Chapter 40: Beg For It

Cole kisses me back like he has been starving for it. His mouth moves over mine with heat and urgency, one hand sliding into my hair while the other grips my waist and pulls me flush against his body. I can feel the hard lines of him through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, already thick and ready for me. The kiss deepens quickly, our tongues sliding together, and I moan softly into his mouth as heat pools low in my belly.

He walks me backward until my back meets the wall beside the door, never breaking the kiss. His hands roam down my sides, gripping my hips before sliding under my shirt to palm my breasts. My nipples tighten instantly under his touch.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he murmurs against my lips in a rough voice. “I missed the way you taste. I missed how your body responds the second I touch you.”

I arch into his hands, gasping when his thumbs circle my nipples. “Then stop talking and show me how much you missed it.”

He chuckles darkly and pulls my shirt over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. His mouth moves to my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to make me shiver. I reach between us and palm him through his sweatpants, feeling how hard he already is.

He groans low in his throat.

“Careful, princess. You keep doing that and this is going to be over before it starts.”

I squeeze him gently, stroking through the fabric. “Then maybe you should do something about it.”

Cole growls and spins me around so I am facing the wall. He presses against my back, his cock hard against my ass as he yanks my pants and panties down in one rough motion. I step out of them quickly, kicking them aside. His hand slides between my legs from behind, fingers finding me already wet.

“So fucking soaked for me,” he says, voice thick with approval. He circles my clit slowly, then pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right. “This pussy has been on my mind all week. Every time I saw you on the field, all I could think about was bending you over and fucking you until you screamed my name.”

The words send a fresh wave of list through me until I moan and push back against his hand, riding his fingers.

He removes his fingers and I hear the rustle of fabric as he shoves his sweatpants down. The thick head of his cock nudges against my entrance a second later. He teases me, rubbing it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness.

“Beg for it,” he demands, voice low and commanding. “Tell me how badly you want this.”

I press my forehead against the wall, breathing hard.

“Cole...” I murmur, trying to press against him but he shifts backwards before it can slide in.

“That’s not how this works baby,” he breathes into my ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me, but it is quickly replaced by the pure unbridled need buried deep within.

“Please, Cole. I want to feel you buried so deep inside me that I won’t know where you end and where I begin.”

With that, he groans and thrusts into me in one deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch is intense and perfect. I cry out, my walls clenching around him as he fills me completely.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, holding still for a moment to let me adjust. “So tight and wet. This pussy was made for me.”

He starts moving then, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The rhythm is hard and deep, each thrust pushing me against the wall. I brace my hands on the cool surface, moaning with every stroke as pleasure builds fast and hot inside me.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

He pauses and looks down at me, his face etched with concern. “Are you okay?”

I take a deep breath and nod quickly.

“Yea,” I manage. “It’s all just a little... intense, that’s all. Keep going.”

He hesitates for a moment, like he’s contemplating continuing or stopping.

“I said,” I begin, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, “keep going. And don’t stop until I’m fully and completely yours.”

Cole grips my hips tighter and gives me exactly what I asked for. He fucks me harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hallway. One hand snakes around to rub my clit in tight circles while the other tangles in my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss and bite along my neck.

“You like that?” he rasps against my ear. “Like being fucked against the wall like you belong to me?”

“Yes,” I moan, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I belong to you. Only you. Don’t stop.”

He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. My legs start to shake as the orgasm builds, fast and unstoppable.

“I’m close,” I whimper. “Cole, I’m so close.”

“Come for me, baby” he whispers the command. “Come on my cock like a good girl. Let me feel you.”

The words push me over the edge and pleasure crashes through me, my pussy clenching hard around him as I come with a loud cry of his name. Cole keeps thrusting through it, drawing out every wave until I am trembling and oversensitive.

He pulls out suddenly, spins me around, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the couch and lays me down. He settles between my thighs and slides back inside me in one smooth thrust. This position lets him go even deeper, and I moan loudly as he starts moving again.

“Look at me,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “I want to watch you while I fuck you.”

I hold his gaze, my hands running down his back, digging my nails into his skin as he drives into me. The pleasure builds again, slower this time but just as intense.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you.”

I slide my hand between us and circle my clit, the added stimulation making my breath hitch. Cole watches every movement, his thrusts growing harder and deeper.

“That’s it,” he groans. “So fucking beautiful. You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, fingers moving faster. “I want you to come with me this time. I want to feel you come inside me.”

His rhythm falters slightly as he gets closer. “Fuck, Riley. You keep talking like that and I will.”

I clench around him deliberately. “Fill me up, Cole. I want every single drop.”

That does it. He slams into me a few more times, then buries himself deep as he comes with a low, guttural groan. The feeling of him pulsing inside me pushes me over the edge again. I come hard around him, my walls milking every last drop as waves of pleasure crash through both of us.

“I fucking love you.” I gasp, overwhelmed by the stimulation.

Our bodies are still locked together when the words slip out. For a moment, none of us moves. None of us breathes. I pray to every single God out there that he somehow did not hear me as everything goes very very still.