Seductive Chaos
Page 68
“I’ll whoopsie daisy your ass into the ground if you don’t shut up,” I warned, steering him into the bathroom.
“You gonna help?” Cole leered, using his hand to prop himself against the wall as he pulled out his dick and took aim at the toilet.
I hurried out of the bathroom, his drunken laughter following me.
When he was finished, he called my name and I helped him back to his bedroom. It was a pit. I tripped over a pile of clothes and beer bottles as I stumbled towards his bed.
I dumped him unceremoniously down on top of the covers and lifted his legs one at a time so that he was stretched out. I repositioned the pillow so that he was turned slightly onto his side, just in case he threw up in his sleep. No need for a Jimi Hendrix.
I started to stand up when Cole’s hand reached out and curled around my wrist. It wasn’t tight, but it was strong.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his eyes open in slits.
“I’ve got to get home, Cole. I have to work in the morning,” I argued.
Cole’s lower lip trembled and his face started to crumple. Shit, was he going to cry? First in the bar and now here? Who was this man and what he done with the arrogant asshat I was used to dealing with?
“I need you, Viv. I really need you. Please don’t leave me. I can’t be alone. I’m so tired of always being alone,” he begged and I crumpled.
He tugged on my arm and I scooted closer.
“Just lay with me. I miss holding you.” His voice began to waver and I knew he was close to unconscious.
Making my decision, I shuffled up onto the bed beside him and curled into his side. His arm came around my body and pulled me closer so that my back was pressed against his front.
His fingers laced between mine and I tucked our joined hands beneath my cheek. I felt him nuzzle into my hair and the soft, ghost-like caress of his lips against the back of my neck.
He let out a deep breath, as if he were finally, after all this time, content. I felt his body relax and soon his breathing was deep and even and I knew he had fallen asleep.
Pinned to his familiar body, enveloped in his scent, I listened to the gentle cadence of his breaths until I was able to follow him into sleep.
19
I had to be dreaming.
If I was, I didn’t want to wake up.
Because the tantalizing smell that filled my nostrils was familiar and had my c**k springing to attention. I could feel soft curves pressed against me, warm from sleep.
Her silky hair brushed my face, her hot breath on my skin.
I refused to open my eyes, worried that when I did, I’d wake up and find myself alone. And I couldn’t handle that. I needed this fantasy. I needed her here, lying curled against me.
I had to be asleep. Why else would Vivian be here?
And I wasn’t going to waste a perfectly good dream. I knew exactly where I needed this to go. It was my fantasy after all.
I traced my fingers along the lines of her body, taking my time as I made my way to the hem of her dress. I bunched the material in my hands and lifted it above her hips.
I ran my hand along the defined curve of her hip, slipping my finger beneath the thin string of her panties as I teased the sensitive skin.
Vivian groaned and moved restlessly as I touched her. I wanted to look at her. I wanted to see her gorgeous face flushed as she took pleasure in what I was about to do to her.
But I wanted this dream to last as long as I could make it. So I kept my eyes resolutely shut.
I found the wet spot on her underwear and grinned to myself. She wanted me. She always wanted me. I moved the insignificant piece of cotton to the side and ran my thumb along her clit.
“Oh god!” she groaned, spreading her thighs so I had easier access. I was slow and purposeful as I coated my fingers with her arousal. She was dripping with it and I could hear her pants coming loud and fast.
Not able to put off feeling her from the inside for another moment, I pushed two fingers deep inside, moaning as her muscles clenched down hard.
“Fuck,” I murmured, moving my fingers in and out. In and out.
“Cole,” Vivian rasped and I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes.
And I was shocked when she didn’t go away. She was still there. Lying in my bed, her hair fanned out around her. Her dark, red dress bunched up at her stomach and my fingers plunging in and out of her sexy body.
Her knees were bent, her hips rising to meet my hand as I pressed in as far as I could go.
She was here. Vivian was in my bed and I was touching her. Finally. God, how I had wanted to do this for so damn long.
Her eyes were still closed, her head thrown back and I couldn’t stop myself from replacing my fingers with my mouth. I had to taste her.
I covered her mound with my lips and suckled on her clit until she was bucking beneath me.
Her fingers curled into my hair and gripped painfully. I smiled against her and pushed my tongue into her pu**y. I lapped and licked until I tasted her coming in my mouth.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, followed by a string of curses that had my neighbor banging on the wall.
Even after she settled down, I didn’t stop. I kept licking and tasting her, not able to get enough.
I chanced a look up at her face. Her eyes were open and she was watching me between her legs. I couldn’t read her expression. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
But I knew what I was thinking. I repositioned myself and quickly got rid of my pants and boxers. I fit between her legs and grabbed her thigh, pulling her down the bed until she was lined up right where I needed her to be.
“You gonna help?” Cole leered, using his hand to prop himself against the wall as he pulled out his dick and took aim at the toilet.
I hurried out of the bathroom, his drunken laughter following me.
When he was finished, he called my name and I helped him back to his bedroom. It was a pit. I tripped over a pile of clothes and beer bottles as I stumbled towards his bed.
I dumped him unceremoniously down on top of the covers and lifted his legs one at a time so that he was stretched out. I repositioned the pillow so that he was turned slightly onto his side, just in case he threw up in his sleep. No need for a Jimi Hendrix.
I started to stand up when Cole’s hand reached out and curled around my wrist. It wasn’t tight, but it was strong.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, his eyes open in slits.
“I’ve got to get home, Cole. I have to work in the morning,” I argued.
Cole’s lower lip trembled and his face started to crumple. Shit, was he going to cry? First in the bar and now here? Who was this man and what he done with the arrogant asshat I was used to dealing with?
“I need you, Viv. I really need you. Please don’t leave me. I can’t be alone. I’m so tired of always being alone,” he begged and I crumpled.
He tugged on my arm and I scooted closer.
“Just lay with me. I miss holding you.” His voice began to waver and I knew he was close to unconscious.
Making my decision, I shuffled up onto the bed beside him and curled into his side. His arm came around my body and pulled me closer so that my back was pressed against his front.
His fingers laced between mine and I tucked our joined hands beneath my cheek. I felt him nuzzle into my hair and the soft, ghost-like caress of his lips against the back of my neck.
He let out a deep breath, as if he were finally, after all this time, content. I felt his body relax and soon his breathing was deep and even and I knew he had fallen asleep.
Pinned to his familiar body, enveloped in his scent, I listened to the gentle cadence of his breaths until I was able to follow him into sleep.
19
I had to be dreaming.
If I was, I didn’t want to wake up.
Because the tantalizing smell that filled my nostrils was familiar and had my c**k springing to attention. I could feel soft curves pressed against me, warm from sleep.
Her silky hair brushed my face, her hot breath on my skin.
I refused to open my eyes, worried that when I did, I’d wake up and find myself alone. And I couldn’t handle that. I needed this fantasy. I needed her here, lying curled against me.
I had to be asleep. Why else would Vivian be here?
And I wasn’t going to waste a perfectly good dream. I knew exactly where I needed this to go. It was my fantasy after all.
I traced my fingers along the lines of her body, taking my time as I made my way to the hem of her dress. I bunched the material in my hands and lifted it above her hips.
I ran my hand along the defined curve of her hip, slipping my finger beneath the thin string of her panties as I teased the sensitive skin.
Vivian groaned and moved restlessly as I touched her. I wanted to look at her. I wanted to see her gorgeous face flushed as she took pleasure in what I was about to do to her.
But I wanted this dream to last as long as I could make it. So I kept my eyes resolutely shut.
I found the wet spot on her underwear and grinned to myself. She wanted me. She always wanted me. I moved the insignificant piece of cotton to the side and ran my thumb along her clit.
“Oh god!” she groaned, spreading her thighs so I had easier access. I was slow and purposeful as I coated my fingers with her arousal. She was dripping with it and I could hear her pants coming loud and fast.
Not able to put off feeling her from the inside for another moment, I pushed two fingers deep inside, moaning as her muscles clenched down hard.
“Fuck,” I murmured, moving my fingers in and out. In and out.
“Cole,” Vivian rasped and I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes.
And I was shocked when she didn’t go away. She was still there. Lying in my bed, her hair fanned out around her. Her dark, red dress bunched up at her stomach and my fingers plunging in and out of her sexy body.
Her knees were bent, her hips rising to meet my hand as I pressed in as far as I could go.
She was here. Vivian was in my bed and I was touching her. Finally. God, how I had wanted to do this for so damn long.
Her eyes were still closed, her head thrown back and I couldn’t stop myself from replacing my fingers with my mouth. I had to taste her.
I covered her mound with my lips and suckled on her clit until she was bucking beneath me.
Her fingers curled into my hair and gripped painfully. I smiled against her and pushed my tongue into her pu**y. I lapped and licked until I tasted her coming in my mouth.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, followed by a string of curses that had my neighbor banging on the wall.
Even after she settled down, I didn’t stop. I kept licking and tasting her, not able to get enough.
I chanced a look up at her face. Her eyes were open and she was watching me between her legs. I couldn’t read her expression. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
But I knew what I was thinking. I repositioned myself and quickly got rid of my pants and boxers. I fit between her legs and grabbed her thigh, pulling her down the bed until she was lined up right where I needed her to be.
