Catching Cole

Chapter Four

Soon enough Cole spun me around, placing my palms against the shower wall, pulling my ass towards him. I was more than ready for the feeling of him and what was to come. Cole seemed to read my body intrinsically - or perhaps he just had that much experience in the bedroom. 

While I was far from virginal, my experiences were always vanilla and somewhat limited when I compared myself to other women (although Vivienne didn’t really count - she was a wildcat, and proud of it). 

His c**k poised at my entrance from behind, and I arched my back further encouraging him to slide all the way in. Cole’s dark chuckle had me waiting in anticipation. “I’m so glad that I met you Sadie,” he said as he slid the wide girth of his c**k inside me. 

In truth, I was still a bit tender from our earlier (or non-stop) session, but I still welcomed him, as I felt him glide in easily due to my own wetness. Once he was all the way in, he waited a minute, allowing me to adjust to his size - I mean, the man was huge. 

But after already experiencing him in the bedroom, I was impatient and started working myself back and forth on him. My wet ass slapping against the V of his stomach. Soon he matched my rythm, making the s*x hard and delicious. Waves of heat pooled in my core and I felt my legs start to shake as my orgasm fast approached. Cole sped up our rhythm, and I matched him in ferocity. I heard him groan as I cried out, our voices creating our own personal symphony in the shower. Sated, I lent me head against the wall and felt Cole support me - at some point my legs must have given way. I giggled as I realised that this was probably the most amount of orgams I had ever experienced from one man. “I got you baby girl,” Cole spoke as he eased me against the wall, and slowly started washing me as my senses caught up to my body. 

Our eyes met, and I saw the smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He looked like a male satisfied in the fact that he could please a woman. “I think,” he drawled slowly, “that if we are going to continue this….”, he seemed to be searching for a word. 

“Experience?” I offered. 

He smiled, “thank you.Yes, experience, then we need to get some food and sustenance in you so that we can continue.” 

As if in cue, my stomach growled, reminding me that I did indeed need to eat. 

"Sounds like a solid plan," I laughed in reply. 

We ordered waffles and some sort of champagne that went down easily. Cole was easy to talk to, and if I didn't have a 'no relationship' rule in my life, he'd probably be someone I'd consider trying to have something more with. Although what more looked like in my current life setup, I wasn't even sure. 

He seemed to be a business man that had his finger in all sorts of pies. We spoke about his investment in technology. Gaming. IT. Various alternative digital currencies. The Gold factory. 

He honestly appeared to be an extremely well rounded business man, and yet, the scars scattered along his body that I saw and felt while washing him in the shower, spoke of a different kind of life. Perhaps he had a rough childhood? I knew that I was overthinking this. We had agreed to this one day and night with no strings attached, so the fact that he had battle scars on his body, shouldn’t actually concern me - and yet, I couldn’t shake the concern. 

“So Europe?” he asked, as I shovelled another forkfull of waffle and syrup in my mouth. My laugh was one of genuine delight, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I ended up in the hotel room with some guy I had met in the bar a few hours earlier. His question highlighted how little he actually knew about me. 

“Yeah, Europe.” I c****d an eyebrow, watching his frustration as I grinned. 

“Fine,” I sighed, watching his Adam's apple bob in relief. “I live in Luxembourg.” 

His facial expression changed from annoyance to surprise. “Luxembourg”, he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. “Why?” 

I decided to be completely honest. “Because it is so far removed from where I come from that I couldn’t help fall in love with the place.” 

He watched me tentatively, and after a few long moments, he finally spoke. 

"Sadie, we all have demons and s**t we try to escape from, but at some point you have to make a choice to not let those things define you and affect every decision you have or make." 

I blew out harshly, causing one of my fly-away blonde hairs to lift slightly off my face, uncomfortable with the turn in conversation.

I gave him a strained smile and wiped my hands looking at him directly in his eyes. “You up for round three?” 

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, as if he knew that s*x was going to be the diversion from this conversation. And, because we owed each other nothing, he had no problem delivering what I was asking for. 

The day soon bled into evening, and when it finally came time to sleep, we dozed for no more than a few hours, one of us waking the other for more. I became insatiable, and surprisingly, so was he. It was as if we couldn’t get enough of each other, that we knew that we had committed to this limited time with each other, and we didn’t want to waste that time sleeping. It was like committing to trying your Aunt May’s annual bland-as-s**t christmas pudding, to be surprised with a chocolate mousse dessert instead. It was sensual and delicious, and spoke of desires untold. That was Cole. He was so much more than I bargained for. 

As the light of dawn started filtering through the bedroom, I trailed my fingertips along his rib cage over one of his tattoos. It was a death head with feathered wings on each side. While the detail in itself was something to be admired, I was knew it was a logo or symbol for a motorcycle club. 

I decided to test my theory, as I watched his eyes squint open and realise that our time was quickly drawing to an end. He rolled over so that his head hit the pillow next to mine, and he was staring directly at me. 

“Good morning Sadie,” his chest rumbled as he spoke. 

“Good morning biker boy,” I teased back. His eyes flashed with an emotion that I couldn’t read. So I decided to push through, “Although, I think we’ve already said good morning in a number of ways.” 

Cole’s laughter shook the bed. “It was so f*****g great meeting you Sadie.” 

“Right back at ya, mister,” I bit down on my bottom lip, aware that soon I needed to shower and make myself look semi-presentable for my breakfast meeting. 

“I got you sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “I know you have your meeting this morning, and I’ve got my own s**t to take care of.” His head dipped low, as his lips found mine. I kissed him back hungrily, wishing we could take this further. He pulled back reluctantly and started getting dressed, while I sat with the sheet pulled up around me. 

Once Cole was fully dressed, he turned to me, looking sinful as hell, and said, “Seriously though Sadie, I hope I bump into you on your endeavours again."

"Last night may be worth repeating.” 

I blushed, replying, “I think we repeated our experience plenty, don’t you?” 

“No darling,” he walked towards the door, “that was just a taste,” he called over his shoulder, winked and walked out the hotel room. 

It took me a few minutes to realise that I had just had the best s*x of my life, and to accept, that Cole had officially left in line with our ‘’no strings attached rule’. In fairness, he had hinted that he wouldn’t mind seeing me again, which sort of went against the ‘one night only’ framework we had set up. 

My phone beeped with a message from my childhood friend, Layla. She was all kinds of gorgeous and was currently working as a model. 

L: Heard you’re in Chicago you cow. I’m meeting you for breakfast tomorrow morning at your hotel. CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE AND MAKE TIME FOR YOUR OLDEST FRIEND! XOXO 

I couldn’t help but smile. I had missed Layla. 

Realising the time, I hauled my ass into the shower and deigned to make myself somewhat presentable for the team breakfast meeting. I was beyond tired in the most delicious way. 

I walked towards the outdoor dining area wearing a gorgeous white jumpsuit that spoke of sophistication and elegance. I styled my hair in soft waves, falling to one side, and my big designer sunglasses hid my exhaustion, where the foundation had failed. 

Jeanette waved at me from our table, and I realised that the whole team was already there. I made my way over quickly, hugging Jeanette and her assistant Jaques. Pratt and Josh were the typical goofballs they normally are. Jonathan sat as the stereotypical accountant, waving stiffly from across the table, and then Jeanette leant in to introduce me to the investor. 

I glanced up to where he sat at the end of the table and watched his eyes finally lift up from his tablet and meet mine in surprise. I didn’t even hear Jeanette’s introduction. All I could think was: Cole is the investor? Cole. The guy I had just spent the whole night getting to know intimately - that’s who’s investing in this project?