Under Pressure
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“How is that helping me out?” I ask.
Cole is going to put his cock in me, and I need to stop asking questions already!
Another eerie noise jostles me back to the present, and I turn. “What was that?” I whisper. “Was it singing?” Could the cave be haunted?
He tears off his T-shirt, tosses it behind me, and bends forward until I’m flat out underneath him. He shifts his weight and slides his hand between my legs. “The only singing we’re going to hear is when I strum your body right here, and you’re calling out my name in orgasm.”
OMFG, if that’s isn’t music to my ears, I don’t know what is.
His lips close over mine again, taking full possession, and I writhe beneath his invading tongue, hungry for everything he’s going to do to me. I run my hands over his bare back, and when I palm his muscles, they bunch beneath my fingers. He is so hard and solid it’s insane. I take a breath and try to control myself, but I can’t, so instead I lightly drag my nails over his flesh as his mouth goes to the sensitive spot on my neck.
The air around us is heavy with sexual energy, and I’m pretty sure we’re giving off enough sparks to light up the damn cave. I hear another shuffling noise and crane my neck to see outside.
“Cole,” I whispered. “What if someone comes?”
His soft chuckle vibrates through me. “Oh, don’t worry, someone’s going to come.”
My body is quivering and I don’t want him to stop, but smack him anyway. “I’m serious.”
He moans against my neck. “I am, too.”
“I hate you,” I say.
“I hate you, too.” His wet tongue sweeps over my flesh then he puts a hand on either side of my head and pushes up. “But while we’re here on vacation, I’m still going to help you out.”
“With what?” I ask for the millionth time.
“You don’t want to be like Mrs. Jones, right?”
“No, you’re right. I don’t.”
“So, by having sex, I’m helping you from becoming a crazy cat lady.”
I do like his way of thinking. But what will this do to us? I don’t want to lose him because some sort of tropical lust bug has bitten us this weekend.
“And you know, since you’re here on this adventure for epic sex, and I don’t happen to have any plans, we’re killing all kinds of birds with one stone.”
One stone? Oh yes, one very big, very hard stone pressing against my leg.
“So, you’re keeping me from becoming a crazy cat lady and helping me fulfill my adventure.”
“Yeah, what a guy, huh?”
I laugh. “I’ll say.”
“The things I’d do for you, Reese.”
“You’re a very good friend, Cole.”
“The best,” he says, his eyes glinting playfully.
“And after the vacation?”
“Things go back to normal. You and me, best friends.”
God, could I really do that?
Then again, could I really not do this?
He lifts my T-shirt, his gaze moving over my body like it’s the first time he’s seen it. “Sit up,” he whispers, all humor gone from his face.
I inch up until my mouth is near his nipple, and as he slides his hand around my back to release my bra clasp with practiced ease, I flick my tongue out and lick him, reveling in the warm, salty taste of his skin.
He flinches. “Jesus.” I do it again, and he growls. “Arms up.” I lift, and he peels off my T-shirt and removes my bra. “Lie back down.”
I catch the heat in his eyes as he makes me a small pillow with my shirt and his, tucking them carefully under my head. We might have just agreed to sex, but my heart tightens at the way he’s making me comfortable first and foremost. I’ve missed him since he left New York. A lot. Too much.
With a touch so gentle I could weep, he lightly strokes my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples. Does he touch all his lovers like this? If so, no wonder women are clamoring for a second time with him. But he has a revolving door, and a rule about never the same woman twice. Seriously, though, after experiencing his brand of lovemaking, who in their right mind would want any other man touching their body.
Lovemaking? What the hell?
It’s sex, Reese.
“These…” His soft breath washes over my quivering nipples as he zeroes in on them. “I have so many ideas for what I’m going to do to these.” He bends and swipes the soft blade of his tongue over one nipple.
“Cole,” I croak.
His gaze moves to mine, and his playfulness is back. “What’s wrong? Still afraid someone might come?”
“Yeah,” I say, so turned on it’s hard to think straight. The walls of the cave close in on me, nothing in the world existing but this man and the things he’s promising me.
“What about the ghost? Still afraid this place is haunted?” I nod and wonder what kind of game he’s playing. “Don’t you see? I’m helping you out with that, too.”
“How could you possibly help with that?” I ask.
“By making you moan loud enough to scare it away.”
Yes, please.
“That’s very good thinking, Cole.”
“I do what I can,” he says, and this time he pulls that same hard nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and whimper.
“Oh, so good…” I run my nails over his back, and when he growls, it thrills me that he’s as into this as I am.
Pressure builds between my legs, and I widen them. His cock presses against the hungry spot needing his touch, and I lift slightly, moving against him.
He softens his tongue and leisurely glides it over my other nipple and I whimper louder. “That’s it, Reese. Keep making noises like that.” He bites down, sucks my nub between his teeth.
“Yes,” I cry out and grip his hair to keep his mouth on me.
His soft chuckle vibrates through my body, and my nipples tighten even more. I moan and toss my head, my hair tangling beneath me. His mouth leaves my breasts and I cry out at the loss, but when he goes lower, my yelp of disappointment turns into a cry of approval. His tongue burns my flesh as he licks a path to the button on my shorts, and I gasp when he rips into them with his teeth.
“I think I need to find other ways to make you moan,” he teases. “But don’t worry. I have a lot of ideas.”