Once Upon a Dare (Risky Business)(30)

When Cole’s tongue darted out, tasting her, she cried out with pleasure, hips bucking toward heaven. He placed a firm hand on her abdomen, pinning her back to the cool table. He seemed to know her body better than she knew it herself as his tongue circled her, slipping between the folds of her skin and sending electricity shooting through her.

How was she supposed to give this up? No man had ever given her the kind of sexual gratification Cole could provide. Whether it was experience or innate ability, she needed him. With him, her inhibitions were stripped away, leaving only carnal pleasure the likes of which no other man could match.

“Christ, you’re wet. You’ve been waiting for this all week, haven’t you? Waiting for me to lick you right… here.”

“Yes!” she cried out, desperate for more. She needed his tongue, his fingers, his cock. She needed it all. With all of her nerves firing, she gripped the edge of the table as her body tensed for release. She called his name, begging him to push her over the edge into oblivion, but he refused to let her go. He was enjoying himself, maybe as much as she was, though she didn’t know how that could even be possible.

Every time she neared climax, Cole pulled back. Damn him. He enjoyed controlling her. She knew it all the way down to her curled toes. He relished in the fact that he owned her body and could make it react to his every whim.

Olivia didn’t think she could take much more as his tongue stroked the elusive cluster of nerves with a thousand dirty names. When his fingers plunged into her, keeping pace with his tongue, it was almost too much to bear. Her body arched off the table, rocking against him and seeking an outlet for the tension that had coiled deep inside of her. She exploded, ecstasy flooding her body as her muscles went limp, her feet dangling over the edge of the table.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, she watched as he climbed to his feet. The hunger burning in his eyes called to her. He was far from finished with her and she needed to give him something in return. After all, he wasn’t the only one who knew how to give pleasure. With steady hands, Olivia reached for his belt. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and jerked him close. “My turn.”

Pressing her mouth to his, she ravished his lips. Their tongues battled for dominance, but in the end, she came out victorious. Cole would know the same pleasure he’d given her, but he also needed to know that she wouldn’t always succumb to him.

Olivia wrestled with his belt, her kisses growing more savage as desperation set in. “Where the hell did you get this thing? Chastity Belts ‘R’ Us?” Frustrated, she pinched his bottom lip between her teeth and held him there, releasing him only when his pants dropped to the floor and she was able to free his erection.

Stroking his length gently, she brushed her fingertips over the slick head.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “That feels so good.”

Cole wound his fingers through her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to him. His mouth burned a trail of kisses down the curve of her throat and she struggled to remember that this was about him. If this was the last time they came together, she wanted to make sure it was memorable for both of them.

Olivia dropped from the table, standing face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around her and she unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands over the chiseled muscles of his chest. He had beautiful skin, the kind most women would envy.

“You’re perfect.” She smiled. “But I guess you already knew that.”

Cole laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.”

“Good to know,” she replied, “because I have a destination in mind, just a little further south.”

His hands moved up her back and into her hair, snapping the rubber band that held her ponytail. He tousled her hair, losing his fingers in the strands of silk as she fell to her knees. Wrapping her hand firmly around his shaft, she sucked him between her swollen lips, taking him deep. She didn’t know how much he could take, but she’d find out soon enough. Olivia explored him with her tongue, teasing and stroking, finding dexterity she hadn’t known she possessed. He groaned for mercy she had no intention of giving.

Before she could finish, he brought Olivia to her feet and crushed her body to his, wrapping her tight in his embrace. He kissed her fiercely, reigniting the fire between her legs.

“Condom?”

“In my wallet.”

She grabbed his pants from the floor and handed them to him. He fished out the wallet and produced a foil square. He tore it open and unrolled it with experienced hands.

Determined to finish what she’d started, she threw him back on the table with a predatory smile. He stretched out, grinning appreciatively as she pulled up her skirt and climbed atop, straddling him. His erection reached for her, begging for her touch.

Wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, she guided him to her center, lowering herself onto him in one delicious thrust. As their hips came together, she knew they wouldn’t last long. She leaned back, enjoying the feel of his hardness sinking into her over and over. Riding him with a desperate rhythm, she ignored the pressure of the oak tabletop as her knees beat against it. Sex with Cole had that effect. Nothing else mattered when they were joined like this, wrapped in exquisite pleasure.

“I love the way your tits bounce when you’re riding me. I could watch you all night.” And then his hands were under her skirt, massaging her inner thighs. She nearly lost her mind. His roving fingers made their way to the V between her legs and when he rubbed his thumb across her clit, she moaned with pleasure. A few more strokes and their bodies exploded in harmony. Cole groaned, his release coming deep inside of her as her body clenched tightly around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from him. When it was over, she collapsed on his chest, utterly spent.