang on, beautiful, I’ve got you. I just need to taste you first.”
My eyes widen as he speaks but before I can respond he lowers, planting himself between my thighs and burying his face in my soaking pussy. I can feel his tongue pushing into my channel as far as it can go, lapping up all of my juices like I’m a buffet just for him. “Holy fuck, you taste amazing.” He lifts my thighs over his shoulders and pushes them towards me, lifting my butt off of the mattress in the same move. “Wrap those legs around my head, baby.”
I do so just as he takes one long lick from my ass straight to my clit and stops, focusing there. He pierces his lips and sucks, humming as I squeeze his head between my legs with my impending climax. When my thighs start to tremble, he thrusts two fingers deep in my pussy, immediately finding my G-spot. I’m so close. So close to my orgasm that I can’t think. Can’t speak. The sounds coming out of my mouth don’t possibly resemble any language but Cole translates them perfectly, bringing me crashing down with an orgasm that racks my entire body.
He doesn't wait for my vision to come back fully. Rather, he tucks a hand under my hips and another beside my head and slowly, painstakingly, makes his way into me, all the while staring into my eyes again. “I’m gonna take such good care of you. Open up for me. Let me in.” After a couple of short thrusts, he’s completely seated in me and it feels magnificent.He pauses, then, gasping, his hair falling into his eyes and his dog tags falling out of his shirt. He takes his tags off his neck and wraps them in his palm beside my head and looks at me.
“Holy fucking shit. You feel so good. You, ok?”
