Page 3 of Don't Leave
I’m.
So.
Close.
So close to shattering into a million little jagged pieces.
With an orgasm poised to crash over my body, his mouth disappears. I gasp, my eyelids flying open, as his warm breath ghosts over my pulsing flesh.
“Cole,” I ground out. “I’m so close.” Desperation threads its way through my voice. My neediness should embarrass me, but I don’t give a damn. I want to scream in frustration.
I can’t but arch toward him, trying to close the distance. Even though he’s intent on teasing me, I know how affected he is by my body. He tells me all the time how much he loves being buried deep inside me.
And I love his hard length filling me up and how perfectly we fit together.
None of my drunken hookups ever came close to feeling like this. What we have is special.
A hungry look fills his eyes as he stares down at me. “One more taste.”
He thrusts his tongue deep inside me. As a whimper falls from my lips, he pulls away for a second time.
“Stop teasing!” I growl.
With a soft chuckle, he crawls up my body before pressing a kiss against my mouth. “Delicious.” There is so much intensity filling his eyes. “And I love teasing you. It’s my new favorite pastime.”
As soon as those husky words escape from him, he flips me over onto my belly before dragging my naked body to the edge of the mattress. With his hands sinking into my hips, he pulls my naked backside into the air. I groan as his fingers glide over me, swirling around my entrance before sinking deep inside. He slides his fingers in and out until I’m pushing against him, and the orgasm once again begins to build. Whimpers falls from my lips as he pushes me closer to the edge.
Just when a wave of pleasure crests inside me, his touch vanishes.
“Cole,” I groan as tears of frustration prick my eyes. “Please, I need you!”
The sound that escapes form him is strained around the edges as he moves behind me. The blunt head of his cock teases my slick heat, stroking against my lips, caressing them gently. I can just imagine what he looks like, holding his thick erection in his hand as it glides across my flesh. That picture is branded onto my brain forever.
When he finally sinks inside me, my eyelids feather closed as I strain against him.
He’s buried so deep.
And it feels so good.
But then again, it always does.
Hovering over me, he wraps his hard body around mine. His hands drift across my ribcage until he’s able to palm my breasts. He toys with my nipples all the while thrusting inside me. After a few moments, one hand trails down my body until he’s able to play with my clit. I whimper as an orgasm builds with each flick of his fingers and stroke of his cock.
We stand at the precipice before careening over the edge. I have to bite down on my lower lip in order to keep the screams locked deep inside as pleasure streaks through my body. It’s so tempting to let go and release the intensity, but I release to endure the shit eating grins, sly looks, and obnoxious comments from a houseful of his hockey teammates over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table.
Been there, done that.
When the last aftershocks reverberate through me, exhaustion takes hold and I hang my head between my shoulder blades as my panting breaths even out. Cole relaxes against me, his body curving around mine.
“I love you, Cassidy,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to my back.
“I love you, too.”
CHAPTER 2
CASSIDY
As I leave Mackenzie Hall, where my economics class is held every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, my feet grind to a halt as a shiver of dread slithers down my spine. Luke Wellington is sprawled out on one of the stone benches along the walking path.
