“Almost at the party.” Cole kissed her. “You look stunning, by the way. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She relaxed into his lips and she felt the tip probe farther. She sighed, loving the depth Deacon took with it.
But just when it started to feel amazing, Deacon pulled it from her and tossed it to Cole. They twirled her around to face the doors, pulled the hem of her dress to cover her bottom just as the doors retracted. Abby realized they had arrived at the party and all the guests were staring at her and her eligible dates for the night.
19
Cole
He tucked the dildo inside his jacket pocket. He grinned, stepping out of the elevator with Abby on his arm. Deacon disappeared into the crowd, presumably to grab the first round of drinks. That little stunt in the elevator had made him so hard, he wanted to kiss Abby breathless.
“You ok?” He leaned over to her.
She nodded. Her cheeks were flush. He could tell her breathing was erratic. She was already so close to coming.
“Did you like it or not?” He wanted to be discreet with his line of questioning.
She nodded again. “I want more. I can handle it. I know I can.” She grinned up at him. “Maybe more vodka?” she suggested.
“Did someone say vodka?” Deacon appeared with three tall shots.
“Cheers.” Cole tipped his forward as they toasted and drank in big gulps.
Abby’s eyes looked bright. She bit her lip in that ridiculously cute and sexy way she had.
“Here.” Cole shoved his empty glass in Deacon’s hand. “I’m going to see if I can help Abby with some numbers.”
Deacon laughed. “I’ll be waiting for my baton pass off.”
“Oh my God,” Abby squealed. “You can’t say that.”
“No one knows what we’re doing unless you can’t keep those sexy sounds you make to yourself.” Deacon laughed.
Cole whisked her off to the side of the room. There was a band playing at one end. The room was thrown in darkness. He led her to the balcony. It was empty.
He pulled her toward a dark corner. The air was cool so high up from the city.
His lips crushed hers. His tongue circled insider her mouth while she threw her hands around his neck. She made a cooing sound as the kiss went deeper. He pressed his cock into her hip. He was so fucking hard. Slowly, he pulled the back of her dress, rounding it to the edge of her ass. He withdrew the dildo from his pocket and slid it along her hip, dipping it between her legs.
“Mmm.” She breathed heavily.
He wanted to fuck her with more than this. He wanted to be in her ass so badly it hurt. But hurting her was the last thing he wanted.
He wanted to sink himself inside her and bury his cock so far, she’d never forget their first time together. He wanted it to be epic. Beautiful. Memorable.
She wiggled backward, tilting up for him.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Oh yes,” she answered.
He rubbed the dildo between her legs, coating it in her honey.
“I could fuck your pussy with this and make you come.” He tempted her. “But I want you to tell me what you want, Abby. This is all about you. Tell me where to fuck you with this toy.”
“I’ve never said it before.”
“Say it to me.” He looked in her eyes. Damn. She was so innocent and pure. He could see the lifetime of hurt she had experienced. All he could think of in this moment was giving her pleasure. Giving her something beyond her wildest dreams.