tossing it to the floor by his.
I pull his jeans down only to find he has a pair of black boxer briefs on. I go to remove them, but he yanks me off the counter. I stumble into him.
He chuckles at my lack of stability and patience. I don’t care.
“Remove your heels,” he orders, and I do as he asks without question. He undoes my jeans and yanks them down my legs. I kick them off. “Put your heels back on.”
“What…?”
“Put them back on, Austin.” He demands, kneeling and holding them out. One at a time, I slide them on. When he stands back to his full height, I realize why he wanted me to put them back on. Even though I’m still a few inches shorter than him with my heels.
He removes my thong next, and before I can stop him, he has my bra undone. The last time I stood naked in front of a man for the first time, I was terrified. My entire body shook. But I don’t feel that way right now. And it has nothing to do with the alcohol in my system and everything to do with the way his blue eyes darken as he looks me up and down. They linger on my breasts, and he slowly licks his lips. They’re not anything to show off, but they’re not small either.
Then his hands are on me. He grips my sides and yanks me to him. His lips take over mine, and I moan into his mouth. My hand goes between our bodies, and I reach inside his boxers. My thighs tighten when I feel how big he is.
I pull away, panting. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asks, kissing along my jawline. He lowers his lips to my neck, and he sucks on it hard. I arch my back, giving him better access and not caring if he leaves a hickey.
Goosebumps break out over my body, and I yank his boxers down his legs, shoving him backward. His back slams into the wall, and I drop to my knees before him. I’m not going to allow him to take his time. To draw this out. I want to fuck. And I’m going to get what I what for a change.
“Goddamn.” He hisses, throwing his head back into the wall with a thud.
I take his hard dick into my hand and run it up along the shaft. He’s thick and long— he’s going to feel amazing. I look up at him, watching his muscles clench with each ragged breath he takes. I almost smile at how gorgeous he is when he’s all worked up. This is a side of Cole I haven’t seen. And I like it.
He raises his hands and grips his dark hair. Those muscles rippling like waves.
He’s equally evil as he is gorgeous.
“Fuck me, Cole.”
He looks down at me, those blue eyes dark with lust. He lets go of his own hair to fist mine. I hiss in a breath as my scalp stings, but I didn’t expect him to go easy on me.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He orders roughly, and I do as he says because I’m getting what I want. I’m going to bring this bastard to his knees even if it means I have to stay on mine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
COLE
I OPEN MY mouth, but nothing comes out when she wraps her lips around my cock. She allows me to control her head as I pull her back and thrust my hips forward. I watch in complete fascination as I fuck her pretty mouth. I’ve been thinking of nothing but this for days, and here she is on her knees before me.
Yet it still isn’t enough.
She can’t scream if her mouth is full. She can’t beg if she can’t speak. I want her cries of pleasure—her begging me for more—more than I want her on her knees at this moment.
And I always get what I want.
I pull her head away, and she’s panting. Tears have welled up in her green eyes. I yank her up by her hair, and she cries out.
I smile. That’s more like it.
I know what she is doing. She’s trying to play me at my own game. But that’s not going to happen. I’m better than she is.
“Cole …” She pants.
I spin her around with my hand still in her hair, and she hisses in a breath, then I shove her hips into the counter.
My free hand goes between her legs, and she spreads them more for me.