Catching Cole

Chapter Six

Cole went out of his way to better his performance from the previous night. If you had told me that was even possible, I would have called you a liar. 

I lay on the bed, physically spent as I tried to recount exactly how many sessions we had had, and how many times this man had made me come. He walked through from the en-suite bathroom with a towel hanging below his hips. I took him all in. The man was built, his Vee spoke of promises delivered. The definition of his abs were more visible in the light. His tattoos stood in stark contrast to his skin. We were always so frenzied with each other, that it was nice to lie back and admire him for once. 

He smiled at me and asked outright, “Are you checking me out?” 

“hmmmm,” I bit down on my lip, wondering if he would be up for another round. And as soon as I had that thought, I watched his towel twitch in response. 

“You are insatiable,” he growled, moving closer to me. His hands spread my thighs in a way that spoke of possession, I moaned in anticipation. 

His hands slid further up, brushing against my wet core, I arched into his palm, panting for more. He circled my c**t in a way that had my tensing in anticipation. “Cole,” I moaned his name. He ignored me, and continued his pursuit of getting me to climax. “Cole,” I moaned again, this time with more urgency in my voice. I was so damn close. And when my legs started to shake, and I was nearing my reaching point, he pulled his hand away. 

I pushed myself up on elbows in confusion and looked at him, “Why?” I panted, trying to inch myself closer to his hands. He smiled at me. 

“Because I need you to be honest,” he spoke matter of factly. My expression must have conveyed how desperate I was, because he inched his fingers closer to me, as I tried to wriggle my body towards him. 

“I need…”, I begged. 

“Truly unmemorable?” he asked, pulling me out of my haze. 

“huh?”

“Was last night truly unmemorable for you?” he purred, “because judging by these little noises you’re making, I couldn’t be that unmemorable.” 

I was making small whimpering sounds, and spoke quickly, “I lied,” I panted, deciding to take matters into my own hands by sliding my fingers onto my c**t. 

He grabbed my wrist in response, pinning my arm above my head against the bed, and replaced my fingers with his own, I moaned out in response, lifting myself up to his hand. 

“No more lying,” he growled. “Tell me how memorable it was,” he demanded. 

And as if in answer to my unspoken request he finally slid his fingers inside me, and I answered with my truth.

“I thought of you constantly. Of how your c**k felt in my p***y. Of how you made me come. In fact, I found it difficult to concentrate with Pratt and Josh when all I could think about was you.” 

“Good girl,” he ground out, “But the next time I hear another male’s name on your lips while my fingers are inside of you there will be consequences, do you understand?” He stilled his hand as he waited for my reply, which made me grind against him, as I tried to work myself on his fingers. 

His other hand came up and slapped my c**t in the most delicious way. I threw my head back and moaned, feeling how slick I had just become with that one act. “Do you understand?” he demanded once again. “Yes,” I moaned out as he started working me towards climax once more. 

Once again, our night was filled with very little sleep. Cole was a master at delayed satisfaction and pleasure in general. In truth, I would be sad to give this kind of experience up. 

I watched him dress in the morning, as he slid his jeans over his well defined ass. We were timing our exit to the outdoor restaurant that served as part of the hotel. Cole was heading out first, and I would meet him there in 30 minutes. I had briefly mentioned that I was meeting a friend for breakfast, and he seemed accepting of the situation. 

In the light of day, I didn’t know how to read Cole. He was filled with little gestures of affection, with light kisses, hand-holding and sweet kisses. I think we both knew that if we turned the dial up even slightly, we wouldn’t be leaving the room. I stood with a sheet wrapped around myself and stretched up on my toes as I kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ll see you downstairs sweetheart,” he spoke, moving towards the exit. The scene was almost domestic, which worried me a little. 

I showered quickly, and dressed in jeans and a light blue blouse. There wasn’t enough time for fancy styling and so I left my hair down, creating loose waves around my face with light makeup. 

L: WHERE ARE YOU? 

Layla was already texting me, she could be impatient at the best of times. 

S: Coming. Calm you socks. I quickly replied. 

L: Ran into another friend of mine here. Got a table by the pool, meet us here. XOXO

I re-read the message and headed towards the pool area. I just hoped her friend wasn't one of those stuffy models who never ate. 

I spotted Layla from a mile away. Her chocolate brown hair was perfectly styled, creating curls down her back. She was wearing a tight cream skirt and low-cut black shirt with heels. Even from where I was, I could spot the guys drooling at her. As I approached her table I noticed Cole sitting at her table, and I frowned. He was so absorbed in his ipad he hadn’t even realised I had arrived. 

“Sadie!” Layla squealed and threw herself at me. 

I hugged her back. She was one of the very few people who knew about my upbringing. 

“It’s good to see you skank!” I replied letting her go, “and how on earth do you know Cole?” I demanded. 

She looked at me quizzically, “Of course you two know each other!” she exclaimed and threw her hands up in the air. Cole watched our exchange with a smile playing on his lips 

“You know,” she went on, “both you and Cole are single.” 

I groaned aloud and said, “Layla, I don’t do relationships.”

“Layla, I don’t do relationships,” she mimicked me in response, turning to Cole and demanded, “Don’t you think she’s gorgeous?” 

Cole cleared his throat, but I interrupted, “Layla! It’s not fair to put Cole in that position, he’s an investor on the project I’m working on.” 

She huffed in response and said, “All I’m saying is that you’re gorgeous - even if you don’t realise it, AND you’ve been single for far too long.” 

I rolled my eyes, helping myself to some bread on the table. 

“Axel still asks about you,” she added tactfully. 

“Axel?” Cole demanded. Layla looked at him from beneath her beautiful lashes, “yes, Axel.” 

“That’s just because he hasn’t found someone to settle down with.” I replied, “He just needs to find the right girl to be his old lady.” 

“It could have been you,” Layla continued, oblivious to the daggers Cole was throwing at me. 

“But it’s not,” I shut her down, “Can we move on please?” I implored. 

“How do you know Axel?” Cole ground out. 

“We grew up together. How do you know Axel?” I asked.

“We’re in the same club.” 

Layla sat there watching the exchange between Cole and I. 

“You ride for the same Club?” I asked in surprise. 

“Is that a problem?” he asked, with a hint of a threat in his voice. 

Layla decided to jump in, easing the tension. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sadie grew up around bikers.” 

Cole’s eyes flashed in surprise, but we couldn’t say any more as Pratt and Josh joined our table. It was funny watching them try to ogle Layla discreetly, in fact, Josh stumbled over his words so much when he was trying to introduce himself. 

“What time do you finish work?” Layla demanded. 

I looked to Pratt and Josh, trying at gauge time. “3pm?” Pratt offered. 

“Great,” Layla butt in, “Let’s go for a swim when you’re done. We have some catching up to do.” 

The rest of the day was spent hunkered down in the conference room, rehashing concepts, descriptions and designs. By the time 3pm had rolled around I was dying to get some sunshine. Naturally Pratt and Josh invited themselves along, no doubt to hang out with Layla in her bikini. 

The pool area was still pretty empty, but I spotted Layla stretched out on a lounger in a leopard print bikini soaking up the sun. I walked over to her and plonked myself down, lifting off my cover-up exposing my black bikini. 

She raised her hands creating some shade on herself from the sun and turned to me, “So you and Cole huh?” 

I groaned, of course she’d pick up on that. “What gave it away?” I asked. 

She laughed, “For one, he became super agro when we spoke about Axel, and two, he can’t stop looking at you.” 

I giggled, shaking my head. 

Sobering up, I answered, “It’s just a no strings attached fling.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring her or myself. 

“Really?” she asked, “Because that man looks plenty attached,” she motioned towards the pool bar where Cole sat watching us. Layla sat up and motioned him towards us. In fact I was so busy watching him head in our direction that I didn’t see Pratt and Josh arrive, giving Pratt the opportunity to scoop me up and dump me in the pool. I shrieked in response, as I swam towards the edge watching Layla laugh wholeheartedly at my expense, whilst Cole clenched his Jaw. 

Pratt walked over stretching out his arm to help me out the pool. Without missing a beat, I grabbed his hand and pulled him in. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent with us swimming and messing around, all the while Cole lay on a lounger with his shirt off watching us. At one point he joined us in the pool, but simply swam laps. Layla rolled her eyes at his behaviour and whispered “He’s so jealous” towards me. 

I wasn’t sold on that idea, I mean no strings meant no jealousy right?