Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“Yeah,” she admitted. “I think I did.”

“You never said anything before now.”

She shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t really sure if-if it was a good thing to need, you know? BDSM kind of got us into trouble in the first place.”

“No, Vincento was the cause of all our problems,” he told her. “He just used the guise of being a Dominant to lure us into his trap.”

“Like an ugly, nasty spider.”

Physically, Vincento was gorgeous, but on the inside, he was pure poison.

“How do you feel?”

She thought about it. How did she feel? Drained. Tired. But also . . .

“Empty,” she told him.

He frowned.

“No, it’s a good thing. Really,” she reassured him. “I’ve felt like a ball of emotion. And I couldn’t let any of it out. I buried it deeply. But now, it’s like it was given an outlet. I feel unburdened.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, kitten.”

She knew everything wasn’t magically better. But already, she felt like they were growing closer. Maybe they didn’t even need Jardin or another Dom. If they kept talking to each other, healing each other . . . except she still worried about Julian. He took far too much on his shoulders. He could use someone to share the load.

“Talking about feeling better . . .” She ran her hand down his chest and over his tight stomach. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. She undid the button and zipper, pushing his pants down to reveal his semi-erect dick. She ran a finger up the length. He let out a low groan.

“We don’t have to, kitten,” he told her. “If you’re not feeling up to it.”

“You promised,” she reminded him. “You said that if I was a good girl and lay still for my spanking, you’d eat me out. But maybe I’d rather have my reward a different way.” She scooted down the bed to show him exactly what she meant. She took him into her mouth, running her tongue over the head. Then she took him to the back of her throat.

His groan was deeper this time. He tangled his fingers in her hair but didn’t try to guide her movements as she sucked him inside her then slid her mouth back up his thick length.

“Your mouth feels so damn good.”

She drew back and pushed gently at his chest until he lay on his back. Then she grabbed his pants, pulling them down his legs. He helped by whipping off his shirt. She attempted to move between his legs, but he grabbed hold of her hips.

“No, sit on my chest.”

She frowned at him.

“Facing away from me,” he added.

Oh. She blushed slightly. But she straddled his chest then leaned down to wrap her hand around the base of his cock. And licked her way down his shaft. She was all too aware of her ass and pussy being on complete display to him.

But, hey, it wasn’t the first time, right?

She sucked on him, played with him for long moments before he wrapped his arms around her thighs and dragged her pussy down to his mouth. At the first touch of his mouth against her clit, she nearly came. She let out a quiet whimper, pausing to take in the feel of his tongue stabbing at the tight bundle of nerves.

Then he let go of her. “You stop, I stop, kitten,” he warned.

Oh, fuck. Can’t have that.

It was kind of hard to concentrate, but she had plenty of motivation. He pressed his tongue deep inside her pussy just as she took his cock as far as she could. She knew he had to be close, could feel how tense he’d grown by the hard, sharp gasps of his breath. He pulled his mouth free.

“I’m gonna come, kitten. Make sure you get every drop.”

Oh, he didn’t need to tell her that. She loved the taste of him. Loved the feel of him in her mouth. Thoroughly enjoyed doing this to him.