Page 67 of My Last Fling
“Me, too,” I say, my admission barely above a whisper.
I know he heard me though, because he raises his head to lock that intense gaze on my face. He doesn’t say anything as we stand there, locked in some kind of conversation with our eyes. Whatever Cole sees in my gaze must satisfy him because his lips curve into a sexy little half-smile before he lowers his mouth to mine. The intensity of this kiss has somehow ratcheted up a notch from before, leaving me breathless as I cling to him. Why does this feel so right when I know it can’t last? I shove that thought from my mind as quickly as it enters, unwilling or unable to unpack that right now. Not when Cole’s taste is on my tongue and his hard body is pressed to mine. That’s a question for another time when I can think more clearly.
Planting my hands on his chest, I push gently but firmly, easing him back a few inches. When he turns a questioning gaze on me, I smile and reach for the belt tied at my waist. Cole’s eyes drift down to my hands, and I can see the heat and excitement in his gaze as he understands. Eagerly, he reaches out to help me, but I push his hands away.
He grins playfully. “I can’t unwrap my present?”
I shake my head. “Tonight, I’m in control.”
Cole’s face loses the playful grin and I see naked desire in his brown eyes when he looks at me. His jaw clenches as he pulls in a ragged breath, and I almost smile at the way he to struggles to hold himself back from reaching for me. He takes another step back so he can see all of me and now I do smile. I know he’s letting me take control right now. I also know how hot it makes him when I’m bossy. He loves it when I tell him how to please me. Tonight, I’m going to use that to make sure we both get what we want.
Slowly, I work the knot loose at my waist and let the coat fall open a few inches to reveal a glimpse of what’s underneath. I watch Cole’s eyes as they travel down the length of my body and see the exact moment when he realizes what I’m wearing. Or, more specifically, what I’m not wearing.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers.
The black corset hugs my curves and pushes my cleavage up to a spectacular height. It also gives my body an hourglass shape that I can only dream of having without it. The garters are clipped to black sheer, thigh-high stockings. Between the stockings and corset, a tiny, barely-there lace thong covers my pussy and leaves my ass totally bare. My feet are encased in a pair of 4-inch heels that bring me nearly to Cole’s height.
I know I look amazing. I’d seen the photos on Michelle’s computer, after all. It had been this outfit that had given me the confidence to stop denying what I wanted. I’d felt bold as I’d looked at those photos. Empowered. Strong. Sexy. I decided right then to stop settling. In my relationships and in my life. Michael was never going to be enough for me. I’ve known it for a while, even if I’d tried to ignore the fact. But I’m not doing that anymore. Tonight, I’m taking what I want, consequences be damned.
When Cole reaches for me, I shake my head and hold up a hand to stop him. Unsurprisingly, he complies immediately, his body going rigid before me.
“I told you,” I say, the heady feeling of power rushing through me. “I’m in control tonight.”
He grins. “Yes, ma’am.”
Even him calling me ma’am doesn’t irritate me tonight. For once, it doesn’t feel like a reference to our age difference. Instead, it feels more like him deferring to me. He’s acknowledging that he’s mine to command. That I’m in charge of what happens between us. It sends a rush of desire through me that has me nearly shaking with anticipation. I’m shocked my voice comes out steady when I speak.
“Take off your clothes and go sit on the edge of the bed,” I say, my words an order, rather than a request.
Cole smirks at me before backing slowly toward the bed, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. When the backs of his legs bump up against the bed, he stops, and his hands go to the elastic waistband of his shorts. I watch as he lowers the garment, taking his boxer briefs with them. His thick cock springs free, jutting out toward me and I lick my lips without realizing it. Cole sees it though and I watch as his smirk becomes a full-fledged grin. Slowly, he lowers himself down to sit on the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. I allow my gaze to travel over his naked body, appreciating the beauty of this man. I can admit to myself that I’ve never seen a more gorgeous male specimen. And tonight, he’s all mine to do with as I wish.
“Touch yourself,” I say. “Stroke your cock while I watch.”
Cole eyes me for only a moment before reaching down to grip his cock in one large hand. He doesn’t look away from me as his hand begins to move, sliding up and down his length. I watch for several seconds, mesmerized by the sight of him pleasuring himself. Who knew something like that could be so fucking hot? I let the coat slip down my shoulders and drop to the floor behind me as I step closer, so I have a better view of Cole jacking himself. His eyes roam over my body appreciatively before returning to my face. As I watch, a bead of moisture escapes the tip of his cock, glistening in the low light. I lick my lips again as I watch his hand swipe over it, using it to lubricate his hand as he works his length faster.
“You look so fucking sexy right now, Layna,” he says, his voice a raspy whisper. “Just looking at you has me wanting to blow my load.”
The smallest whimper escapes me at his words coupled with the erotic sight before me. He gives me a knowing grin, continuing his leisurely strokes. The taut muscles in his forearms strain with each movement, adding to the visual feast. My panties are soaked now, and I wonder if it’s possible to orgasm from visual stimulation alone. If so, this scene would do it for me. But we both know it’s not enough. Besides, I have no intention of letting him come before I can have him.
“Stop,” I order, my voice firm.
Cole immediately goes still, his hand still gripping the base of his cock. Slowly, I walk toward him, my hips swaying with each step. He watches me, his hungry gaze devouring me. When I’m close enough to touch him, I sink down to my knees before him.
“I want a taste,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. “Feed me your cock.”
He sucks in a ragged breath. This is beyond anything we’ve done before. Part of me wonders why I’m being so bold tonight, but the rest of me is just eager to have him in my mouth. I’ve given blowjobs before. I’ve even enjoyed it on occasion. But I’ve never been so excited to have a man’s cock in my mouth before this moment.
I open my mouth, letting him see my waiting tongue. He hesitates for only a moment before guiding his dick into my waiting mouth. He rests it on my tongue, unsure what to do next. Without taking my eyes off his face, I close my lips around the head and make a little hum of appreciation before swirling my tongue against the underside.
“Shit,” he hisses, his body going rigid.
I release him from my mouth. “More,” I say.
When he gives me a look of confusion, I reach over to his free hand and place it on the back of my head.
“More,” I say again, this time injecting a command into my tone. “I want it all.”
I can see the exact moment when understanding dawns and his eyes go dark and hungry with anticipation. Still, he hesitates.