Catching Cole

Chapter Thirteen

After a (mostly) drunken girls weekend with Vivienne in Switzerland, I got her to confess that she did indeed have feelings for Alan (not Thom), but he ended things with her because he didn’t approve of her lifestyle. What a douche. Men who criticized women for being open with their sexuality, while they humped anything that moved within a five hundred feet radius, annoyed me to no end. I found them arrogant and egotstical, and when I looked at Vivienne, I knew that if she had liked him, really liked him, she would have been exclusive and committed.The irony also wasn't lost on me, that he had probably begun his fling with her because of her lifestyle. Vivienne was also enigmatic, you were drawn to her, even if you didn't want to be. 

And so we bought tons of swiss chocolate, and even more wine. By the time we landed back in Luxembourg she seemed to be back to her sassy self, making me feel marginally better about leaving her again for a few days. 

Cole had made it abundantly clear that we would be sharing a hotel suite in Cannes. He didn’t want the hassle of fetching and carrying his stuff backwards and forwards from my room, and I kind of liked that he didn’t even ask me if I’d do the same. With Jeanette’s work itinerary, and what Cole and I would be doing, scuttling between rooms was the last thing on my mind.

Once again, the hotel screamed luxury, and I wondered who exactly was fitting the bill - if it was lux tech incorporated or Cole himself. 

Upon checking in, the reception staff produced my keycard in a flurry, and barked something to the hotel staff about handling my luggage carefully because they know where I’m staying. 

C: You here yet?

Cole texted. 

I swear he had a sixth sense about these things. 

S: In the lobby. 

I replied. 

I briefly wondered if he was going to pounce on me when I walked through the door. I know we’re both happy to be exclusive, but I had the distinct impression that Cole was used to having s*x daily, and with both of us living in seperate countries I think it was chaffing a little.  

The staff walked me to our suite, opened the door and asked for the hundredth time if I needed anything. After finally, successfully, shooing them away with a smile, I closed the door and took in our room. 

I was standing in a lounge. A large kitchen overlooked the sitting area, some rooms branched off from the living room, and there was a staircase leading to the rooftop. Cole had booked the f*****g penthouse. I’m not sure why I was surprised. It was beautiful, but not at all necessarily. I heard him walk down the stairs talking on his phone. His eyes widened when he saw me standing at the entrance, taking it all in. 

Once he had reached the bottom step, he hung up quickly, and took large strides towards me. He swept me up, his lips finding mine in an instant. The kiss started off soft, filled with gentle longing, but neither of us could maintain the gentle pace. He deepened the kiss, his tongue clashing with mine. I moaned into his mouth, arching into him in a way that told him exactly how much I had missed him. 

He pulled away slowly, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at me. Leaning forward once more, he brushed a stray hair from my face. 

“Hi,” my voice sounded husky, even to my ears. 

“Hello Sadie,” he smiled, grabbing my hand, he led me to a small dining table just right of the sitting room. Laid out before us was a feast of waffles and pancakes, with two bottles of Prosecco. 

I laughed, “Prosecco? Really?” 

“You owe me tales about Harry Po,” he smiled. 

When he smiled like that he looked lighter, younger even. I was pretty sure that few people at the club had seen this side to him. It made me feel special, treasured in some way. 

“Alright Mr. Monroe, I’ll tell you everything you want to know. I mean I asked for Prosecco and you delivered. But what’s with the pancakes?” 

He had a mischievous look in his eye. “We’re eating something now so we don’t have to stop for an early dinner.” His eyes darkened as he spoke, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you Sadie.” 

I knew what he meant, but still I said, “We had facetime…” 

He laughed and shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love watching you like that, but it’s like giving a man a salad when he’s starving for a steak.” 

I laughed outright. “Fine,” I acknowledged, “So feed me and then f**k me?” I was only half-joking. 

He smirked, edging a plate filled with pancakes towards me. 

“Why,” I asked whilst stabbing a piece of pancake with my fork, “are we in the penthouse and not a normal room?” 

I watched as he scooped some cream up with his finger and licked it off. Clenching my thighs, I wondered what it would take to have his tongue upon my p***y once more. 

He watched me, watching him, knowingly and smirked. “Because I wanted to be able to have my way with you on the kitchen counter sweetheart.” 

Heat engulfed me as a wave of need washed through me.

He smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing. 

“So,” he spoke softly, “back to the question at hand. How do you know Harry Po?” 

I smiled as he poured me a glass of Prosecco. He was a man of his word. 

“I first met Harry when I walked into my kitchen at home and found him and one of his guys, bent over my sink, physically washing some money.” 

“What?” he demanded. 

“It’s the truth. That is how I first met uncle Harry. His warehouse was being raided and my dad offered our place for him to use and clean his money. No one expected me to come home from school as early as I did.” 

Cole packed out laughing. 

“That Sadie, was not what I was expecting,” he said, wiping away tears of laughter from his eyes. “Why did they have to wash the money? What was on it?”

“Ink I think? I’m not actually sure, all I know is that our sink was stained black for a week after his visit, but that was the start of something. Since that afternoon there hasn’t been a Christmas that we haven’t had Uncle Harry over.” 

“Your dad and him close?” 

“Yeah, besides Axel and Layla’s dad, Uncle Harry is the closest person we have that we call family.” 

He grunted, helping himself to another stack of waffles.

Once we were both full his eyes followed my tongue as I licked the excess cream from my lips. “You full?” he asked. 

I nodded. “Thank f**k,” he sighed, scooping me up and marching us to the bedroom. 

“What about the kitchen counter?” I protested. 

“We have all night sweetheart.” 

Once he walked through the master bedroom, he laid me on the bed with such gentleness. He slid his body on top of mine, and soon we were wrapped up in one another kissing frantically. As the kiss grew more heated, my legs widened of their own accord. I wanted what he was offering, badly. I moaned against his lips, coming up for air. He nuzzled my neck and started trailing kisses lower, when he was eventually hindered by my shirt, he motioned for me to lift myself so he could remove it. 

His eyes glazed over as he took me in - clad in a black lace bra and jeans.

“I like you in black,” he husked out. I shook my head, needing less conversation and more contact. Wrapping my legs around his ass, I pulled him closer, my lips hungry for his. 

He took his time, kissing every inch of me. As he unclipped my bra, my breasts fell free. They were full and heavy and sensitive to his touch. I arched my n****e up into his palm as he grazed his hand across my breast, and soon enough his lips were sucking on one n****e and then the other. 

“Cole,” I moaned loudly. He knew what I was demanding, and yet he did not give into me immediately. Instead, he trailed light kissed along my stomach, slowly sliding my jeans down, revealing the lacy black panties that matched the bra. 

“You’re f*****g exquisite,” he groaned staring at me. 

Impatient, I pulled my panties off and slid my fingers between my wet folds. He watched, his eyes growing darker with each passing moment, until he knelt between my legs and ravished me with his tongue. It wasn’t long before he had me climaxing, screaming out his name. 

And when I caught my breath, I pulled him towards me, and rolled on top of him. The move took him by surprise, but he didn’t stop me. 

As I slid his hard c**k inside me, I lent forward so that the fit was even deeper than before. I moaned as I adjusted. The sheer size of him, the way in which I had to stretch to accommodate him, it was everything. As I finally started moving myself on top of him, he watched me through his hooded gaze. My breasts bounced up and down and I lent forward in just the right way so my c**t was rubbing against him. 

"Oh God," I called out. I was so damn close. Realising that I was almost there, Cole met me thrust for thrust. "Cole!" I screamed in warning. 

His eyes hadn't left mine for the entire duration, so I saw the resolve reflected in his pupils as he grunted, "Come for me Sadie." 

And, it was as if the dam was broken when he uttered those words. My organism gripped me with such intesity. I felt my p***y walls grip him as I shook with pure pleasure. He kept eye contact as I yelled, "Oh Cole. f**k me Cole!" 

In that moment I lost all inhibitions I may have once had. And soon, Cole was tumbling over the edge with me, as he shot his white hot c*m inside of me.

I fell forward, unable to hold myself up any longer. s*x with Cole was always amazing, but somehow this time was different. 

He stroked my hair and ran his fingers up and down my back, as we lay there embracing one another in all our nakedness. It didn't take long before I felt him harden once more inside of me. The man was a machine. 

We spent the whole night in our bedroom making love. Something was different between us, and whatever it was it only heightened the orgasms we were both experiencing. I truly could not get enough of him, and it was clear that he felt the same way.