Coletrane (5 page)

Her nipples budded. My cock turned rock solid. Her hips gyrated. I grasped her slender waist through the silky top, my fingertips brushing the undersides of heavy, unfettered tits.

I withdrew my lips from hers, the soft wet separation making her gasp. A lazy smile tipped the corners of my lips as I observed her. Her hair a little messy. Her eyes hazy and hooded. Her cheeks blooming with pink. And her lips . . . swollen and shiny.

And suddenly Brodie called out amid a roar of whistles and stomping feet, “Way to own it, Probie!”

Sin didn’t react as I expected by hiding her face against me. While I flipped two middle fingers at Brodie, she merely rolled her eyes and grinned.

“Is it always like this?” she asked.

“Pretty much.” My thumb skimmed across her pouty lips. “They’ve never seen me with a chick before so they gotta get their full amount of dip-shittery in while the getting’s good.”

“Oh really?”

“Huh?” I stared at her, running my fingers through the bright blonde waves.

“You’ve never kissed a woman in here?”

“Does that make you happy?”

“Does that mean I’m special?” She stroked her fingertips along the curve of my hard jawline.

“Oh, I’d say you already know that.” I winked.

Then, taking her in my hands, I lifted her up and plopped her back onto her own chair, because I didn’t intend to give the fuckheads any more ammo.

“So, tell me about the car.” I bent my elbows on the table, cradling my beer between loose fingers. The chains on my wrists rattled, the muscles in my forearms flexed and released.

“Is that what makes me special?” She tilted her head, twirling a long curl around her finger.

“High class girl like you with a seriously hot ride?” I shrugged. “It definitely has me intrigued.”

“I’m a bonafide gear-girl.” She leaned in closer. “My daddy and I mess around with the cars. He worked his way through law school as a mechanic.”

Sin, in coveralls, wielding a pneumatic wrench?

Goddamn.

I reached over and snagged her hand, threading our fingers together. “Your father worked his way up?”

“Yes. It’s my mom’s side that has the family money, the Fairleys. Her parents definitely did not approve of Dad.” She laughed, a nice full throaty sound. “The way he tells the story of their courtship, he just says he was a
persistent sumbitch
and no one was going to stand in the way of his and my mom’s relationship if he had to cart her off to Vegas to elope with her.”

“Did they? Elope?”

“Didn’t have to in the end. Big Pop came around . . . eventually. Now he and my dad even golf together. Although I think Dad only took up golfing to forge a bond with Big Pop. He’s not really into
that boring old fart Sunday shit
.”

I barked out a laugh. “I might like the old man.”

“
Hmm
. You might.” She smiled one of those award winning smiles that knocked my heart for a loop. “So, Dad sticks to his litigation, and I get to dole out the Fairley money. I was practically raised at the headquarters and took over from my mom a couple years ago.”

“So you know your way around a boardroom
and
an engine block?” This woman just kept getting hotter and hotter.

My gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips that tasted so good, to the nipples pearling beneath the thin top. I could almost make out the color, the pink smudge beneath her light gray, body-skimming shirt.

Sin continued to talk, but my attention had definitely drifted.

I played with the delicate skin on the inside of her arm. I’d been right about not tattooing her. Her skin was too perfect. Her nipples, though? I was definitely piercing those babies. My nostrils flared, and a wash of her perfume rolled over me. I dragged my bottom lip between my teeth, imagining a shiny chain running from one of her tight buds to the other.

“What are you staring at?” She sighed in pleasure as my fingers continued to lightly coast up and down her arm.

“Well, your tits to be perfectly honest.” I frowned in concentration, staring even harder.

Yanking her hand back, she proceeded to cross her arms in a huff. And
bingo
! She pushed her tits up and closer together, pressing out the nipples even more prominently.

“Precious, I hate to break it to ya, but that ain’t helping matters one little bit.” Fuck. I felt saliva pooling in my mouth.

I wanted to pop her breasts free and suck on them right then and there.

She stood up abruptly, dropped her arms, and braced her hands on the table. Leaning over in front of me, those gorgeous mounds almost brushed my lips. And the cleavage shot? Well worth teasing it out of her.

“How’s this, Cole? Is this helping?”

I peered at her breasts with a strangled groan as my cock knocking against the zipper of my jeans.

Pulling her down with my hands in her hair, I laid into her with a rough, hungry kiss. The sucking and plundering and devouring went on as I shoved back my chair, stood up, and brought Sin directly against me.

I cupped her full bottom and the back of her head, and the kiss went on and on until too much pressure built up. Breaking free of her lips, I stared down at her.

“Let’s get out of here.” My voice sounded low and gruff, but it cut through the sound of catcalls and whistles aimed at us.

“What exactly are you proposing?” Her fingers stole beneath the hem of my shirt, and she scratched right above my heavy belt buckle.

My abs contracted and my cock pulsed heavily. “Come home with me. I want you all to myself.”

Her palm started moving south, and I gripped her wrist, stopping her. “
Uh uhn
. You want the goods, Sin, you’ll get ’em. But not here. And not until I say so.”

She kissed the center of my chin then the side of my jaw. “What are you waiting for?”

“You need to say yes.” My skin tingled wherever she touched.

“Yes, Cole. Take me home.”

This was either the most stellar idea I’d ever had or seriously fucking stupid. My best intentions had been shot to hell. I’d just have to deal with the fallout. At that point I didn’t care.

I needed the woman.

Rushing her from the clubhouse amid hoots and hollers, I barely even glanced at Kinkaid as he shot me a skeptical look. Maybe he too wondered if I was good enough for the glam babe, or if we were one big mismatched mistake.

It didn’t matter. I was about to find out how hard Sin wanted to take it.

Outside, the sweltering August heat felt like a slap in the face.

I propelled Sin to her car. “You gonna show me what you can do in this thing?” I took her keys and opened the driver’s side door.

She sat inside and pulled in her legs, giving me an amazing view of her thighs. “You want to watch me handle a stick shift, baby?”

Her hand caressed the stitched black and white leather knob, and I curled my fingers around the door. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Hop in.”

I strolled around the hood with the Firebird emblem in hot reds, oranges, and black. As soon as I was strapped in, Sin turned the ignition, eased up on the clutch, and my first fantasy about her came true.

Holy fuck.

I’d never experienced anything as insanely hot as her controlling that mighty beast of a Trans Am.

THE TRANS AM ROLLED into my parking spot. Sin hit the breaks. The engine growled—in gung ho mode. I knew that feeling. The ride had been nothing short of horny. Sin pushed it to the limit, handling the car with total, sexy ease.

I got out and loped around to Sin’s side. I liked the way she waited for me to open the door and help her out—she was a woman who knew she was quality.

With a flash of those long bare legs, she slid up against me. Her body felt incredible, curves in all the right places the perfect counterpoint to the hard muscles of mine.

Brushing the hair back from her temples, my fingers lingered at her neck where her pulse drummed against my skin. I leaned down and tasted her lips, quickly delving into her mouth before retreating with a smile.

“I hope you’re ready for this, precious, because I’m gonna eat you up.”

“Out here?” Her pale green eyes twinkled.

I pulled her away from the car and guided her up the steps that created an open breezeway in the apartment building. My place was at the top and overlooked a tennis court.

“You play?” she asked.

I unlocked my door and ushered her inside. “Hardly.”

Flicking the light switch, the tidy, tiny living room shifted into brightness, and just then a calico fur ball darted into the kitchen with screeching yeowl.

“What was that?” Sin pointed after the fleeing feline.

“I dunno. I think it’s a cat.” I rubbed a hand over my chin. “Could be a cross between a porcupine and an overgrown chipmunk? I call it Pincushion.”

As she giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.

In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.”

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.

A sneer of lust crossed my face, and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” She gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting.

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“
Mm hmm
.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.

She approached slowly and perched next to me.

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”

She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.

Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.

Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”

I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”

“Of course not,” she snapped.

“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”

“You’re a good girl?”

Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.

I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”

Again with the hesitant nod.

Jesus.

I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”

She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.

My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”

Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”

“Vanilla sex?”

Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.

“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.”
Kiss.
“Slow.”
A lingering touch of my tongue on hers.
“. . . anal.”

Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.

After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”—
goddamn understatement
—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”

I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”

Lifting her in my arms, I carried her through to my bedroom. I kicked the door shut before Pincushion got any funny ideas about pouncing on us mid-fuck.

As I set Sin on her feet, she glanced around. There wasn’t a lot to take in, but just like the rest of the joint, it was neat and clean.

My fingers beneath her chin, I turned her face toward me, and she blinked quickly. “You nervous?”

“A little.”

Rubbing her arms, I smiled. “You don’t need to be. I’ll stop anytime you say. But trust me. You won’t.”

“You’re very confident.”

“Yeah.” Swooping down, I descended on those tight nipples that had teased me all night long.

She gasped, then moaned, as my tongue rasped her hard bud, my thumb and finger pulling on its twin. With her back bowed over the forearm I slid around her waist, I sucked her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. I left the first one prominent and wet before turning to the other. The pink peaks becoming visible in the circle of transparent material, I cupped her breasts and bounced them in my hands.

“Damn, precious. You’ve got incredible tits. Wanna see them.” I peeked at her just once to make sure she was okay—her eyes half-mast, her body trembling—before I lifted the hem of her top.

Skimming my rough palms against her dewy skin felt like heaven. When my fingers grazed the bottoms of her breasts, her eyes slammed shut. The shirt lifted, draped around my wrists with the heavy chains that looked so at odds with her creamy skin. Her nipples popped out—deep red, striving upward.

I kept going higher until her arms raised, and I whipped the shirt off, tossing it away. Her skin glowed. There was an amazing teardrop shape to her tits. The nipples puffed up—candy to suck and bite.

I pulled her against me and kissed her with my tongue sliding deep into her mouth until my breath chugged inside my chest. She undulated her hips against me, hitting the thick hard rod of my cock.

“How does that feel?” My eyelids dropped heavily.

Her mouth moved to the side of my neck, her hands busy beneath my muscle shirt. “So good.”

“Gonna get better.”

I latched onto her neck, scenting that sweet skin then licking it as her breath threaded in and out.

With a frustrated moan, her hands climbed to my pecs, the shirt barring her progress.

“Take it off me.” I drew back.

Sin worked quickly, ridding me of the shirt. “Love your body. Your ink. Wanted to stare at you forever the other day.”

I looked down, willing myself to remember the sight of Sin—downtown, smart as hell, sexy Sin—rubbing her face against my chest while her hands slipped to my ass.

She squeezed and I thrust forward, a grunt rolling out of me.

Her hands were all over me, her wispy white-blonde curls tickling, her lips and tongue sucking my nipples that pinged hard. Her tongue twirled around the barbells. Her fingers dug into the slabbed muscles of my ribs, drifting to the tight coils of my abdomen and the line of dark brown hair that stretched from my belly button to my belt.

Then she brought her long vamp red fingernails into play. I bit my lip, forcing down a loud groan when she dragged furrows along my entire torso.

I reached low, grabbing her wrists. “Gonna get you naked now.”

Kneeling in front of her, I worked off her sandals. I slid my fingers up her legs. Legs she spread wider, one hand planted on my head. She gusted out a moan as I coasted up her thighs.

Encountering thin straps low on her hips, I followed them around to her ass beneath the skirt.

“A thong?” I snapped the thin lacy band nestled between her ass cheeks.

She nodded.

I hoped it was white, and wet through.

The material clung to her pussy, but I pulled it free and slowly lowered it down her legs. The scrap of lingerie appeared. Pristine and white like I’d though. The center absolutely soaking wet, as I’d wanted.

I held them up to my face. “Looks like I got you hot.”

“Yes.” Her hips knocked forward.

“I want you to be dripping down your thighs.”

She stood before me in nothing but the flippy skirt.

I sat on the edge of the bed. “Take off the rest.”

Sin reached behind, shoving out her tits. Blonde curls cascaded to her shoulders.

“Should I turn around?” The skirt slid to her hipbones.

“Depends if you want me to see your pretty pussy first or your hot ass. Up to you.”

A naughty gleam shined in her eyes. “Both. At once.”

Pivoting on her feet, she lowered the zipper, slipped the skirt down her waist, and gave me everything.

Bending forward, she spread her legs, opening the bright jewel between her thighs.

My cock was enormous in my jeans. Wet. Pumped and ready. Too ready.

I reached into the bedside drawer and found the new cock ring. Just feeling it cupped in my palm was like having the hard cold metal band around the base of my shaft.

I didn’t know if I’d use it, but I’d definitely be using something on Sin tonight.

Dropping the ring on the bed, I stood up behind her. “Beautiful, Sin.” I handled her supple backside. “Get on the bed. On your back. Arms raised.”

“Why?”

I walked to my dresser where I took out two lengths of soft rope I stretched between my hands. “These are for your wrists. I might not do your ankles. Depends.”

“On what?”

“How good you follow directions.” I slapped the rope against my palm, wishing it was a leather-lashed flogger.

Her green eyes flared. “What directions?”

Snapping a coil around one of her wrists, I pulled up her arm and secured it. I lapped the hot furious pulse at her collarbone, moving to the other side. “No touching.”

“Well, how can I when you have me tied to your bed?”

“Exactly.” I smugly smiled, seeing Sin all stretched out. “Do I need to do your feet too?”

“Unless you want me to kick you.”

“Remember, precious. You told me to do it.” I looped two more ropes over her ankles, giving her enough room to wiggle and nothing more.

Fettered and stretched out on my bed, Sin was the peak of perfection.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

A ripple moved down her body, and I hoped it was excitement.

“Exposed,” she breathed out.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sin.”

Her eyelashes fluttered at my compliment. I walked slowly around her, lightly tracing the skin of her neck and shoulders, her arms and legs. Goose bumps rose on her flesh in my wake, and her breathing picked up as she watched me.

“Gorgeous. Goddamn stunning.” I shook my head for a moment, the muscles in my body tensing.

Control?

Shit, I’d barely started with her, and I was on the verge of pouncing on her.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Relaxing a little in the restraints, she smiled, a glimmer in her eyes.

“It’s gonna get better.” I winked at her.

Before she could say anything else, I leaned over her and tongued one tight nipple, getting it nice and wet. I did the same with the other then dragged my lips all over both perfect tits until they were shiny. Her hands clenched the restraints as I stood again.