Cock & Bull - Laura Barnard Page 0,82

shedding himself of his leather jacket and own jeans.

I jump in the sleeping bag, every bone in my body freezing cold. Are we seriously going to be able to do this out here? Should we just go inside? But then I’m worried that if I leave this pier right now I’ll lose my nerve.

He crawls in, not smiling, but looking at me with hunger in his eyes. I shamelessly cling to him, the warmth of his body forcing back the cold. My last shred of resistance melts with it.

He grins and starts kissing me again with his hands delving into my hair, pulling and grasping urgently. I gyrate against him, grasping at his shoulders, my nails digging greedily into his skin.

He peels off my vest top and gazes down adoringly at my breasts.

‘You have no idea how many dreams I’ve had about these.’ He sucks one into his mouth.

‘Jesus,’ I croak, unable to form any kind of sentence.

He plays with the other one, pebbling my nipple underneath his teasing fingers. His tongue flicks it, before his juicy tongue laves around it, warming me through to my bones.

I reach down and dare to grab his erection through his boxer shorts. It’s been poking me in to the stomach and my god, he’s bigger than I assumed. A thrill of fear goes through me. Maybe it’ll hurt. God, do I want it to hurt? With him, most definitely. Who have I become?

I reach inside his boxers and palm his smooth velvety skin. He moans around my breast, the vibration travelling all the way down to my toes. He takes my hand and removes it.

I look up at him, suddenly overcome with self-conscious doubts.

‘Did I do something wrong?’

I mean, I know I’m not overly experienced with sex, but surely there’s only so many ways you can grab a dick?

He smiles, unleashing the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.

‘No, but if you start playing with my dick right now I think I’ll last about two seconds.’

‘Oh.’ I chuckle, reassured. I can’t believe he’s so turned on by little old me. Garry was never overly excited to have sex with me. It’s always made me doubt my sexual ability.

‘Just lie back and let me take care of you.’

And take care he does. One hand goes down to grab roughly at my arse cheek, bringing my core closer to him. I shamelessly rub it against his erection. Another groan from him. He makes me feel powerful when I can get those sounds from him.

He dips his hand into my lacy knickers and circles my clit ever so softly. God that feels amazing. I push against his hand, needing more friction.

He grins against my lips again before slipping one finger effortlessly inside me. I tense around it, revelling in the feeling.

‘God, you’re soaked.’

All I can do is nod manically as I push his boxer shorts down with my feet.

He adds another finger in, circling until my eyes are rolling back in my head, blood pumping round my body so fast I worry he’ll hear it.

‘Jesus, Clooney, just fuck me already.’

He grins. ‘So bossy.’ He reaches for his jeans, extracts a condom out of the pocket and puts it on, all the while keeping his eyes locked on mine. Then he’s back kissing my neck, his length nudging at my entrance.

‘You’re sure about this?’ He checks one last time.

‘Shut up.’ I wrap my legs around his arse and pull him into me.

He grits his teeth, like he’s in pain. I revel in the fullness. So deliciously full.

‘Clooney? Are you okay?’

‘Yep,’ he says through his gritted teeth. He slowly pushes all the way inside me, so high I think he’s going to come out of my mouth any moment. Damn.

‘Just give me a minute.’ He strokes my hair back away from my face, his eyes pinning me in place.

I pant underneath him, greedy for more.

‘Clooney, I swear, if you don’t—

He covers my mouth with one hand while he grips my hip with the other. Then he’s pulling back and thundering back into me, causing a scream to escape my throat.

He fucks me like that; angrily, with his hand over my mouth, like he hates me. And I fucking love it.

Within what feels like minutes I start to feel like I’m going to be sick. No, not sick, but maybe like I’m sea sick. I’m sweaty, my pulse rapid as my head goes dizzy. I squeeze my eyes shut as an