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by Ashley Jade
“Open.”
When I do, he slips his thumb inside my mouth.
I close my lips around it, sampling the salty flavor.
He places his free arm on the wall beside my head, sagging against me. “Fucking hell.”
He slides his now wet thumb down my body, stopping at my nipple.
“I want to fuck them,” he rasps.
“Okay,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
He buries his face in my neck, like he’s defeated and lost all sense of self-restraint. “Lay down on the bench.”
“Can I try something first?”
I don’t want this to be over without satisfying my curiosity.
He smirks. “You can try anything you want, Bible Thumper.”
Reaching between us, I curl my fingers around him. “I just needed to…feel you.”
His breathing becomes labored as I move my hand up and down his length. “You’re killing me.” His teeth graze my neck as I jack him faster. “Feels so fucking good.” He places his hand on top of mine. “Too good.” He nips my skin. “Get on the bench before I come all over your skirt.”
Nerves bunch in my stomach as I position myself on the bench.
Kneeling, he traces my cleavage with his tongue. “Christ. I love your goddamn tits.”
Rising off the floor, he straddles the bench and situates himself over me. “You okay?”
All I can do is give him a nod because I’m too focused on the way he’s sliding his cock between my breasts.
“Push them together for me.” With a strangled grunt, he picks up the pace. “Yeah. Just like that. So fucking good.”
Watching him lose control like this is electrifying.
I love the way his Adam’s apple bobs. The sound of his balls slapping my skin. The way his face strains with every thrust.
But mostly…how he can’t keep his eyes off me.
I watch as pleasure moves across his face. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
It’s the only warning I get before there’s a long spurt of hot liquid. “Holy fucking shit.” Thighs shaking, Cole jerks his dick one last time, shooting another stream of cum on my boobs.
Wondering just how dirty and open minded he is, I collect some on my finger and hold it up to him like an offering.
He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to taste myself?”
Biting my lip coyly, I nod.
There’s a wicked look in his eyes as his lips close around my finger.
“You’re full of surprises, Bible Thumper,” he muses as he pulls me into a sitting position and drops to his knees. “And covered in my cum.”
I’m about to ask for a paper towel, but to my shock, he drags his tongue over my nipples, licking some of the fluid off my tits.
It’s so wrong…so depraved.
His lips crash against mine, and he winds my ponytail in his hand.
When I cry out, he shoves his tongue inside my mouth, making me taste and swallow it.
So ruthless.
And I’m so screwed…because I like it.
Chapter 40
Cole
She starts to stand, but I halt her. “We still have ten minutes before the bell rings.”
“I know. I should get dressed.”
Fuck that shit. If it was up to me, she’d never have a stitch of clothing on.
“Not so fast.”
I slip my hand under her skirt.
Her eyes widen. “What are you—”
She bites her lip as I run my finger along the damp crotch of her panties.
Cotton. I was right.
“I don’t—”
“You want me to stop?”
“No…yes. I don’t know.” Huffing, she looks at the ceiling. “I’ve never...you know.”
Goddammit. That shouldn’t turn me on so much. I hate virgins.
But just like everything else about her…it does.
“Don’t worry.” Nudging her thighs apart, I give her a wink. “I’ll only use one finger.”
She smacks me on the arm. “Ass.”
Christ, she has no idea how beautiful she looks right now.
Sitting topless on a bench with me kneeling between her parted thighs. Those big tits of hers still glistening from my cum.
My future wife should go ahead and divorce my ass now because I’m gonna jerk off to this for the rest of my fucking life.
“I’ll be gentle.” I pull her panties to the side, running my knuckle over smooth, bare skin. “You shave your pussy.”
I was fully prepared to find a forest down here.
Not that it would have deterred me. I’m pretty sure nothing could at this point.
I love the way her cheeks redden. “Wax actually. It’s Dylan’s fault. She was nervous to go her first time, so I offered to go with her and—”
The pad of my thumb skates over her clit.
My brother’s girlfriend is not the girl I want to be thinking and talking about right now.
“It’s sexy.” Slowly, I push the tip of my finger inside her. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
She inhales sharply. “That’s a really personal question.”
“We’re doing a really personal thing,” I remind her, sinking my finger deeper.
“Nick Jonas,” she answers with a smirk.
God help the son of a bitch if I ever run into him.
“Ever think about me?” I ask, getting straight to the point.
“Once,” she admits.
“Just once?”
“Fine. Twice.”
I suspect it was more than that, but I’ll take it. “What did I do?”
“Nothing, actually. It was mostly me doing stuff to you.”
My cock perks up, but I ignore him. He had his turn before.
The next eight minutes and ten seconds are all about her.
I push my finger to the hilt, clenching my teeth as I feel her stretch around me. I want to be inside her so bad I can fucking taste it.
“Christ. You’re so tight.”
Leaning forward, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth.
Mewling, she sucks in a sharp breath. I love that her nipples are sensitive, because I sure as fuck love playing with them.
Almost as much as I love playing with her little pussy.
Pressing my heel against her clit, I begin pumping my finger inside her.
Her eyes flutter closed. “Fuck.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah—oh my God,” she breathes as I rub slow circles over her clit. “That feels so good.”
“Kiss me,” I instruct. “Now.”
There’s something about the way she kisses that drives me out of my goddamn mind.
She starts off tentative, teasing, almost like she’s gonna put up a fight.
And then the moment she lets me inside, it’s sweet surrender.
The kiss we’re having right now is no different. She’s coy…taunting. Pretending like I can’t have what’s very clearly already mine.
I fucking love it.
I’d chase her around every square inch of the motherfucking earth if I had to.
I nibble her bottom lip, demanding access. When she doesn’t give it right away, I press down harder.
The minute she parts her lips, I shove my tongue inside and curl my finger.
Hand on my cheek, she pants into my mouth. “Oh…Jesus. Shit.”
“Careful, Bible Thumper,” I tease. “He might hear you.”
She bites my mouth. Hard.
“Fuck.”
My hand is soaked. She’s almost there.
The only thing that’s missing is my mouth. But given I’m almost six-four and already kneeling on the floor, I can’t get any lower.
I need easier access.
“Lay down.”
Defiance flashes in her eyes. “I’m not a dog, Covington.”
“Do it,” I urge. “Trust me.”
When she does, I place one of her legs behind my head.
“What are you doing?”
I slip my finger back inside her. “Ever had anyone suck your clit while they finger fuck you?”
She blinks. “Um…I’ve never had anyone do any of those things separately, let alone at the same time.”
“Well, today’s your lucky day, sweetness.”
I spread her open with my free hand and give her clit a slow, leisurely lick.
She shudders. “Cole.”
She tastes like heaven…if heaven actually existed and was full of supreme tasting pussy.
I close my mouth over the sensitive bud and make a suctioning tempo with my mouth.
Her back bows and she grips a handful of my hair. “Holy shit. If you stop, I swear to God, I’ll break up with you.”
I have to stifle a chuckle, but the humor is short lived because her eyelids go heavy and she rocks her hips—which of course makes those beautiful tits of hers jiggle.
She lets out a breathy moan. “I think I’m gonna come.”
She thinks?
Fuck that noise. She most definitely is.
Her orgasm surges through my fingers and her body breaks out in shivers.
This girl’s been wound up so tight for so long it’s like watching a geyser explode.
A startled, strangled sound leaves her as she clutches the bench, clamping her pussy around me.
“That’s it, babe.” I plant a soft kiss on her still throbbing clit. “Let go.”
Her chest heaves as I lap at her climax.
“I told you not to call me babe,” she says after a minute, but there’s a lazy smile on her face.
“You also told me we’d never hookup, but here we are.”
“I know.” She sighs. “This can’t be an everyday occurrence.”
“I’m fine with every two days.”
She gives me a pointed look. “I’m serious. I don’t want things to get messy between us. But…”
“But what?” I ask as she sits up.
“But you’re right. We’re humans, and therefore have needs. I don’t see the harm in taking care of each other every once in a while…as long as we’re smart about it and don’t get attached.”
Hold the damn phone. Is she trying to booty call me?
Bending over, she picks up her shirt and bra off the floor. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad it was you. It was surprisingly…”
“Amazing?” I offer. “Out of this world?”
“Not weird.” She chews on her bottom lip, pondering. “Comfortable.”
I try not to take offense, but it’s like telling a blind person to look at a rainbow.
“You just came all over my face…and it was comfortable?”
“I don’t mean that in a bad way. At all. You’re really good at what you do, Cole. And best of all, I didn’t feel creepy about it.”
“Gee thanks. Make sure to leave a review on Yelp.” I stand up. “What the fuck, Sawyer?”
She begins buttoning up her shirt. “What?”
“Comfortable isn’t what a man wants to hear after hooking up with someone.”
“Oh.” She waggles her eyebrows. “You were the best I ever had, big daddy. Better?”
I fucking hate her annoying ability to insult me and make me want to laugh at the same time.
“Not even a little.”
She tucks her blouse into her skirt. “I don’t want to fight.”
“Then stop being an asshole.”
Her mouth drops open. “Did you just call me an asshole?”
“I’m sorry.” I flash her some teeth. “I meant—comfortable asshole.”
And then it happens…she starts laughing.
And her laughter is so contagious…I can’t help but join her.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter 41
Sawyer
“I told him it was comfortable,” I whisper into my phone.
The game starts in twenty minutes, so I’m hiding out in the chemistry lab closet talking to Dylan.
I’m really not in the mood to get an eyeful of peen again.
Unless it belongs to a certain quarterback.
“Oh my God,” Dylan exclaims. “You didn’t.”
“I did.”
She starts laughing hysterically. “To be a fly on that wall.”
“I don’t understand what the big deal is about telling him our hookup felt comfortable. Lots of things I like are comfortable. My favorite hoodie. My favorite pair of yoga pants. My favorite Nick Jonas t-shirt—”
“Whoa, you do realize you just compared Cole Covington to your favorite hoodie, yoga pants, and Nick Jonas, right?”
“What’s your point?”
“Sawyer, you like him. Hell, I think you might even love him.”
“I do not.”
“You so do.”
“Fine. There is a strong attraction. But that’s as much as I’m willing to admit right now.”
“Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me.” She groans. “I have to switch my laundry out before the game starts. See you on the field, Izzy. I’m really looking forward to watching you shake your tail feather. Especially now that I know it’s you.”
“Har, har, har. Very funny.”
“Love you.”
“Love you,” I say before I hang up.
Almost immediately, my phone vibrates with an incoming text.
Cole: You’re coming to the game tonight, right?
Crap.
Oakley promised Scott he wouldn’t tell anyone the truth because he doesn’t want to get replaced. Evidently, the kid has dreams of being a mascot for the big leagues one day, and he thinks not mascoting, or whatever it’s called, for the last games of the season will leave some kind of blemish on his permanent record.
Which means I can’t tell anyone I’m Izzy.
Not even Cole.
Which really sucks because tonight’s game is a big one.
Whoever wins will go on to play in the championship bowl.
I don’t want Cole to think I don’t support him.
Not to mention that as his girlfriend, it’s pretty much expected I attend his games.
Fortunately, I’ve figured out a plan.
As long as Cole doesn’t throw the winning touchdown and the Knights don’t score three minutes before the game ends like last time…I won’t have to go on the field and dance with the cheerleaders.
I can sneak away in time to change and then come back and act like I saw the whole game as Sawyer.
Cole will be happy I was there, and I’ll still be keeping my promise to a ninth grade boy with a bad case of mono.
I blow out a breath.
It’s tough having a secret identity. I’m starting to have a whole new appreciation for Superman.
I’m about to walk out, but the door opens.
“Stop ignoring me,” Bianca snaps.
I slink back into the lab closet.
“I’m not ignoring you,” Oakley says. “I’ve been busy.”
“Yeah, busy with Morgan and Hayley.”
“Well, from what I’ve been hearing, you’ve been busy with Hayley too.”
“Aw, are you jealous?” Bianca taunts. “Good. Maybe now you know how it feels.”
Oakley sighs. “I told you—”
“Shut up,” she hisses. “We’re still at school. Someone might overhear us.”
Yes, someone might. What the actual fuck is going on?
On second thought…I’m not so sure I want to know the answer.
“I’ll come over tonight after Cole goes to sleep,” she says. “We can talk then.”
Talk about what?
“No,” Oakley grunts. “There is nothing to talk about. Whatever you think is going on in your sick, twisted, fucked-up psycho little head is wrong.”
Jesus, Oak. A little harsh.
“You know what?” Bianca says. “You’re right. I’ll just make sure to tell my dad you’re selling dru
gs out of his guesthouse, and that one night you and his daughter—”
“I told you. That night was a mistake.”
Oh no. Bad Oakley. Bad.
First his stepmom. Now Bianca.
It’s like his dick has a preference for girls who are totally wrong for him.
Jace and Cole will literally kill him for this.
And that’s not even taking Dylan into account.
I feel faint.
I can’t breathe.
But mostly? I really wish I hid out in the library.
“But you—” Bianca tries to say, but Oakley cuts her off again.
“Get it through your thick skull, kid. I don’t want you. I will never want you, and I sure as hell will never fuck you. Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or one hundred and sixteen. As far as I’m concerned, you’re Satan in a dress. The only reason I tolerate you is because of your brothers.”
Wow, dude. I understand you need to end things, but could you be more of a dick?
“But—” Bianca starts to say.
“Go ahead and tell your daddy. Tell your brothers. Tell the fucking po-po I’m selling drugs for all I care. You can’t manipulate me into fucking you, because it ain’t never gonna happen.”
Well, damn.
“And the next time you crawl into my bed while I’m sleeping, I’m calling Morgan and letting her deal with you. Got it?”
Good Lord. Bianca went full-blown fatal attraction on his ass.
“You’re such an asshole,” Bianca chokes out.
Oh, man. Truth be told, I didn’t think the girl was capable of feeling emotions.
Well, other than anger and manipulation.
“Just so you know, the night I snuck into your guesthouse was the anniversary of Liam’s death. I went there looking for you because Jace was busy with Dylan, Cole never wants to talk about him, and my dad is never home.” Her voice cracks. “I miss him so much…but no one cares.” She draws in a shaky breath. “You were always so nice and understanding. And no matter what I told you, you never judged me for it. I thought I was safe with you, Oakley. Until that night.”
“I didn’t—”
“It doesn’t matter.” She clears her throat. “But since you’ve obviously forgotten. It was you who kissed me. Not the other way around.”