tightly to the wall. "Go get on the bed and let me open you up, Alexis. You have no idea what your tight little body is capable of. Let me show you."
I slid down the front of his thick chest and reached out to stroke him once as the door behind him opened. Heather.
Fuck. I'd forgotten all about Heather.
"Sorry guys. I really feel like shit. I need to go." She stumbled around the bed toward us.
I slid my hand down his shaft and cupped his heavy sack as I coveted what he was capable of. "Another time."
"No. Go help her and come back to me." He reached out and gripped the back of my neck tightly, pulling me flush against him. "I'm not done with you."
"You would never be done with me." I lifted to my toes, pressing against his hold, and nipped at his lips before pulling away. "Besides, I'm not this girl anymore."
I tugged my dress down and wrapped my arms around Heather.
"I think you are still very much that girl, and I'll tell you from personal experience that if you keep denying her... she's gonna get pissed. Good luck when she does." He chuckled and turned, walking to the bed and crawling into it.
I paused to watch him as Heather opened the door, apologizing over and over again. The perfect curve of his ass was only accented by the ropes of muscles on his back and legs. I'd never had the chance to fuck such a hot guy, nor would I again.
I closed the door behind us and ignored the ache between my legs to turn around and spend the rest of the night losing myself in him. It took every ounce of control inside of me to be the bigger person. The good girl.
The responsible adult.
Chapter 2
Cole
She never came back.
I was rather surprised that she didn't return to me. The hunger in her eyes as I toyed with her against the wall was enough to make me think she'd do just about anything I wanted her to.
A growl left me as I pressed a few buttons on the treadmill and upped my jog to a sprint. I needed to bleed out the aggression that bubbled up inside of me. I should have gone with her to take care of Heather. That would have gained me the upper hand to stay the night in her bed if nothing else.
I brushed my fingers over my lips and breathed in deeply as my cock hardened in my running shorts. Good thing my underwear was painfully tight, or I'd have more to deal with than just a day of yet another conference. The smell of her come stained my fingers, and fuck if I didn't want to lick them. I forced myself to think through the day instead of how many ways I could make her moan.
I'd see her again. I had no doubt about it. She'd be mine later that day or perhaps that night, but either way, I was going to have my way with her. She was far too much 'my type' not to. I'd seen her across the room the night before and made a quick plan to get her friend’s attention in hopes that it would lead to her tagging along.
Her long dark hair and piercing eyes had every man in the room looking her way. Her dress had been professional, but sexy, hitting her mid-thigh and leaving everyone’s mind to wonder what color her panties might be. I still didn't know. Whatever they were, they were tiny as fuck. A groan lodged in my chest as I pressed the button again and forced myself to stay present during my run or chance eating the ground below me and skinning my face.
"Cole Alexander? I'm a huge fan of yours." A pretty woman with a big smile and bright green eyes stopped beside the machine and extended her hand.
Some part of me wanted to give her a look for trying to shake my hand while I was running as hard as I possibly could on the machine below me, but I wasn't that guy. I had been in college, but that was a good five years behind me. I had an image to keep up, and it wasn't a lie, but the older I got, the harder it was to be the nice guy all the time.
I tugged at the red chord on the machine and grabbed my towel, wiping at my head as I stepped off and extended my hand.
"Always nice to meet a fan. What's your name?" I gave her a
I slid down the front of his thick chest and reached out to stroke him once as the door behind him opened. Heather.
Fuck. I'd forgotten all about Heather.
"Sorry guys. I really feel like shit. I need to go." She stumbled around the bed toward us.
I slid my hand down his shaft and cupped his heavy sack as I coveted what he was capable of. "Another time."
"No. Go help her and come back to me." He reached out and gripped the back of my neck tightly, pulling me flush against him. "I'm not done with you."
"You would never be done with me." I lifted to my toes, pressing against his hold, and nipped at his lips before pulling away. "Besides, I'm not this girl anymore."
I tugged my dress down and wrapped my arms around Heather.
"I think you are still very much that girl, and I'll tell you from personal experience that if you keep denying her... she's gonna get pissed. Good luck when she does." He chuckled and turned, walking to the bed and crawling into it.
I paused to watch him as Heather opened the door, apologizing over and over again. The perfect curve of his ass was only accented by the ropes of muscles on his back and legs. I'd never had the chance to fuck such a hot guy, nor would I again.
I closed the door behind us and ignored the ache between my legs to turn around and spend the rest of the night losing myself in him. It took every ounce of control inside of me to be the bigger person. The good girl.
The responsible adult.
Chapter 2
Cole
She never came back.
I was rather surprised that she didn't return to me. The hunger in her eyes as I toyed with her against the wall was enough to make me think she'd do just about anything I wanted her to.
A growl left me as I pressed a few buttons on the treadmill and upped my jog to a sprint. I needed to bleed out the aggression that bubbled up inside of me. I should have gone with her to take care of Heather. That would have gained me the upper hand to stay the night in her bed if nothing else.
I brushed my fingers over my lips and breathed in deeply as my cock hardened in my running shorts. Good thing my underwear was painfully tight, or I'd have more to deal with than just a day of yet another conference. The smell of her come stained my fingers, and fuck if I didn't want to lick them. I forced myself to think through the day instead of how many ways I could make her moan.
I'd see her again. I had no doubt about it. She'd be mine later that day or perhaps that night, but either way, I was going to have my way with her. She was far too much 'my type' not to. I'd seen her across the room the night before and made a quick plan to get her friend’s attention in hopes that it would lead to her tagging along.
Her long dark hair and piercing eyes had every man in the room looking her way. Her dress had been professional, but sexy, hitting her mid-thigh and leaving everyone’s mind to wonder what color her panties might be. I still didn't know. Whatever they were, they were tiny as fuck. A groan lodged in my chest as I pressed the button again and forced myself to stay present during my run or chance eating the ground below me and skinning my face.
"Cole Alexander? I'm a huge fan of yours." A pretty woman with a big smile and bright green eyes stopped beside the machine and extended her hand.
Some part of me wanted to give her a look for trying to shake my hand while I was running as hard as I possibly could on the machine below me, but I wasn't that guy. I had been in college, but that was a good five years behind me. I had an image to keep up, and it wasn't a lie, but the older I got, the harder it was to be the nice guy all the time.
I tugged at the red chord on the machine and grabbed my towel, wiping at my head as I stepped off and extended my hand.
"Always nice to meet a fan. What's your name?" I gave her a
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