Westmore Obsession

Chapter Ten

I can still smell you on your panties, Lilybug. It’s driving me f*****g crazy.

My breathing pitched in my chest as I shoved the phone face down onto the granite

island. The metal backing clattered against the marble, a tiny, frantic sound in the

heavy silence of the apartment.

My skin felt hot and prickled with disgust. He was right down the hall. Just a few feet

away, holding my stolen underwear, taking pictures of himself while my brother, the

team's star captain, the guy everyone on campus treated like an ice god, was in the

room right next door.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my palms hard against the edge of the counter,

trying to stop the violent trembling in my knees. Don't throw up.

Just breathe. Do not let him win.

But amidst my revulsion, I still felt the heat pooling in my core. A sick part of me wanted

to look at the photo again; thinking of what dirty, humiliating things he might be doing to

my underwear made me flush hot all over.

A door clicked open down the hallway.

Heavy, familiar footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. Ethan re emerged, carrying the

effortless, imposing aura of the university's starting defender. He’d swapped his

sweatpants for dark jeans and his heavy black team hoodie. He was zipping up his

massive hockey duffel, his car keys jingling in his free hand.

"Change of plans, Lil," Ethan said, completely oblivious to the air being sucked out of

my lungs. He didn't even look up as he grabbed his wallet off the foyer table. "Coach

just texted. I have to run by the arena early to sign off on some travel paperwork before

ten-thirty."

Relief flashed through me for a split second. "Okay, good. I'll just walk over to—"

"You're not walking," Ethan cut in firmly, stepping into the kitchen and giving my

shoulder an overprotective squeeze.

"You're riding with Cole. He's dropping you right at the front doors of the humanities

building."

"What?" The word tore out of my throat, far too sharp, far too panicked. I grabbed

Ethan's forearm, my nails digging into the heavy cotton of his hoodie. "No! Ethan,

please… I can take the campus shuttle! Or I can wait for you…" I stepped back a little

when I realized I was acting weird.

"Lily, is something wrong? Are you scared of Cole?" Ethan asked, his brows furrowing.

"No, no... errmm, I just didn’t want to inconvenience you. And Cole, I mean," I fumbled

desperately.

Ethan shook his head, looking exhausted. "The shuttle stops at the quad. I'm not

having you walk across the quad alone while half the school is whispering behind your

back. Cole's car has tinted windows. He’ll drop you right at the steps, walk you inside,

and make sure nobody pulls any shit."

I sighed in resignation and nodded.

"I need to go, Lils, I’m late. Take care, love you," he said, kissing my forehead softly.

"I’ll take care of you."

I had to tell him the truth. I had to... but before I could open my mouth, Ethan pulled

open the front door and let it slam shut behind him.

I sat with myself in the heavy silence, fidgeting frantically with my fingers.

A heartbeat later, the bedroom door down the hall swung open.

"Don’t be nervous, Lilybug," Cole's voice drawled from the living room.

He’d changed into a fitted charcoal shirt that clung to his massive, lethal chest broad,

sculpted shoulders built for crushing opponents on the rink. His dark hair was damp

and pushed back off his forehead. He looked like what the campus worshipped him as:

a ruthless ice god.

Dominant. Completely in control.

How did he know I was nervous?

He glanced at me for a brief second. "You were playing with your fingers. You always

do that when you’re nervous," he explained casually, as if reading my mind.

Right.

My eyes fell down to his dark jeans. My gaze fixated on his groin. Did it look as big in

person? I shook my head violently inside my own mind. Focus, I chastised myself.

When I forced my eyes back up, he was watching me with a knowing, heavy smirk. He

turned, picking up his keys off the island.

"Let’s go."

I sat quietly beside Cole as he drove, his eyes focused entirely on the road. He had that

dark, distant power surrounding him, the quiet stillness of someone who knew the

entire campus was beneath him. We hadn't said a single word to each other, and he

had left me surprisingly alone... well, until this moment.

I caught him glancing at me as he made a sharp turn toward the humanities building

block.

"Do you want to see it?" he asked softly.

"Huh? S-se-see what?" I swallowed hard, my heart jumping into my throat.

He gave me a knowing smirk. "It gets so hard for you," he rasped. The smirk faded into

something far darker, his dark grey eyes hooded and intense. "Give me your hands,

Lily."

When I didn't comply, he reached out, grabbed my wrist in a vice grip, and pressed my

trembling palm directly over the thick bulge in his jeans.

"Take it out," he ordered.

I yanked my hand away, an explosive heat rushing to my face. He spared me one brief,

dark glance before yanking the steering wheel, pulling the truck into a shadowed,

hidden alley behind the building block.

"Take it out, Lily," he gritted out.

Desperation was written all over his sharp features. I had never seen him look like this

—the cold, untouchable star athlete completely unraveled by me.

"No," I said, my voice coming out shaky and weak.

He looked at me, his dark eyes begging, raw and undone. "Please, Lily..."

Cole... begging?

"Touch me," he whispered, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

I wanted him so much it hurt. Hearing him beg was doing something dangerous to my

insides. I stared at his lips as he licked them, knowing he didn't want to force me, he

wanted me to break myself for him.

Maybe that was why I leaned across the console, my trembling fingers reaching down

to undo his zip and pull his length out.

My breath hitched. It was terrifyingly big. Thick, purple, veiny, and pulsating with heavy

warmth. I’d never seen a man like this up close before, never touched anything like this.

My hands shook so badly I could barely hold him.

He let out a low, ragged groan, his head tilting back against the headrest. "I need your

mouth."

I stared at it, my pulse hammering in my ears like a war drum. I didn't know what I was

doing. I had zero experience, no guy had ever touched me like this, let alone the

campus ice god, who ruled the rink and this f*****g school. Nervous and clueless, I

leaned down and hesitantly licked the head, my lips trembling against his hot skin.

Cole let out a sudden, sharp breath, his hands twitching. "So you’ve not had your first

yet?"

My cheeks burned with raw shame. I didn't answer him, but my awkwardness gave me

away. Panic seized me, what am I even doing? I made a sudden effort to pull back and

sit up.

Before I could escape, his large, rough hand came up to cup the back of my neck,

"No, little Lily, you can’t stop now," he murmured, a thread of dark, dangerous

amusement laced in his low voice. "It likes you, Lily."

"Take it in your mouth." The desperate command returned to his tone, heavy and

suffocating.

I opened my mouth and tried to take him in, but he was too thick. My teeth accidentally

grazed his hot skin, and a knee jerk gag reflex caught in my throat, making me choke

softly. I didn't know how to breathe around him, didn't know how deep to go.

"Just like that, Lily... fuckkk, your mouth feels good," he rasped, his hand firmly guiding

my head down.

My eyes watered instantly as I awkwardly tried to wrap my lips around him, feeling

entirely overwhelmed by his size.

"f**k," he groaned, his hips giving a subtle, desperate twitch upward as my tight,

inexperienced mouth tried to swallow him.

"You like me f*****g your throat?" His voice felt strained, completely undone.

The sound of his ruined composure sent a sudden, filthy wave of arousal straight

between my thighs. I was making him lose control, me, inexperienced and clueless.

"You’re mine... you’re mine, Lily. f**k, this throat is mine. Lemme in, Lily... you feel so

good."

I tried again, pushing past my gag reflex, moving my head in clumsy, hesitant strokes,

learning the rhythm on the fly while his grunts filled the claustrophobic car. I didn't care

if someone walked past, or that I was supposed to hate him. The wetness between my

legs was burning, and I was desperate to please him. I really was so stupid.

"f**k, I’m cumming, Lily—"

He gave one final, ragged grunt, his hand tightening in my hair as he erupted in my

mouth.

I squeezed my eyes shut, choking slightly on the sudden, overwhelming warmth filling

my cheeks. I hated the taste, it was a strange, heavy mix of sweet, salty, and bitter.

Cole looked down at me, breathing heavily, his hand moving to gently frame my face.

His dark eyes were fixated on my slick, red lips.

"You look pretty with my c*m in your mouth," he murmured softly. "Swallow it."

I didn't want to. I shook my head against his palm, tears of embarrassment threatening

to spill from my eyes.

His lips curled into a faint smirk. His hand held my cheek tenderly, but his tone shifted

into an unyielding, absolute command.

"Swallow it, Lily."

I had no fight left in me. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and swallowed.

I opened my eyes just in time to watch the absolute, smug satisfaction spread across

his gorgeous, cruel face.

“Good girl"