Under Pressure
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“Long enough.” Eyes ablaze with heat and hunger, he looks down, and I follow his gaze to his cock.
I take in the long, hard length of him, and my body responds with a quiver. “Oh,” is all I can manage to get out as the air around us charges with sexual energy.
“Yeah, oh.” He grins. “Can we join you?”
“You think there’s enough room for the two of you in here,” I tease.
“I think so.”
“If not, we’ll have to a find a way to deflate little Cole.”
He laughs. “Little Cole?”
If I knew what was good for me, I’d put an end to this weekend right now, get out while the getting was good. But I don’t have the strength to deny myself what I really want, even though it goes against my best interest, so I crook my finger, and Cole climbs in. He slides big hands around my body, and I sag against him, his chest to my back, where I feel his strong heartbeat pound into my shoulder blade. I move against him, unable to get close enough as my breasts grow hot and achy. Why does it always feel so good to be in his arms? Why did I feel so lost when he left New York?
He puts his mouth to my ear, his hands caressing my bare skin. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” I say, even though my emotions are a chaotic mess.
“Just good?” His voice is playful as he grips my rib cage, his index fingers brushing my breasts. They swell beneath the rough pads of his thumbs and I moan, my body aching for something far more intimate. “Better?”
Playing along, I say. “Maybe just a bit.”
“Oh, is that right.” He splays his fingers and slides his hand down over my stomach. He cups my mound and squeezes, and I lean forward slightly to rub my ass against his cock, a vicious little tease.
“How do you feel?” I ask in return.
“You tell me.” He grips his cock, and from behind slides it between my thighs.
“Hard,” I say, and he laughs.
“Yeah.” He widens my sex lips and runs his finger over me, circling my clit, but never touching. My temperature rises, and my pulse kicks up a notch. “Still just ‘good’?”
“Still just good,” I lie, and undulate my hips to massage his erection and try to force his fingers inside me.
“Let’s see what I can do about that.” He lightly strokes my clit and I whimper.
“Yesss,” I hiss.
He takes his hands away, his breath hot on my ear. “That sounds like it’s better than just good.”
“Cole,” I say and move against him. “More.”
“More of this?” he asks and strokes my clit.
“Yes, more of this,” I say and shake with sexual need.
“It’s good, huh?”
“Really good.”
His hand slides lower and he inserts a finger. I practically come the instant he touches me. He pushes inside, strokes me deep, and rubs my clit with the top of his palm. His mouth goes to my neck, and he presses his hot lips to my wet skin. Sparks shoot through me, and I want to move, turn around and take his cock into my hands, but he seems to have other ideas.
Commanding yet soft, he grips the back of my neck and urges me forward, bending me at the waist as he walks me to the tiled wall opposite the hot spray. “Hands right here,” he growls, his voice deeper, rougher. He captures my wrists and flattens my palms on the wall, then nudges my feet with his to adjust my stance. “Don’t move,” he says, his breath playing down my spine. My entire body quivers as I offer myself up to him this way. He rubs my ass then gives it a little slap.
As a tremble moves through me, I hear the door sliding open and look at him over my shoulder. I whimper as he disappears from the stall. What the hell is he doing? I wait for a second as he hovers near the bathroom counter, and when I see him coming back, sliding a rubber over his hard cock, a surge of excitement races through me.
He steps back up to me, and he grips my hips. “Let’s see if I can make you feel really good,” he says, the heat in his voice exciting me even more. He positions his cock between my legs, rubs it over my clit until I’m near delirious, then probes my entrance. In one quick thrust, he drives into me. Oh, yes! I brace my hands on the wall as my legs go weak.
“I got you,” he murmurs, his arm circling my waist to hold me.
He inches out of me, then slides in, seating himself inside. “Feels so good,” I cry out.
“How does this feel?” His hips power forward, penetrating me deeper than ever before.
I claw at the wall. “Yes,” I groan. “More.”
He pulls out only to slam back in again. I can feel the tension rising in him as he pounds into me, reaching a fevered pitch that sends me soaring. My entire body quivers uncontrollably.
I’m a hot, trembling mess as my muscles spasm and suck him in deeper. Sex with your best friend might be wrong, but holy hell, it feels so right. Dizzy, wild, feverish with need, I rear back and meet each thrust. He reaches between my legs and applies pressure to my clit, teasing and tormenting an orgasm right out of me. Pressure builds, reaches dangerous proportions, and I moan and buck, wanting more…wanting everything.
“That’s it,” Cole says as an explosion tears through me.
“Cole,” I cry out, my entire body vibrating around his hard cock.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice falling over me. He grips my hips and holds tight as he releases high inside me. His pleasure resonates through me and brings on another hot flow of release. After depleting himself, he leans over me and dusts light kisses over my shoulder as I ride out the waves.
I gasp, but can’t seem to fill my lungs. “Breathe, Reese,” he says as he pulls out of me and puts his hands on my shoulders to spin me around. He pushes my hair from my shoulders and breathes with me. His gaze never leaves mine as he holds me until I’m no longer gasping. My heart pinches at the way he’s always taking care of me, making me feel special, important to him.
He dispenses with the condom, then reaches for me. “Come here.”
He turns us and walks backward until I’m under the hot spray. He grabs the soap, runs it over my body, then uses it on himself. All I can seem to do is stand there, lost in the haze of euphoric sex, and watch him.
After rinsing us both down, he turns off the spray, and I hear a knock on the door. I tense. Cripes, could it be the neighbors complaining at the noise level in room 201?
I take in the long, hard length of him, and my body responds with a quiver. “Oh,” is all I can manage to get out as the air around us charges with sexual energy.
“Yeah, oh.” He grins. “Can we join you?”
“You think there’s enough room for the two of you in here,” I tease.
“I think so.”
“If not, we’ll have to a find a way to deflate little Cole.”
He laughs. “Little Cole?”
If I knew what was good for me, I’d put an end to this weekend right now, get out while the getting was good. But I don’t have the strength to deny myself what I really want, even though it goes against my best interest, so I crook my finger, and Cole climbs in. He slides big hands around my body, and I sag against him, his chest to my back, where I feel his strong heartbeat pound into my shoulder blade. I move against him, unable to get close enough as my breasts grow hot and achy. Why does it always feel so good to be in his arms? Why did I feel so lost when he left New York?
He puts his mouth to my ear, his hands caressing my bare skin. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” I say, even though my emotions are a chaotic mess.
“Just good?” His voice is playful as he grips my rib cage, his index fingers brushing my breasts. They swell beneath the rough pads of his thumbs and I moan, my body aching for something far more intimate. “Better?”
Playing along, I say. “Maybe just a bit.”
“Oh, is that right.” He splays his fingers and slides his hand down over my stomach. He cups my mound and squeezes, and I lean forward slightly to rub my ass against his cock, a vicious little tease.
“How do you feel?” I ask in return.
“You tell me.” He grips his cock, and from behind slides it between my thighs.
“Hard,” I say, and he laughs.
“Yeah.” He widens my sex lips and runs his finger over me, circling my clit, but never touching. My temperature rises, and my pulse kicks up a notch. “Still just ‘good’?”
“Still just good,” I lie, and undulate my hips to massage his erection and try to force his fingers inside me.
“Let’s see what I can do about that.” He lightly strokes my clit and I whimper.
“Yesss,” I hiss.
He takes his hands away, his breath hot on my ear. “That sounds like it’s better than just good.”
“Cole,” I say and move against him. “More.”
“More of this?” he asks and strokes my clit.
“Yes, more of this,” I say and shake with sexual need.
“It’s good, huh?”
“Really good.”
His hand slides lower and he inserts a finger. I practically come the instant he touches me. He pushes inside, strokes me deep, and rubs my clit with the top of his palm. His mouth goes to my neck, and he presses his hot lips to my wet skin. Sparks shoot through me, and I want to move, turn around and take his cock into my hands, but he seems to have other ideas.
Commanding yet soft, he grips the back of my neck and urges me forward, bending me at the waist as he walks me to the tiled wall opposite the hot spray. “Hands right here,” he growls, his voice deeper, rougher. He captures my wrists and flattens my palms on the wall, then nudges my feet with his to adjust my stance. “Don’t move,” he says, his breath playing down my spine. My entire body quivers as I offer myself up to him this way. He rubs my ass then gives it a little slap.
As a tremble moves through me, I hear the door sliding open and look at him over my shoulder. I whimper as he disappears from the stall. What the hell is he doing? I wait for a second as he hovers near the bathroom counter, and when I see him coming back, sliding a rubber over his hard cock, a surge of excitement races through me.
He steps back up to me, and he grips my hips. “Let’s see if I can make you feel really good,” he says, the heat in his voice exciting me even more. He positions his cock between my legs, rubs it over my clit until I’m near delirious, then probes my entrance. In one quick thrust, he drives into me. Oh, yes! I brace my hands on the wall as my legs go weak.
“I got you,” he murmurs, his arm circling my waist to hold me.
He inches out of me, then slides in, seating himself inside. “Feels so good,” I cry out.
“How does this feel?” His hips power forward, penetrating me deeper than ever before.
I claw at the wall. “Yes,” I groan. “More.”
He pulls out only to slam back in again. I can feel the tension rising in him as he pounds into me, reaching a fevered pitch that sends me soaring. My entire body quivers uncontrollably.
I’m a hot, trembling mess as my muscles spasm and suck him in deeper. Sex with your best friend might be wrong, but holy hell, it feels so right. Dizzy, wild, feverish with need, I rear back and meet each thrust. He reaches between my legs and applies pressure to my clit, teasing and tormenting an orgasm right out of me. Pressure builds, reaches dangerous proportions, and I moan and buck, wanting more…wanting everything.
“That’s it,” Cole says as an explosion tears through me.
“Cole,” I cry out, my entire body vibrating around his hard cock.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice falling over me. He grips my hips and holds tight as he releases high inside me. His pleasure resonates through me and brings on another hot flow of release. After depleting himself, he leans over me and dusts light kisses over my shoulder as I ride out the waves.
I gasp, but can’t seem to fill my lungs. “Breathe, Reese,” he says as he pulls out of me and puts his hands on my shoulders to spin me around. He pushes my hair from my shoulders and breathes with me. His gaze never leaves mine as he holds me until I’m no longer gasping. My heart pinches at the way he’s always taking care of me, making me feel special, important to him.
He dispenses with the condom, then reaches for me. “Come here.”
He turns us and walks backward until I’m under the hot spray. He grabs the soap, runs it over my body, then uses it on himself. All I can seem to do is stand there, lost in the haze of euphoric sex, and watch him.
After rinsing us both down, he turns off the spray, and I hear a knock on the door. I tense. Cripes, could it be the neighbors complaining at the noise level in room 201?
