that first kiss, his hard body holding her captive against the wall as he whispered what he wanted in her ear. Her body had sung in agreement, her mind, shocked and dazed from the images, had kicked in with an instant defense: her smart mouth.
It had been over two years.
She sat down on the bed, still naked, her cunt wet, throbbing at the memory.
“Can you take the heat, baby?” he had whispered to her, holding her against the wall as he ground his cock between her thighs. “I won’t lie to you, Tess. I want you bad.
But I’m not one of your little college boys that you can mess with. I want you tied to my bed, screaming, begging for me. I want to pump my dick in that tight little ass of yours, I want to hear your cries while I’m buried there and fuck you with a dildo bought just for that tight cunt of yours.”
She shook now in remembered arousal and hot desperate need.
“Sure,” she had bit out. “And then I can fuck your ass next!” He had had the nerve to laugh at her. Laugh at her as his fingers sank into the wet, tight grip of her pussy and her orgasm rippled over her body. She’d gasped, feeling the slick heat as it pulsed through her vagina, washing over his fingers. Then he had slid them down to the tight little hole he had promised to fuck, one finger sinking in to its first knuckle, sending a flare of pain through her body that she had enjoyed too much to be comfortable with.
Tess remembered her fear, throbbing as hot as her lust. She had pushed him away, trembling, unfamiliar with the hot pulse of hunger that had flared in her, unlike anything she had known before. And he had watched her, his cock a thick, hard outline beneath his pants, his eyes dark as she stood before him trembling.
“Pervert!” she had accused him.
His lips had quirked, his eyes flaring in anger.
“And you?” he asked her. “What does that make you, baby? Because sooner or later, you’ll have to admit you want it.”
“What, raped?” she had bit out.
His eyes suddenly softened, a strange smile quirking his lips.
“Never rape, Tess. You’ll beg me for it. Because we both know you want it as much as I do. My cock sliding up your tight ass while you scream for me to stop, then screaming for me to never stop. You’re mine Tess, and I know what it takes to give you what you need. When you’re ready to accept that, let me know.” Tess shook her head. Wanting it and accepting it were two different things. She had dreamed of it ever since, too humiliated to ask him for it, and he refused to offer a second time.
She touched her smooth, waxed pussy, her eyes closing as she lay back on the bed.
The thought of what he wanted terrified her, yet it aroused her to the point of pain. The thought of his cock, so thick and hard, easing into her ass as he penetrated her wet, pleading cunt with a dildo, her tied down, unable to fight, unable to escape whatever he desired, had her soaked with need. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew enough about Cole to know he would never hurt her, but he could show her things she wasn’t sure she was ready to know about herself. He could show her a part of herself that she wasn’t certain she could handle. That was a frightening thought.
Her fingers eased through the shallow, narrow crease of her cunt, circled her clit.
He had promised to eat her there. To run his tongue around her clit, suck it, eat her like honey, a lick at a time. She shuddered, moaning, imagining her finger was his tongue, licking at her cunt, lapping at the slick heat that soaked her pussy. She circled her clit, whispering his name, then moved her fingers back down to the desperate ache in her vagina. She penetrated the tight channel with two of her fingers, biting her lip, wondering how thick and long Cole’s fingers would be inside her. He had such a big hands, he would fill her, make her scream for more.
He had whispered the dark promise that he would fuck her ass, take her there, make her scream for him. She bit her lips, her fingers moving, one inserting into that tiny, dark hole while she wished she hadn’t packed her vibrator so quickly. As her finger passed the tight entrance, she allowed two fingers of her other hand to sink into her vagina. She could hear his voice in the back of her mind, feel his finger, thicker than hers, spearing a dart of pleasurable pain through her as he pierced her ass. And he had told her, warned her he would fuck her there.
Her knees bent, her hips thrusting harder against her own fingers as she imagined Cole between her thighs, licking her, fucking her with his fingers, driving her over the edge as they fucked into her; her cunt, her ass, until—
She cried out as the soft ripples of release washed over her. Her vagina clenched on her fingers, her womb trembling with pleasure. It wasn’t the release she had Lora Leigh experienced with Cole’s fingers or her vibrator, but it took the edge off the lust that seemed to only grow over time.
CHAPTER TWO
It wasn’t enough. An hour and a cold shower later, Tess’s body still simmered with need. Stretched on her bed, her body sheened with sweat as she fought for orgasm, she cursed the phone when it rang at her side. Grimacing when it refused to stop, Tess reached over, grabbing the receiver.
“Hello.” She tried to clear her throat, to still her rapid breaths, and hoped she could explain it away if it was her father. She didn’t want him to know his daughter was a raging mass of horny hormones ready to explode.
There was a brief silence, as though the caller were weighing his words.
“Feeling better?” A trace of knowing mockery, a deep, sensually husky voice whispered the words.
Tess flushed at Cole’s voice. Damn him.
“I haven’t been sick,” she bit out, her eyes closing as her vagina pulsed. She smoothed her fingers over her clit, feeling the increased stimulation there. Damn, she could get off with just his voice.
“No, just trying to get off,” he said lazily. “I would help. All you have to do is ask.” Ask, ask, her inner voice begged.
“In your dreams.” She winced as the words burst from her mouth. Damn him, he put her on the defensive faster than anyone she knew.
“It would appear in yours as well,” he said, his mockery suddenly gone. “I know how you sound when you’re aroused, Tess. Don’t try to lie to me. Let me hear you.
Touch yourself for me.”
Tess felt her breath strangle in her throat.
“You’re a pervert, Cole.” She fought for her own control at the sound of that sexy voice. “Isn’t phone sex illegal?”
“I’m sure most of what I want to do with you could be termed illegal,” he chuckled.
“Let’s talk about it, Tess. Come on, tell me what you were doing to yourself. Are you using your fingers or a vibrator?”
“I do not have a vibrator.” She clenched her teeth over the lie.
“Dildo?” he whispered the words heatedly. “Are you fucking yourself, Tess?
Thinking about me, how much I want you?”
“No!” She clenched the receiver in her hand, shaking her head despite the fact that her fingers had returned to her suddenly pulsing cunt.
“I’d like to see you in my bed, Tess, your legs spread, your hands touching your pretty cunt, fucking yourself. Did I ever tell you I bought that dildo I promised you? It’s nice and thick, Tess. Almost as large as my cock. I want to watch you use it. See you fuck yourself with it.”
“God, Cole,” she gasped. “We’re on the phone. This is indecent.” But her fingers were sinking into her cunt.
“What were you doing before I called, Tess?” His voice was dark, hot. “I know you were touching yourself. I know the sound of your voice when you’re ready to come, and you’re ready to come, baby.”
“No—” She tried to deny the obvious truth, but she couldn’t keep her breath from catching as her fingers grazed her clit once again.
“Son of a bitch, Tess,” he growled. “Are you close, baby?” His voice deepened. “If I were there, I’d make you scream for it. I’d fuck you so deep and hard you wouldn’t be able to stop it. You’d cum for me, Tess. Come for me
