Ground Rules

My panties were off my legs with a single movement, and Cole’s strong hands pushed my thighs up high. “Can I taste you?”

“You don’t have to ask me. I trust you, Cole. Always have.”

Wait, I did? Cole’s eyes shut, and his breathing stopped. When they opened up again, I swore I saw them glistening before he dipped his head down and made my world spin. His tongue ran over my seam, and my vision grew blurry. “So good,” he mumbled, his words vibrating over me and sending tingles down to my toes.

“Cole,” I said again, but this time, it was because he was bringing me to the edge. “It feels too good.”

He stopped moving his mouth for a single second to replace his tongue with a finger. My legs spread wider, and he stared down at me like he was drunk. “I need you,” he admitted, flicking his eyes to mine. I could see his hard pulse beating against the side of his flushed neck, and my back bowed as he curled his finger. “I might come just watching you. You’re…fuck.” He looked away.

“Fuck me, then,” I said, grabbing onto his hand that was pumping into me. We locked gazes, and my body heated even more.

His head shook back and forth, his sweaty hair flopping. “Who the hell are you?” he asked. “It’s like you’re you…but…”

“I told you I wasn’t that same innocent girl that you used to hide away in the pool house with, Cole.”

Cole pulled his finger out of me, and I whimpered. The devilish grin that I used to look for on a daily basis appeared, and I knew what he meant. It was like we were us...but we weren’t. My jaw dropped when he placed his finger inside his mouth and sucked on it, licking the very tip of it when he pulled it back out. “I don’t know if I like that you aren’t my innocent Mazey girl anymore, but don’t worry, I’ll make you forget every other guy you’ve been with after this.”

I didn’t even have the guts to tell him that I already had.