Ground Rules

Cole started to thrust slower, making me sweat and whimper. His fingers dug harder into mine, pressing my hand further into the bed.

“Cole,” I moaned.

“I love hearing my name on those sweet lips.” His hips pounded into me harder and faster, and my eyes started to flutter. “Eyes on me.”

The second I snagged his gaze, I felt myself tip over the edge. My mouth was suddenly captured with his, his tongue drinking me in as a shudder wracked all the way down to my toes.

“Fuck,” he said into my mouth, pulling out quickly and gripping himself hard as I lay there, with him spilling out all over my belly. My mouth parted as I watched the muscles along his forearm bounce with the movement and the way his strong, chiseled jaw towered over me with his head tipped backward.

Fuck was right.

When he finally looked back down at me, still holding himself, he shook his head. “I will take this visual to my fucking grave, Maze. You naked, flushed with heat, with my cum all over your body. God damn.”

I let out a breath and shook my head at his filthy mouth. “So much for ground rules.”

“I told you there was an us.” He bent down quickly and kissed me again, and suddenly, I was heating up again. “We are what we are, babe. We’ve always been…”

“Different,” I finished for him. We were just...different.