On the Edge (24 page)

Cole doesn’t even pull out of me as he walks us to the bathroom. Once there, he slowly dislodges from me, sets me on the bathroom counter, moves toward the shower, and turns on the water. Not a word has been spoken since he fucked me hard up against the wall. He moves back between my legs and kisses me swiftly but thoroughly.

“Kitten, that was so worth the wait. Give me a few minutes and I’m going to be hard for you again,” he says while grinding into me and giving me proof that he is already semi-ready. I instinctively lift my hips to meet his. I’m completely lost in my lust for him. He lifts me up and steps into the shower with me. The water cascades down on us as we kiss each other passionately. I slowly slide down from him as our kiss breaks. He begins washing my body. I stand there, letting him have complete control. I have no energy to do anything else because I’m still recovering from the furious fucking. When Cole turns off the water, we step out. He wraps a towel around his waist, and then takes his time drying me. I stand there paralyzed by how tender Cole is being with me. I’m beginning to have doubts about leaving in the morning. I want to stay wrapped in his arms forever.

He leads me back into the room and as he drops his towel, he gently pushes me onto the bed. I have a good indication of what he has in mind by his stiff erection and the lust gleaming in his eyes. My stomach does a flip as his gaze meets mine. I’m lost in him. Those pretty eyes suck me in. As he parts my legs, he kneels and I know what is coming next. He has done this enough over the last few months that my pussy quickens in anticipation of him burying his face and tongue in me. His tongue assaults me in the most tantalizing ways as he stiffens it and dives in hard, using it to fuck me in a way only he can. He withdraws his tongue as he sucks me fully into his mouth, causing me to squirm under him. He holds my hips steady as he continues sucking on my clit. I’m losing my mind as he literally sucks an orgasm out of me. Just as the orgasm builds, he stops. He loves to bring me to the edge, stop, and then start all over. His tongue lightly flicks my clit over and over, then a little nip, followed by a suck, and he repeats the process all over again.

Cole knows what to do with his mouth. I’m a writhing, moaning mess on the bed. Just when I think I’m going to have to beg Cole for the release I crave, he slides a couple of fingers into me and angles them until he finds my sweet spot. The last few months have been spent thoroughly exploring each other in every way we could without actual intercourse. He knows what it takes to make my body hum. In a way, we do belong to each other, at least until I leave in the morning.

That thought makes me almost lose the flow of what we’re doing. I mentally clear my head and focus on Cole’s fingers sliding in and out of me, massaging me on the inside as his tongue masterfully laps my clit. Before long, the crest builds, and I swear, if Cole pulls back this time, I might kick him. This is going to be a powerful orgasm because Cole taught me how to squirt. It doesn’t happen like this every time but when it does, it is pure heaven. He gets off on me doing that. He steadily laps, swallowing my juices as I come down from the intense orgasm. When he finishes, he gives a final hard suck that covers my pussy and makes me cry out. He always does that when he knows my clit is the most sensitive and takes great pleasure in making me cry out.

He covers my body with his and I feel just how hard he is. Instinctively, I reach down, grab his cock, and stroke him. His mouth captures mine in a heated kiss and I taste myself on his tongue, making me hotter.

I love to taste myself on his mouth. I love even more when we’ve been in a 69 where his taste in my mouth mixes with my taste in his mouth. The fact that I’ve been able to keep from fucking his brains out during those times is a testament to the will power we’ve both had.

His cock throbs in my hand and I slowly release it. He is quick to maneuver us up on the bed and he leans over to a side table to grab a condom. It dawns on me that we didn’t use one the first time. Let’s hope my birth control is working properly. He tears the wrapper with his teeth and removes the condom, tossing the wrapper and rolling the condom down his cock. My tummy tightens at the same time as my pussy. Then he slides an arm under me, lifts my ass off the bed, and presses slowly into me. He stretches me, the glorious feeling of the fullness of his cock filling me. He slides in until his balls slap against my ass and I can feel just how deep he is in me. He stops, reaches up beside me, and grabs a pillow. He folds it over and slides it under me as I lift my body up to help him. He takes me with long, slow strokes that have sweat breaking out across his body as he works himself in and out of me.

I don’t know how he maintains his pace because I’m having a hard time not screaming at him to go harder and faster. My legs work their way around his waist, gripping tight, pulling him deeper into me, and eliciting a moan from him. I feel as if his cock is bottoming out inside me. Once again, an orgasm builds from how he hits me at the right angle. I lose myself in the feel of him gliding into me then pulling back slowly before thrusting back in in a sensual rhythm over and over. I call out his name in one long moan as my walls clench around him and milk his cock as yet another mind-blowing orgasm washes over me. I thought with my orgasm complete, Cole would speed up, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps the same intense pace, and every so often, leans further down to kiss me lightly on the mouth.

After several stolen kisses, I reach up, grab his head, and pull him down for a mouth fucking. I want to be one with Cole in so many ways. When he snatches the pillow out from under me, he shakes from the control he’s exerting.

“Cole, please,” I plead.

“What do you want, Kitten?” he rasps out.

“You. Harder. Faster,” I cry.

My words break through his control and he pounds into me as I cling to him. His shaking increases as he nears his completion and then becomes erratic as he loses himself in the pleasure, groaning my name as he stills inside me. He holds himself stiff as his release spills into the condom. I giggle as I wonder if the condom can hold the load that seems to be coming out of him.

Cole looks at me with a what-the-fuck look, which makes me giggle again.

“Kitten, why are you laughing?” he asks.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that, as you finished, a funny thought crossed my mind.”

“So, you found something amusing and weren’t focused on making love?”

“Cole, I was! It actually had to do with us making love.”

It’s then I realize we both said making love. Suddenly, I’m not laughing or smiling any more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, concern filling his voice.

“Nothing,” I whisper. My body tenses with the lie. I need to stop letting thoughts of my departure ruin this night for us. I want every memory I can have.

Cole leans down again and takes my mouth in a kiss. I’m going to miss this so much. I’m going to miss Cole, miss kissing Cole, miss wrapping myself around Cole.

Falling in love with him was stupid, but it didn’t change my plans. I have to get out of this town before I die a slow painful death. I need to get away from the awful memories that living here holds for me. Only in the last six months have I felt any kind of happiness in Belmont.

Cole slides out of me, climbs out of the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom. I hear him disposing of the condom and cleaning up, and I lay there in the bed with thoughts of how wonderful it is to make love to Cole. It is mind-blowing, earth shattering, just everything you know it’s supposed to be.

He crawls back into the bed and flops down, and as he situates himself, I start to turn towards him, but instead, he pulls me close into him. He holds me, placing small kisses on the back of my neck, which in turn, makes me shiver.

“Kat.”

I can’t say anything because I’m fighting tears, and if I open my mouth, I will start sobbing.

“Kitten,” he tries again.

I manage to mumble a mmmm.

“That was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. I want you to know that, and I’m glad you made me wait. It was worth waiting for you.”

“Cole, you mean more than anyone else has ever meant to me. Drew is the only person I’ve ever cared about. I met you and knew I was in trouble. I was drawn to you from the beginning.” I stop as I choke on my sobs. I cannot let Cole see me upset. I have to keep my wits about me.

His hold tightens on me and then his breathing becomes slow and steady. Before long, he’s sound asleep. When his grip loosens, I carefully slide out of the bed, and almost sigh with relief when I make it without waking him. I quietly pick my clothes up off the floor and make my way into the bathroom to dress. I shut the door and turn on the light, and my reflection in the mirror reveals a glow I’ve never seen before. It makes me pause for a moment. I grab my bag, dig out my phone, turn it on, and send a text to Bruce to let him know I’m ready. After quickly dressing, I go back to the bed and place the letter I have for Cole on what should have been my pillow. I can’t help myself as I lean over and kiss his lips one last time. I’m coming back one day, but I know Cole will never understand my need to leave town. I slip out of the room and make my way down the hallway.

“What are you doing, Kat?” Julie’s voice scares me, causing me to jump. How I keep from screaming is beyond me.

“I’m not doing anything,” I say quietly

“Really? Is that why you’re sneaking off like a thief in the night?”

Tears pour down my face. I try to brush them away, but it is useless. I reach into my bag for the letter I was going to leave with Bruce. When I hold it out, she takes it from my hand.

“Don’t read it until I’m gone, please?” As I start to walk away, something stops me, and I turn back towards my best friend and sister, and wrap my arms around her in a hug, which she gives back. We hold each other for a moment, and when we pull away, we both hold tears in our eyes.

“I love him, but I can’t stay. I’ve worked too hard for college and to get out of this town to piss it away over a guy.” I sob as I step into the elevator. Bruce waits in the lobby. He walks up and stops, looking deep in my eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Kat,” Bruce says before we pull off in the car.

“Yes, I do.”

I cry all the way to the airport. I cry as Bruce hugs me goodbye. I cry as I wait for the plane to take off. Once the plane is in the air, I curl up in my seat and fall asleep, crying and dreaming of pretty eyes that used to look at me lovingly.

“Shorty, you need to wake up.”

Luke’s voice is right in my ear, so I swat at him, wanting him to go away. I feel like I just went to sleep.

“Go away,” I mumble and pull the covers over my face, only for him to yank them right back off.

“Seriously, Shorty, you need to get up.”

Something in his voice tells me I need to focus on him, but exhaustion keeps pulling at me to go back to sleep.

“What time is it?” I ask while trying to stay hidden beneath the covers.

“It’s 9am, but that doesn’t matter. You need to call Bruce now,” he says, his words clipped and hurried.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Luke, but Bruce can wait until I’m more awake. I groan and try to turn away.

“Katarina!”

That sends me sitting upright and in my hurry, the sheet falls to my waist. He never calls me by my full name unless he needs to get my attention.

“Fuck, what’s wrong?” My naked breasts are on full display, and when he doesn’t stare with his normal heated look, I know that whatever it is, it’s bad. “Luke, you’re scaring me now,” I say, and as I wake a little more, I scan his face in search of an idea of what’s happened.

“Shorty, you need to call Bruce. He needs to talk to you.”

Before he’s finished speaking, I have my phone in hand and Bruce’s number dialed.

When Bruce answers the phone, I can tell the news isn’t good, and my heart rate increases.

“Katarina.” Bruce’s voice drifts softly over the line. “It’s Drew.”

Terror strike my heart, and my body trembles in fear of what Bruce is about to tell me.

“What about Drew?” I clench my teeth to stop their chattering, and try to stay calm until I know exactly what is going on.