Dare Me More

Chapter 9

By the time we left the bar it was 3.40am, and most of my friends passed the tipsy stage. I waited with them in the cool air of the night, sober enough to keep an eye out for their ride. Joanne and Zachary wished me another happy birthday before taking an Uber home, promising me we’ll catch up once they officially come back from their trip. And Cole... 

    Cole stayed with me. 

    “You’re not going home?” I asked him as we rounded a corner of a street near a bar. I recognised it as the same place Oliver and I had a drink in my attempt in getting over Cole. An attempt I’m thrilled failed. 

    Cole stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Only if you are. I can’t leave you abandoned in the city, walking home alone.” 

    “Who’s saying I’ll be going home alone?” 

    It was a bold move, one that I knew would get me in trouble if Joanne had stuck around to hear. Cole regarded me carefully, a hint of a smile carved to his mouth. Maybe he’s hanging back because he thought about the prospect of coming home with me tonight. And no one was around to see or know. It’d just be us.  

    He must have saw the decision on my face. A spark lit up in his deep blue eyes, and I felt the determination as he came towards me, interfering my personal space. I craned my neck up to see him better. The surrounding people continued on their way and despite being in public it felt like we were in our own domain.  

    His thumb swiped my cheekbone. Our lips pressed into each other, softly. Cole whispered against my mouth, “Will you come home with me?” 

    “Yeah,” I said, inhaling deeply. “I’d love that.” 

    He kissed my forehead and then arranged an Uber to take us to his. I texted Monica to let her know I wouldn’t be home, all the while holding one of his hands.  

    My heart swooped–but not from nerves. I had sobered up ages ago, but the adrenaline never left my system. Finally, alone time with Cole. I couldn't have wanted anything more.

    A black Merćedes pulled to a stop in front of us with an Uber tag on the window. Cole helped me inside before slipping in behind. While the Uber driver made conversation with Cole, I allowed my fingers to travel all along his features, stopping to admire the shape of him whenever I saw fit. When that wasn’t enough my mouth attached itself to his ear, earning a sturdy groan from Cole. It fuelled me up. I wanted more. 

    “Jacky,” he warned me, “be patient.” 

    “I’m done being patient tonight.” I crossed my leg over his thigh, the circle skirt of my dress playfully riding up. I rubbed the exposed surface of my skin, itching for his large hands to take over. If only they moved and did what I wanted them to do. 

    Cole’s jaw locked. “He can see us.” 

    His whispered claim did nothing but make me wetter.  

    "I don't care."

    "I'll get a bad rating." His lips brushed against my ear, but they grazed behind it moments later. My leg rubbed higher. A small growl emitted from his throat. "You're bad, Jacky."

    I teased him as long as the drive took, keeping my hands on his face, on his chest, on his thigh, rubbing so close to his pelvis he had to press my hand down with his own. It didn't stop my leg from tracing the same pattern over, or my other free hand, fingers roaming around his mouth, wanting a taste.

    The car pulled to a stop, right in front of a unit with black fencing and mowed grass. Cole and I parted to get out of the Merćedes but rejoined at the pavement, clasping our hands together. My legs felt like jelly as we walked to the front door, heels scraping the back of my feet raw. I kept up a strong appearance as he opened the door, letting light in his place.  

    Funny enough, I never been to Cole’s place before. I knew he didn’t live far from the city, or from me, but to be in his home was a different wave of adrenaline. After tonight any boundaries we’d have would be well and truly over: I'd have to put up the student appearance and pretend to have no personal correlation with Cole–even though my heart protested. 

    We walked through his messy living room filled with blankets, clothes and papers, before reaching the simple kitchen with a yellow globe. He removed his jacket and laid it on the chair, leaving me gliding behind to prevent the ache in my feet. I could take them off, but I adored the way it sounded against his floorboards. 

    “Want a drink?” he asked, parting the door fridge open. “There’s water, sprite, beer, orange juice.” 

    I leaned against his bench top. “Water’s fine.” 

    He turned back my way in surprise, flicking between my face and my breasts. “Not even a beer?” 

    “I promised someone important I’d stop drinking.” My thumb brushed the charms on my bracelet. “I’m keeping it.” 

    Cole stood with ease. “You drank tonight.” 

    “It was my birthday,” I said, quirking an eyebrow at him. “And I didn’t purchase any drinks, I had everyone else do that for me. Including you.” 

    His steps were agonisingly slow when he came back towards me, eyes roaming my body in a way that made me want to play. “Drink. It’s still your birthday.” 

    “It’s past midnight,” I remind him. 

    “It’s not the next day until we sleep.” I kept my body arched as he brushed his hand against my lower back. “It’s still your birthday. You can have whatever you want.” 

    “It that right?” 

    When he pressed his pelvis up against me, I didn’t feign my excitement any longer. My neck rolled to the side while he pulled me straight, flushing his chest with my back. Flattened hands splayed on my stomach and a stubbly chin rested on my bare shoulder, pulling and pushing the red fabric of my dress, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted it off yet. We swayed in our own circle, no music but the cars zooming past, complete in our own minds. His breath smelt like the drinks we shared in the bar and the promise of it mingling with my own. 

    “What are you waiting for?” I turned in his arms, his hands now at the curve of my arse. I pinched the collar of his shirt. “r****h me already.” 

    He laughed in his mouth before slanting his lips over mine, holding me close and breathing me in. For a harsh moment he captivated my entire being before muttering, “The bedroom.” 

    “What?” 

    “I was deciding where I want to have my way with you, and I think I can wait till we get to the bedroom.” 

    I checked the messy living room, and its couch piled with stuff. “I can’t.” And with that, I pulled him with me until he lied on top of me with my head resting against the cushion. 

    He kissed me longer than I would’ve, but the gesture made my body loose and ready for him. I thrusted upwards, edging him on until he didn’t have a choice with the pace. He peeled my heels off and rubbed the red marks, kissing his way down until I parted my legs for him. His head disappeared underneath the skirt of my dress, and all I felt was his hot mouth against my underwear. 

    The material rubbed my core, but it was Cole’s mouth that made me close my eyes. He played until I was sure my wetness was seeping through, until he pulled away to tore the black little thing off. His tongue dived right in, hands groping my thighs apart to lick deeper. Deep into the blissful foreplay where my moans left my body without a decent fight, Cole muttered everything he wanted to do with me in the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen counter, and in the Uber’s car, building up the intensity in my lower belly before I erupted with a heartened moan. 

    It took me a moment to get my bearing's, but once I realised that Cole pulled an o****m out of me, I wanted him to do it again. 

    “Change of plans,” I said breathlessly. “We need to get in that bedroom right now.” 

    Cole bounced to his feet. “Thank fuck.” 

    He scooped his arms underneath me, picking me up in bridal-style, and headed for his bedroom with me squealing in his arms.  

    The door opened. 

    It closed. 

    Cole placed me on the bed where he helped me out of my dress. He watched me undo the strapless bra, and I watched him unclothe himself until we were both naked. I had nothing to hide; I wanted him to see and what I offered, and when Cole leaned down to kiss me, I knew he saw it. 

    It happened gradually, like a slow dance, before we finally joined with my legs wrapped around his waist. Spikes of pleasure ran up my spine as he buried his head in my shoulder, rocking us together in unison. My cheeks hurt, and I didn’t realise why until Cole leaned his forehead against mine, smiling down at me. This. This moment here. A flow so easily constructed it made me believe we were always meant to be together.

    When Cole reached his c****x, he stayed still on top of me while I brushed my fingers in his hair and along his shoulder blades, the curve of his sweaty back, and the fine hairs that stood promptly while goosebumps trailed after. I've never done this before; having a body rest on mine intending to stay, bonding with just our pressed bodies as though this was the only form of language. I took my time having him here, desperate to push away the uncomfortable weight until I couldn't bare it any longer. 

    He breathed out before rolling over on his bed, pulling me instantly to his side.

    "Amazing," he said, staring at the off-white ceiling with the light on. 

    "I think I might want to do it again with you."

    An abrupt laugh. "Right now?"

    "No!" I nudge him lightly on his shoulder. "I need a minute."

    Cole rolled until he faced me, blue eyes holding mischief. "Don't wait too long, I might want round two."

I awoke in comfort and bliss. 

    Morning bloomed a white hue behind the curtains of the bedroom, washing me in warmth, nothing like my bedroom at home. I knew Cole was still asleep by the soft flow of his breath and the motionless grip he had around my waist. Our naked bodies, probably coated in a thin layer of sweat from our adventure last night, felt like matched-made puzzle pieces. 

    I blinked away the sleepiness before carefully rolling towards Cole. His arms tighten the deeper I snuggled into his chest, the shadow of his beard scratching my head as it lied on top. We stayed there that way while I drifted in and out of sleep, not dreaming at all yet dreaming all at once. Only when Cole woke up was when I did too.

    We stayed in the sheets staring at each other, fingers splaying across each other's backs and arms, like we're finding it difficult to process how we finally got here.        

    I whispered, "Do you think we'd have trouble keeping this from everyone? I'm finding it hard to imagine it all."

    He shut his eyes.

    "So long as we keep our distance in public and choose our words appropriately we should be able to fool them."

    Carefully, I sat up, exposing my naked body before towering over him. "Then let's use our time wisely." I kissed the corner of his jaw, and his hands splayed out on my back. "If I don't get another moment with you again before I leave, I think I might just lose my mind."

    Cole licked his lips. "That's the most dramatic thing you've ever said." He lowered me to his kiss.

    Before we could fully embrace each other, my phone buzzed with notifications, emitting a laugh from Cole. "Someone's popular."

    "Don't worry about them." I was in such a lustful state I didn't care what was happening around us. "Come on, I need you inside of me."

    Cole shook his head. "So impatient."

    He flipped us over until I lay on my side with one of my legs hooked over his shoulder. When he filled me I gripped the bedsheets hard. When he moved, the sheets parted from the mattress, and it left me with nothing to hold on to. Cole f****d me with a harder pace.

    Once we finished and moved to clean ourselves up, I finally succumbed to my phone to see what the fuss was all about.

    Several text images from Oliver featuring Cole and I holding hands and getting into a Merćedes. Below them, five unquestionable exclamation marks followed by a violent, "What the f**k".