The Princess and The Jester - A.D. McCammon Page 0,33
cock sliding between my thighs. He hauls me to his chest, one hand kneading my breast while the other dives into the pool between my legs.
He focuses on my clit, his finger stroking it with a circular motion. “Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”
My head feels dizzy, my body pliable as he works me over with his hands. The tip of his penis dips in and out of my opening in a teasing manner, deliberately driving me mad.
I rear back, demanding more of him.
Groaning again, he slams the rest of the way into me. I cry out, the sensation of my body stretching to accommodate him both painful and satisfying. His teeth sink into my shoulder, the sting of his bite as he releases me only increasing my pleasure.
His hips sway, his movements careful as he tests the waters. He works up to a slow pace, rubbing my clit to match the rhythm of his gentle thrusts.
Just as I’m on the verge of falling, he pulls out quickly then crashes back into me.
“You’re being greedy, Princess,” he grits out.
“Please don’t stop, Cole.”
“God damn it,” he curses, gradually moving his hips again. “Is this what you want?”
I nod, panting. “Yes.”
“You know what I want to hear,” he taunts.
“I’m yours.”
He pumps harder, faster. “Again.”
“I’m yours.”
He increases his tempo, taking me right to the edge of the cliff.
“Don’t stop,” he says. “I want those words spilling from your lips as you come so you never forget.”
I continue to chant it, each one louder as my climax comes to a head. My orgasm feels like an explosion, every cell in my body bursting with ecstasy.
Cole’s release comes only seconds later, his jerky movements slowing before coming to a stop. He lets out a heavy breath, his damp forehead resting on my shoulder.
My stomach flutters with worry as we both work to catch our breath. Mia’s seduction scheme ended here. There wasn’t much thought about what might happen past this point.
I definitely have his attention, but for how long? Panic cools my heated veins. What if he shuts down and kicks me out just like last weekend?
Cole lifts his head and eases out of me, planting a kiss on my temple. “For keeps.”
I sit up as he gets off the bed, and he frowns when I subconsciously tug my tank top down to cover my body. My eyebrows lift when he offers me his hand. I look down at it then back at him, leaving it suspended in the air. “You want me to leave?”
Not even the darkness can hide the way his features sharpen with annoyance. He reaches for me, dragging me to my feet. “We need to get you in the bath.”
“What?” I shift uncomfortably under his stare.
“I just came inside of you, Princess. We need to get you clean.”
“Oh, right.” I chew on my bottom lip. That wasn’t part of the plan. I got so wrapped up in wanting him, stopping for protection never crossed my mind. “You don’t have to…I’ll go back to my room, and—”
He jerks me back as I try to step around him. “Oh, no you won’t. You’re staying with me tonight.”
Cole was distant while he prepared the bath, only speaking to give me commands.
Take off your top. Get in. Scoot up. Lie back.
His same reserved quietness has continued the entire time we’ve been in the tub together, never speaking a word as he lovingly washes my body. The silence makes it harder to keep my nagging thoughts at bay. They get uglier with each minute that ticks by.
It was reckless of me to sleep with Cole without knowing how he feels about me.
The way to a man’s heart is through his penis. Said no one. Ever.
My body isn’t the only thing I offered up to him tonight. I truly do belong to him. Mind, body, and soul.
He could wreck me. In his mind, that might be exactly what I deserve.
“Cole?”
“We can’t let that happen again,” he scolds, as if I’ve been part of the conversation in his head. “Are you even on the pill?”
His reprimanding tone makes me shrink into myself. Cole is the only person I’ve ever been with. Back when we were both two young kids in love trying to figure it all out. Though Cole certainly seems to be more experienced these days, not much has changed for me.
Still, I know better. The last thing I want is to be knocked up at seventeen by someone who may or may not hate me. Not to