Under Pressure
Page 7

Thank you, universe.
Once he has the button open, he grips my shorts and slowly slides them down my legs, leaving my thong in place. My God, I could climax just from the way he’s looking at my barely there panties. I’m sure many women have seen that look in Cole’s eye before, but until today, I’ve never been lucky enough.
“You still with me, Reese?” he asks, since I’ve gone quiet.
I can take care of myself, but truthfully, I kind of like the way he always checks in with me. “Yes,” I say, my hands going to my breasts.
His nostrils flare as his hands grip my thighs and widen them. He tugs the string on my thong, runs his finger along it, and pushes it to the side to completely expose my sex. Admiration fills his face and does the strangest things to me. “Yeah, when I’m through, your throat is going to be raw from all the screaming I’m going to make you do.”
I love a confident man.
Heat suffuses my body, as he leans in and fills his lungs with my aroused scent. My body hums with tension, a desperate sort of ache taking hold as he wets his bottom lip like he’s preparing for a feast.
“Please…” I whimper.
He looks at me, his features taut with hunger, and it arouses me even more. “Yeah, keep talking to me, Reese.” I tremble from his gaze, his words, as he runs his thumb over my nether lips, widening my sex, and lightly nudging my swollen clit. I revel in the needy way he’s touching me, the possessive way he takes in my nakedness. “Keep scaring the ghost away.”
With one quick tug, he tears my panties from my hips, and I gasp out loud. He grins, and tucks them into his back pocket like they’re some sort of souvenir. “I’ll replace them,” he murmurs and then flattens himself on the ground and slides his hands under my ass to lift my body to his mouth.
The first sweet touch of his tongue to my clit sends sparks shooting through me, and stars dance on the cave walls. The temperature in the cave skyrockets, and my body grows hot, too hot. His tongue slides and caresses as he eats at me, and his loud moans are matching mine. I’m not sure who is turned on more here. He pushes his tongue inside, and I clench around him. Tremors begin in my core, and Cole growls louder.
A shuddery little breath escapes my lungs as he sucks, nibbles, and pushes a finger inside me. I writhe shamelessly and reach for him as he fills me. His tongue slicks and curls over me, back and forth, back and forth, a torturous tease, and volcanic pressure builds. I try to breathe past it. I am so not ready for this to end.
The truth is, I’ve had sex before, but what this man is doing to me is blowing my damn mind. But maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s different because I’m with my best friend, a guy who truly cares about me, and vice versa.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my clit, the vibration bringing on a rush of wetness. His fingers burrow deep, and I draw in a sharp breath as the world closes in on me. Completely lost in the moment—in Cole—I shut my eyes. Drugged, already addicted, I give in to everything pulling at me. I move restlessly as my sex pulses and I tumble into an intense orgasm.
“Cole,” I cry out as I shatter around his fingers.
“Keep coming for me, Reece,” he responds from between my legs, the need in his voice spiking my desire as he laps at me, drinking in all my liquid desire.
I shake beneath him as he buries his face in my sex. He stays between my thighs for a long time, lapping and licking until he’s had his fill. A fluttering noise reaches my ears, and when he finally lifts his head and I see moisture around his mouth—my hot desire wetting his face—it arouses me all over again. His grin is wicked, sexy, and my breath catches at the playful way he’s looking at me.
“Hear that?” he asks.
I listen, and I hear something flutter. “Yeah.”
“You weren’t loud enough. I need to rectify that.”
He pushes to his feet to rip into his pants. I scurry backward a bit when he releases his cock, so big and hard for me that I nearly swallow my tongue.
His head dips, the muscles along his jaw clenching. “You okay, Reese?” he asks as he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it.
“Yeah,” I manage, but I can’t tear my gaze away as he rubs himself, long steady pumps that make me ache to feel him inside me.
He snatches the water bottle, opens it, and presses it to my mouth. “Drink.”
I take a long pull, then he finishes what’s left and shoves it into his backpack. I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting my dry skin.
Cole groans, a deep, tortured sound, so sexy and needy it gives me an idea. A dirty, delicious, naughty idea. He likes to play during sex, but two can enjoy his game, right? “You know,” I begin and point at him, “your voice is much deeper than mine. If you ask me, I think your moans might be just what we need to scare the ghost away.”
His eyes narrow, but before he can say anything, I go up on my knees and take his hard cock into my hungry mouth.
“Holy fuuuuck,” he growls, and the sound echoes around us, proving my point. “That is so hot.”
I draw what I can of him to the back of my throat, and he gently grips my hair. His moans grow louder, but I can hardly hear them through the thundering of my heart. I lick his pre-cum and suck harder, working for more. His muscles are so tight, his blood flowing so fast, I know he’s close. While I want to taste him, selfish girl that I am, I’m too desperate to have him inside me to let him come in my mouth. But there’ll be time for that later. We still have plenty of vacation left.
Wait, this should probably be a one-time-only thing, right? I should clarify that.
He tugs on my hair. “Reese, you need to stop.”
I inch back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Why?” I ask innocently, and he just growls at me.
“On your back. It’s time for me to fuck you.”
I fall onto the makeshift pillow and stare up at his magnificent body, all hard lines and grooves I can’t wait to explore with my hands and tongue. He drops to his knees, and I widen my thighs to accommodate him.
He leans into me and that’s when it occurs to me that we need protection. I can’t freaking believe I nearly forgot. But my body is on sensory overload, so far gone that it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, and that’s messing with me in dangerous ways.
“Condom,” I say, my voice cracking.