Under Pressure
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Cole fists his hair. “Shit, right. Sorry about that.”
“You have one?”
Please let him have one!
“Yeah,” he says and grabs his shorts.
Cripes, I don’t know what I was worried about. This is Cole. An adrenaline-junkie adventure guide who is always prepared for everything.
If only I were prepared for this.
He grabs a condom. “I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he says, his deep voice rippling through me as he quickly sheathes himself then settles between my legs. I guess this sex is messing with him as much as it is me.
“Ready to scream, Reesey Piecey?”
I grin. Honestly, I never knew sex could be so much fun. “Yes,” I murmur against his throat.
He rubs his cock up to caress my clit, teasing the ever-living hell out of me. If his goal is to make me scream from want, then he’s seriously headed down the right road. His crown circles my hard nub languidly, and my entire body tingles in anticipation.
With single-minded determination, I move, lift, and shift, anything to force him inside, but he clearly has other plans, and I believe they involve driving me out of my mind. I fear I’m going to start babbling like an idiot soon. That would for sure scare any ghosts away.
His crown circles, teases, and slips in an inch, only to withdraw. Pressure builds in my body as desperation takes hold.
Enough already.
I pinch his back and he chuckles. “What’s the matter, Reesey Piecey?”
“You know what’s the matter.”
“Sorry, you’re going to have to tell me.”
“Hate you,” I say.
“Hate you, too.”
His tip enters, giving me only an inch, and a cry lodges in my throat, his teasing becoming too much. I need him. Now.
“Cole, please,” I beg.
“Keep talking to me, Reese. Keep making lots of noise,” he says, acting like he has all the patience in the world, but I can sense his restraint, his fight for control. He’s as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him. But for some reason he’s holding himself back.
“I need your cock,” I say, and don’t care if I sound like an eager nymphomaniac because right now, there is no better way to describe me.
He shoves a little deeper inside, and when he gives a husky groan, my eyes roll in my head. My sex clenches, and it’s almost scary how much I want this—how much I need him.
“Is this what you want? Is this what’s going to make you moan louder?”
“Yes,” I say. “This is exactly what I need.”
His sharp intake of breath doesn’t go unnoticed by me as I fall back onto the makeshift pillow. He powers forward and fills me even more, and I don’t care who the hell is in the vicinity. I let go of all inhibitions and just whimper without care.
“Good, so damn good,” I say, and grip him with my sex muscles to keep him from pulling out again.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, and rewards me by burying himself deep. “I can’t wait for you to come around my cock,” he whispers in my ear.
I give a broken gasp as his words echo through me. “Yes. Fuck me, Cole. Hard,” I cry out as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. My muscles suck him in, and I clench around him, but he pulls out, and the sweet friction nearly sends me soaring to the moon. His mouth finds mine again, and he fills me even more as his veins become engorged with heated blood.
His chest pushes against mine, rubbing and stimulating my aching nipples as he moves over me. He presses harder, strokes faster, and every nerve in my body is screaming as the need builds, reaching a point of no return. We move together, finding a natural rhythm like we’ve been doing this our entire lives. I must say, we’ve done a lot of things together, but sadly, this wasn’t one of them. I’m so glad we’re rectifying that.
His hands slide over my body, exploring, stroking softly in contrast to the sweet stabs of pleasure between my legs, the combination raising my need for him higher and higher.
“Cole,” I murmur.
The air around us sizzles. “Can’t hear you.” He pulls out and slams back in again, greedily plunging, frantic with need.
“Yes,” I cry out. I love seeing him this aroused, this needy. My hands race over his hot skin, sharing in his urgency, the intimacy between us.
Cole gives a low groan and crushes his hands through my hair. “I’m so close,” he growls. The need in his voice sends me soaring, and my entire body squeezes. “Fuck, Reese.”
I climax around his cock, my orgasm stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. But I can’t think about that right now as my sex throbs and pulses and I feel like I’m free-falling without a net. I whimper and hold on to Cole like my life depends on it.
“Breathe, Reese,” he says and stills inside me, the intimacy in his tone sending a riot of emotions racing through me as I clench so hard I practically lose my vision. As he gives me a moment to recover, he moves my hair from my face. My lids flash open and when I catch the tender way he’s looking at me my heart goes into my throat. “You good?” he asks.
I nod, too afraid to speak, too afraid of what I might say. I move against him, undulating my hips to let him know I’m ready for him again—want everything he has to give me. As my body quakes, I mentally kick myself for going off the pill. I want to feel him release inside me. The first thing I’m going to do when we return home is to go back on birth control. Wait! Shit. I’m not thinking clearly. This ends when this trip is over and we go our separate ways.
He jerks his hips forward and our moans mingle, all thoughts of the pill forgotten. I lift to take him in deeper, and love the way his lids grow heavier like he’s lost to everything except what the two of us are doing.
A new kind of need churns inside me, fueling my desires, pushing me close to the precipice once again.
I wrap my legs around his back and hug him with my thighs. His head goes back and his eyes close as he stills inside me. I take in his features, the strength of his body, the closeness between us.
“Come for me again, Reese,” he commands, and just like that I let go, my body obeying his demands with another hot rush of heat between my legs. Honest to God, I never expected to come a third time, but the look on his face, and the command in his voice, pushed me over the edge again.
“Oh, fuck, Reese,” he says. “I feel you.”