Made for You (Cole 2)

The back of the house was lined with six arched windows, each open to the outside, no glass to spoil the view. Beyond the windows was a balcony that was set high about the vineyard below, offering a view of endless rows upon rows of grape vines. From the front of the house, it wasn’t even apparent that the back of the house was raised, yet the picture from the back offered a view from a perch, high above the vineyard below and the rolling hills in the distance.

We stepped outside onto the balcony and Jack wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.

“Beautiful.” Jack’s voice was so close to my ear, it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Yes, it’s absolutely incredible.”

“And you smell good too.” He buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath, absorbing my scent.

I turned. The feel of his rock hard body behind me, and his voice so close to my ear, sent a shudder through my body that Jack had to have felt. Would there ever come a day when being so close to him wouldn’t send my body into a frenzy? I put my hands flat on his chest, splaying my fingers out to feel the hard muscles beneath. I looked up and found Jack watching me, his beautiful green eyes blazing with desire.

“Need you now, babe.” His voice was low and serious.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“It’s been hell the last few weeks. All I could see whenever I closed my eyes was you touching yourself for me that night.”

My heart rate sped up thinking about the night I masturbated for him over a video chat while in the back of the tour bus.

Jack began unbuttoning my blouse. “Out here or in the house?”

“In the house.”

Jack nodded. He took my hand and started to walk toward the house, but I stopped him.

“Is there anyone else on the property but us?”

“Not for miles.”

I smiled a devilish smile. “In the house now, then outside later.”

“That’s my girl.” Jack reached down and picked me up and put me over his shoulder, not stopping until we had reached the bedroom.

He placed me on my feet and wasted no time in removing my skirt. He took a step back and looked at me in my new lace boy shorts. “Pink lace.” His low simple words emanated his desire.

I smiled at his reaction. I knew that he liked me in pink and lace, so I’d knowingly put the two together, wearing a pale pink set of boy shorts and a matching demi cup bra.

“I need to be inside you now, babe. I’ll take my time and make it up to you later.” I had no doubt that he would.

It turned me on immensely knowing that I brought such a powerful man to the point where he lost control and his need became feral. He took off his pants, not wanting or being able to wait for me to undress him. Then he walked me over to the footboard of the oversized sleigh bed and gently turned me, directing me to lean down over the footboard.

I felt his hard c**k push against the top of my ass as he reached around and felt my wetness between my legs. He groaned as he realized I was already ready for him and he quickly positioned his shaft into my wet slit and pushed inside of me in one long deep thrust.

I gasped at the intense feeling of being filled so fully.

“You okay, babe?” His voice was gruff and he struggled to still himself while he waited on my response.

“God yes, please.” My voice was barely a whisper as I pushed back and ground hard against his thick erection, already deeply seated inside of me.

“Fuck, Syd.” Jack pulled out and began to thrust into me deeply, over and over, each time pounding harder than the last.

After a minute I felt a build and began to join him, pushing back and meeting his punishing rhythm with each thrust as he sank deeper into my wetness. A moan escaped my throat and Jack must have sensed my impending orgasm. He shifted his hips lower, changing the position of his thrusts, slightly lifting my ass so that my toes were barely on the floor.

His thick shaft swelled and the new position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, sending me spiraling over the edge of my orgasm. I moaned Jack’s name, trying to tell him I was there so that he could join me, but he already knew. I heard Jack whisper my name as he found his release, sending a jolt of thick heat coursing through my already trembling body. The sensation extended my orgasm, allowing us to ride the wave of pleasure together until we were both exhausted.

Eventually he pulled out of me and turned me around, reaching down and lifting me, cradling me in his arms as he moved us to the bed and gently placed me down on top of him. I was lying completely on top of him, yet I seemed to fit perfectly where I had settled.

Jack chuckled to himself. “I thought about pulling over on the side of the road to do that. You would look incredible bending over that little convertible.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Because if anyone else got a look at that sexy little ass of yours, I might have to chase them down and beat the hell out of them.”

I laughed. “So is that what you were thinking about while we were driving through the beautiful calm scenery?”

The playful sound of his teasing response warmed my heart. “Yep. And remember that stone wall that you thought was so beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“I wanted to bend you over that too.”

We both laughed. The lightness of our conversation was exactly what I needed after our intense activity. We talked for an hour or two, Jack’s hand tenderly caressing up and down my body the whole time.

I propped my chin on my hands on his chest and looked up at his face lying beneath me. Jack looked down at me and pushed a stray tendril of hair behind my ear, waiting for me to speak.

“So what am I supposed to wear, since you wouldn’t let me take any clothes?”

“I had Chloe send ahead two silk nightgowns and a bathrobe.” Chloe was Jack’s personal shopper, who I’d met a few months earlier. She had impeccable taste and picked out clothes for me better than I could have myself.

“Any underwear?”

“Nope.”

“Just two silk nightgowns and a robe?”

“I don’t plan on having you wear those most of the time either.”

“How will we go to the store?”

“Don’t need to go to the store.”

“What about food?”

“Had the house stocked before we came.”

“What if I want to go outside?”

“Go outside. The closest house is six miles away.” Jack was stroking my hair and stopped.

“What?”

“Just wondering if we have a stone wall out there in the vineyard.”