Catching Cole

Chapter Three

The room was spectacular, the floor lined with soft grey carpets, and the bedding was stark white in contrast. 

My stomach fluttered in nervousness, as I felt Cole’s presence behind me. I heard the door click and quickly spun around and watched Cole take me in. His eyes swept me up and down, lingering over certain parts. The way he was looking at me was creating a pool of heat, gathering at my core, reminding me just how long it had actually been. 

For every step he took towards me, I took a step back. I watched as the hunger flared in his eyes, it was a very soft game of cat and mouse. When the back of my knees hit the bed, I knew that all bets were off - there was no going back. 

He cupped my face gently in his palm, and I watched as his face drew closer to mine. My lips parted in automatic anticipation, as I waited with bated breath to taste him. 

The kiss started softly. Almost gentle in nature - as if he was holding himself back. I grabbed his collar in response and deepend the kiss, wanting more. He grunted, sliding his tongue against mine. Tingles slid down my spine, as my body arched up into him, demanding more. The muscled planes of his body grazed against mine, causing my n*****s to harden. Kissing him deeply, I released my grip on his collar and slid my hands around his neck. 

As I came up for air, he gently pushed me onto the bed and knelt down between my legs. I threw my head back, biting my lip. The man knew what he was doing. He worked his way up my thighs until he felt my black, lacy panties, and in one fluid movement, removed them. I gasped in anticipation and heard him chuckle in reply. His fingers made light circular movements just below my core. I tried to shift down slightly, simply to feel his fingers brush against me. Laughing in response he asked, “How much time do we have sweetheart?”

I scrunched up my face and tried to make sense of what he was asking. All the thoughts had eddied out my brain and were solely focussed on the positioning of his fingers. 

“Um,” I breathed out, “I have a breakfast meeting tomorrow morning.” I hoped that was the answer he was looking for. 

His hands didn’t stop circling my inner thighs as he asked his next question. “And, what is your name sweetheart?” 

His fingers inched closer, brushing against my core. “Sadie,” I managed to answer, gasping out as I arched towards his touch. 

“We’re here for the night Sadie,” he stated, almost matter of factly.    

I half muddled through his statement as I realised it was only the middle of the day. Did that mean we were here until tomorrow morning? 

As his tongue hit my core, any and all thoughts of time constraints, the breakfast with Jeanette and the team, and even lunch time orders were lost to the ether. I needed his hands on me. I needed him to taste and suck me. But mostly, I needed to feel him inside of me. 

I fisted my hands into the sheets as I held on for what I knew would be one hell of an experience. The man was talented - I’d give him that. 

He pushed my legs further apart for more access, and I gladly obliged as he licked and sucked on me furiously. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm build, as I grabbed tighter onto the sheets. Finally, he brought his fingers to my core, and flicked on my clit. A shudder ran through me. “Cole,” I gasped. He flicked my p***y once again. My legs were shaking as he worked me towards the edge. With a final flick of his fingers against me, I cried out as I came against his mouth. I expected him to stop, but instead his mouth didn’t move, in fact he seemed to become even more frantic. He pushed my dress up towards my stomach, and simply licked and sucked with even more ferocity. I didn’t think it was possible, but I felt myself already building up to a second orgasam. While he was busy, he gently positioned my legs so that they were bent and my feet (I had since lost my high heels somewhere in the process), were planted firmly against the bed. 

“Oh God,” I moaned. I felt him smile against my p***y. I shut my eyes, trying to delay the inevitable. As if he knew what I was doing, Cole sucked on my Clit with a force that had me panting and arching off the bed. “Cole!” I moaned, as my orgasm barrelled down my spine.

I lay on the bed, sated in every way as I watched Cole stand up from his bent position and deftly remove his shirt. The man was built. Seriously, he had abs upon abs, and he was splattered with tattoos. Not as straight edge as he initially appeared. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched me taking him in. I realised in that moment that I was still spread for him, and quickly closed my legs. 

“No,” he spoke seriously. “Don’t you dare get shy on me now. You are beautiful. Every inch of you. And,” he paused for a moment, “you taste as good as you look.” He maintained eye contact as he sucked his fingers that had just been inside me. 

Suddenly feeling far too overdressed for the situation, I sat up boldly and lifted my dress over my head, throwing it on the floor. I snapped the black lace bra off and added it to the pile on the soft grey carpet, arching one eyebrow at him. His grin was nothing short of feral as he quickly added his slacks to the pile. His eyes lingering on my breasts. 

Standing in only his underwear, the hard outline of his c**k was evident. He was big, much bigger than I had imagined. I watched as he slid his underwear down, and kicked his jocks off into our clothing pile. His c**k sprang back proudly, reaching his belly-button. Taking him all in, I felt warmth rush between my thighs as I wanted him inside of me. I licked my lips, and parted my legs slightly in invitation. There was no need for spoken words, when the actions we were committing predated formal language. 

He walked the few steps towards the bed, and sank his knees into the mattress. I parted my legs wider, making more room for him. I watched him as his breathing seemed to change, the suspense was heightening our need for one another. I felt the energy shift in the room, as he grunted out, “Contraception?” I smiled - thank God one of us was thinking clearly enough to ask the question. “I’m on the pill,” I panted out, watching his c**k edge closer to my p***y. 

“Please,” I begged. I just needed to feel him. He nodded his head in response - he had heard me and was going to give me what I so desperately needed. 

The tip of his c**k slid into my entrance and no further. I pushed myself up on my elbows and gave him a questioning look. The strain from holding himself back was evident on his face.

“No strings?” he grunted out. 

“No strings,” I panted back in confirmation. 

“Hold on Sadie,” he said, as he slid in, and in. 

I felt my p***y stretch to accommodate him, and it felt so good. He waited for me to adjust to his size before he started moving. I threw my head back onto the bed, revealing the feeling of him inside me. His calloused hands explored my breasts with a gentleness that I didn’t know he possessed. He watched me, noting how my breathing sped up at certain points. He increased his pace, causing me to cry out in pleasure. A satisfied smirk plastered his face, as I lifted my legs higher, giving him deeper access. He slid in deeper making me gasp as pleasure rolled through me. 

Palming my breast roughly, he pinched my n****e causing me to moan loudly. He did the same thing to my other n****e, while quickening his thrusts in me. My orgasm built quickly and soon enough I was arching up against him, my p***y tightening against his hard c**k as I felt his balls slapping against me with his movements. I rode out my orgasm with his c**k deep inside me. “Cole, Oh God, Cole!” I screamed out. He didn’t even give me a chance to recover before he flipped me on all fours and was sliding into my p***y from behind. 

My body felt like jelly, and I knew that this man would give me an abundance of pleasure. I slid my forearms onto the bed, my face pressed against the duvet, raised my p***y even higher and spread my legs wider for all the access he wanted. I was willing, in every aspect of this experience. 

I felt the stinging of his hand as he slapped my ass, and God help me, but my p***y became even more soaked. He slid in and out of me in a rhythm that gave no mercy. I moaned in pleasure, pressing my face deeper against the mattress. He grunted throatily, his movements becoming more frantic, the sound of his body slapping against mine. Heat built up in my core, as I braced myself for another wave of pleasure. My back arched and I felt the walls of my p***y clamp down on Cole as my orgasm overtook me. Cole didn’t disappoint and kept his hard pace going as he emptied himself inside of me. I sagged against the mattress as I allowed my mind and body to catch up to the here and now. 

He slowly removed himself from me, turning my body around so that I was facing him. 

“Who knew that you were such a wildcat in the bedroom my Sadie?” he teased, adding a term of endearment at the end. 

“Who knew the stuffy guy in the suit was all rough tattoos and muscles?” I joked back. 

“You wound me,” he spoke clutching his chest, “you didn’t mention a thing about my abilities in the bedroom.” 

“Sounds like you’re feeling a little insecure there mister.” 

He growled, “I’m fairly certain that was - what? - four orgasms I counted?” 

I giggled in response. 

He scooped me and walked us towards the en-suit bathroom, “Come on dirty girl, let’s wash you off in the shower so we can have round two.” 

The man was going to be the death of me, and I was going to love every second of it.

He positioned me under the warm flow of water as he grabbed some soap and started lathering me up. Naturally, he started with my breasts, and before I could even comprehend what he was doing, my n*****s were hardening under his touch. Pushing me against the shower wall for support, he slid his hand between my legs and started rubbing circles against my clit. I breathed in the feeling of him, as I watched his muscles tense with the movement. 

I leaned my head against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him working me up. Soon his fingers were sliding in and out of me, and I lifted my leg allowing him greater access. 

My moans echoed through the bathroom, as I found myself coming on Cole’s fingers. 

I opened my eyes and was met with Cole’s cocky smirk. While I admit, the man was damn good at this, I didn’t want him feeling too confident. So, I dropped to my knees and started working my hands up and down his c**k. Cole’s eyes flared in surprise as he widened his stance for balance. Challenge accepted. I slid my tongue down his shaft and felt him jerk in response. I decided to stop teasing and slid my entire mouth over his c**k, working my lips up and down. He gave a guttural groan at my movements, and fisted my hair. I watched his thighs tense and knew that he must be close. I didn’t relent, even when he fisted my hair harder, trying to pull me off him. “Sweetheart, I’m about to come,” he gritted. I ignored him and continued my assault, until I felt the salty stream of his c*m hit the back of my throat. I swallowed and continued working him until I knew he was finished. 

I stood up and grabbed the shampoo, as if what we did was a normal every-day experience. The chemistry between us was explosive. 

“I’m going to need a minute before heading into round two,” he grunted. I flashed him my winning smile and started washing my hair. 

“I think I like you in this mood,” he smiled back, and took over massaging my scalp. 

Who knew incredible s*x was what I had been missing in my life this whole time?