Holding the bottle to her, he asked, “Can you please hold this?”
Rachel reached out a trembling hand and took the bottle from him as he moved his hands behind her and unsnapped her bra. Throwing it on the bed, he stepped back to look at what he had just revealed.
“You look so fucking corrupted right now. Your hair is all wild and crazy. It looks like you’ve had my hands in it while I’ve been inside you for hours. Your breasts are a work of fucking art, but the best part, my dear wife,” he told her as he licked his top lip, “is you holding a bottle of wine as you kneel there with your bare breasts in your innocent little panties.” Stepping back to the bed, Cole asked, “Not so innocent though, are you, Rachel?”
“No,” she breathed out on a needy sigh as he reached out for the bottle.
“Lie down in the middle of the bed. Put your hands up over your head, touching the headboard.”
Rachel’s heartbeat sped up as she moved to the center of the mattress. Lying down, she raised her hands above her head and squirmed a little at the moisture that had soaked through her panties to mix with the wetness from the wine between her thighs.
Cole’s cock was hurting as he climbed up onto the bed. It currently hated him from denying it access in between Rachel’s sweet, tight thighs. But tonight, he wanted to play, and for quite some time, he had been dying to do what he was about to.
With her arms stretched out above her head, her breasts were pushed up together, plumping them out to him like an offering. It was one he was about to take. Moving over on his knees to her side, he looked down at her as he straddled her waist.
“There’s one rule tonight. No touching. Hands stay on the headboard. Got it?”
She nodded as her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip.
Raising the bottle, Cole tipped wine onto her stomach, and leaning down, he kept his eyes on hers as he licked it off. Moving to the piercing in her navel, he nibbled around and dipped his tongue into the small indentation before sitting back up.
Shifting up her body, Cole rose up on his knees right above her breasts and raised the bottle, spilling the wine down over his own body. As it spilled over his chest and stomach, it gathered and slid off his cock. He glanced down to see Rachel’s eyes riveted to him, and her mouth was slightly parted as her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took.
“Definitely not innocent.” He chuckled as he raised his arm and poured the wine over himself again, getting his cock nice and wet as it hovered above her.
As wine dripped down between her breasts, and into her cleavage she gasped as it trickled down to her neck before sliding behind her.
Raising the bottle to his mouth, Cole drank the final remnants of wine and let the bottle fall onto the bed as he moved over her to grip the headboard she was hanging on to. She looked up at him with lust-heavy eyes as he let a wicked smile curl his lips. Lowering himself down until his stiff cock was nestled between the two most beautiful breasts he had ever seen, Cole rocked his hips, thrusting his shaft up between them. A low moan left her mouth as her eyes watched his pierced cock pushing forward between her breasts.
The wine made her skin slick and allowed him to move back and forth with ease as he started to flex his hips. He hadn’t been exactly sure how Rachel would react to this, so when her mouth opened on every thrust forward of his hips, he felt desire shoot through him all the way to his balls. His woman was so fucking turned on that he could feel her pushing her hips up into nothing as he continued working himself between her breasts.
“Your breasts are so fucking sexy. Round and soft, they feel amazing around my cock.”
As the last word left his mouth, her eyes shut, and he felt her buck up hard behind him.
Fucking hell, did she just come with no other stimulation than me talking?
White-knuckling the headboard, Cole snapped his hips faster as he looked down into wide blue eyes that were cloudy from, Yes, her own climax. He knew what he wanted, and he didn’t care that it was slightly barbaric, just like he didn’t give a fuck that what he wanted was possessive as hell. As his climax spiraled down his spine and gathered in his tight balls, he let go of the headboard, scooted back, and gripped his cock in his hands.
As her breasts heaved, she continued to keep her hands in place as Cole started to pump his shaft with hard and fast strokes. As her eyes ran all over his sexed-up body—from his chest, to his cock, and finally, to the piercing that she seemed mesmerized by—it didn’t take him long. Cole felt his climax hit him, and as he dropped his head back, he came all over her belly and breasts with a loud groan.
Rachel could barely form a coherent word as Cole came, groaning her name.
Fuck. The possessive way he is now looking down at me—I want that look forever.
He swung his left leg over her and leaned down quickly to kiss her forehead. He got off the now wine-stained mattress and made his way into the bathroom. As he came back to her, he was wiping a cloth over himself.
When he stopped silently beside the bed, Rachel asked, “So, does this mean we will be going through a lot of mattresses?”
With a decadent grin, he ran his eyes over her where she was lying spent in her ruined panties. “Maybe I should buy stock in Sealy.”
“Good thinking,” she replied as he crawled back onto the bed and made his way over to her. “Because that, Mr. Madison, was fucking hot.”
29
On Friday night, Rachel waited beside Cole outside of Mason and Lena’s condo. She couldn’t help the quick glances she kept throwing his way as he stood there, staring at the door. It had been several minutes, and he still didn’t seem like he was about to raise his hand and knock.
Turning to him, Rachel touched his shoulder. Cole looked down at her, and she found herself offering him a soft smile.
“You okay?” she asked.
He pushed his hands into his jeans. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Rachel didn’t buy it for a minute. “Funny, you don’t seem fine.”
“I suppose I’m nervous.”
“Nervous, huh? The Cole Madison? Mr. Cool, Calm, and Collected is nervous?”
He ran the back of his index finger down the bright purple streak in her hair. “You’re the only person who seems to see that side of me,” he admitted. “Or maybe I should say, you’re the only person who brings out that side of me.”
Rachel placed her palms on his chest as she stood up on her tiptoes. “You have nothing to be nervous about. I love you, and my family will love you, too. They just need to get over the shock.”
Bringing his hands up to cup her face, he laid his lips to hers. “I hope so.”
“Cole,” she said as she pulled her lips from his, “I know so. So, let’s do this.”
Just as he was about to knock on the door, the elevator dinged behind them, and Rachel turned to see Josh and Shelly getting off. As they started walking toward them, Josh had his arm firmly wrapped around Shelly’s waist. She looked up at him, laughing at a comment he must have just made. As they continued forward, Josh turned his head, and when he saw them standing there, his smile pulled tight, but he nodded in their direction as they stopped in front of them.
“Madison,” Josh greeted in a neutral tone.
Rachel stepped forward. “You and I need to talk. Now.”
At the fierce tone in Rachel’s voice, Josh’s eyebrow moved up his head, and he took a step back. As she walked around him and down the hall, she heard Shelly say, “Hey, rock star, ready for round two?”
Rachel almost rounded on her to tell her to quit it when she heard Cole come back with, “Sure am. Bring it on Man-Eater.”