Hot Proposition (Happy Endings, Contemporary) (3 page)

It was Cole's
turn to call out. Pushing me back, I bounced off the soft mattress,
my hair wild about me on the pillow. “You can do that later. Right
now I want to come inside you, feel your pussy walls clenching me
tight.” With shaking hands, Cole slid the condom down over his hard
length himself. He moved between my knees, my legs splayed wide.
“You're mine now, sweetheart.” He positioned his cock at the
entrance to my femininity. Ran a finger around the tip, swirling my
wetness around. “This is all just for me.”

He pushed in an
inch.

“
Just for
you,” I repeated, feeling stretched wide. Then he moved deeper, and
deeper still. His large cock was spreading me wide open. I lifted my
legs, wrapped my calves about his back, pulling him into me all the
way.

Once he was
fully seated, we both groaned, the pleasure swirling about us like
we'd been tossed up in a a tornado with no place to land. Our skin
was slick, my nipples rubbed against his crisp chest hair. Our racing
breaths, the sounds of our slick desire as he moved in and out were
all that filled the room. The scent of sex surrounded us, clouded my
brain to everything but coming once again.

Threads of
desire wrapped around my lungs, entwined to create a weave that
squeezed my heart, binding me to Cole like I'd never thought
possible. He started to move, his hips pumping into me, my pussy
clenching in possession of his cock, keeping hold and not wanting to
ever let go.

“
Mine,”
Cole ground out against my neck, his hot breath stirring my sweaty
hair at my nape.

“
Yes, Cole.
Yours. All yours.” My whole world was centered on the bundle of
nerves between my legs that was grinding against Cole's belly.
“Please,” I begged.

Sensing what I
needed most, Cole placed a thumb right there. With one slight
slippery flick, I exploded, my orgasm bursting forth, coating Cole's
cock in a torrent of liquid desire. With the extra lubrication, Cole
slid even deeper, his very tip pressed to my womb. With my pussy
clenching him in a muscular death grip, he roared his own orgasm,
pistoning his hips a few last times, wrenching the last dregs of
pleasure from our sated bodies.

Cole collapsed
on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me into the tangled, damp
sheets. His breath fanned my neck, a hand idly stroking my hair. I
didn't mind. In fact, I savored the feeling of being overpowered,
protected, pleasured by Cole.

After a minute,
or hours, Cole shifted off of me, slipped out of my body with a wet
slurp, lifted my head and placed it in the crook of his arm. I
shifted even more to rain kisses down his torso, to lave at his flat
nipple.

“
Sweetheart,
I'm not going anywhere. Give me a minute, or you can just climb on
top and have your way with me.”

I rested my
chin on his chest, smiled at him, savoring the well-loved ache
between my thighs. He had the look of a man well satisfied, a lazy
grin spread wide across his face.

“
I think I
might have a long term job for you,” I said, teasing his chest hair
with my fingers. “But I think you'll have to give a formal
interview.”

Cole raised on
eyebrow.

“
I want to
make sure you have all the skills for the job,” I added.

“
Makes sense.
And these skills would include...?”

“
Inventiveness
and creativity. Endurance, of course,” I drawled.

“
Of course,”
Cole replied as he kissed the top of my head.

“
Lots of
manual dexterity. But I don't want to give you all the details. I
want you to show me what kinds of things you can do. Prove you're
right for the job.”

In one swift
motion, I was pinned beneath Cole's hard, lean body. One of his legs
was thrown over my hips, pinning me in place. “All right. The first
thing I like in a boss is the ability to listen. To follow directions
when required.”

It was my turn
to quirk a brow. I licked my lips and nodded my head.

“
Good.”
Cole ran his palm across my cheek, pushed my hair back from my face.
“Turn the shower on and wait for me there.”

I opened my
mouth, but quickly closed it, realizing I was supposed to be
following Cole's instructions. Lifting his leg off me, I stood up and
walked toward the bathroom, not before getting a swat on the ass on
the way. “I get a perfect view of your interview outfit,” he
added.

Daring a glance
over my shoulder, Cole lay there, sprawled across the tangled sheets,
blissfully naked, smiling at me, his eyes raking over my body.

This was
going to be good.

In the
bathroom, I stood in the deep tub and adjusted the taps to a
comfortable temperature, the hot water swirling around my bare feet.
My whole body tingled from what Cole did to me...what he was going to
do to me next.

Samantha had
been right, getting laid was a good idea. The sound of the water
blocked out any noises Cole might be making and was startled when I
found his hands upon my shoulders, warm and gentle. He reached around
me, lifted the shower knob and the hot spray rained down on our
bodies. Pulling the shower curtain closed, steam started to fill the
air, making it sultry and tropical in the small space.

I looked over
my shoulder, taking in Cole's nudity. There hadn't been a chance to
just look my fill. His shoulders were broad, flat nipples had dark
swirls of hair between and down over his flat stomach, tapering into
a line that ran directly to his rampant cock. Cole had sheathed
himself in a condom, but the latex covering couldn't diminish his
large size, his girth. It amazed me to realize he'd fit inside me.

Cole turned my
body sideways, pressed me into the cool white tile, my nipples
tightening at the contrast. I felt his cock hot and hard against the
top curve of my ass. Leaning in, his breath fanned my neck as he
said, “I can prove your endurance requirement,” Cole bent
slightly at the knees and his cock slipped in deep with just one
thrust. “Right now.”

Filled to the
brim, I cried out. His hips shifted against mine, pulsing motions
that had the head of his cock bumping some magical place within me.
“Spread your legs,” he groaned.

I did. Now his
were between mine, his body pinning me in place. My fingers spread
out on the shower wall by my head, my face turned to see Cole nip my
shoulder. “Good girl. I like a boss who can take direction.”

He pulled
almost all the way out, the blunt head resting on my G-spot, then
rammed home. I groaned at the feel, the knowledge that Cole was
taking what he wanted, dominating me. It was a heady sensation
knowing I could let go, hand off control to another. To trust that
they knew what's best...to pleasure us both.

Cole stepped
back, slid out. “Turn and face the back wall. Put your hands on it
and bend over. I did as he bid without question, knew that whatever
he had planned, I could trust him. Trust him with my body, with my
orgasm.

I looked down
at the wet tub, my bright red toenails, Cole's hairy, muscled legs
standing directly behind mine.

“
Manual
dexterity, you said?” Cole's voice was rough as his hand slid down
my spine, between my ass cheeks to slide through my wet folds. From
his vantage point, I knew he could see every bit of me,  my clit
swollen and ready for more.

“
How about
this?” Using both of his hands, he worked me, fingers slipping deep
into me, turning, arching to pull as much pleasure from my core as
possible. The other hand slid from my clit through my juices to brush
over the sensitive nerve endings right at my back door. My head shot
up at the pulses of electricity at the slight touch, my inner muscles
squeezing and clenching at the surprise.

“
Like that?”
Cole asked.

“
I've
never...I mean...I didn't know—” I gasped.

“
Note I'm
observant and thorough.”

Cole worked me
this way, one hand working me deep, sliding over every small little
pleasure spot within me, the other swirling and twirling his fingers
in some secret, magical motion. The combination had me panting,
calling out Cole's name over the rush of water. “Please!” I
begged.

Cole's hands
were quickly replaced by his hard length which thrust deep, his hips
pressed against my ass. Leaning forward, Cole cupped my breasts that
were exposed and free for his ministrations. Tugging and pulling on
the nipples all the while pounding into me brought me closer and
closer to my climax.

“
Touch
yourself,” Cole said.

I reached down
and fingered my clit, circling, swirling the bundle of nerves. Then I
brushed against Cole's cock as it slid in and out of me, stretching
me open, spreading my lower lips wide. Returning to my clit, I ran my
fingers over it once, twice. All at once, the orgasm was upon me.
Cole pinched my nipples roughly, and that pain/pleasure combined with
my clit and his cock buried deep had me scream. My inner muscles
milked Cole's cock as I focused solely on the wave after wave of the
most exquisite pleasure pumped through my veins, through every nerve
ending in my body.

Cole's release
came right after mine, holding still imbedded deep within me. His
hands were filled with my breasts, his mouth sucking, licking at my
shoulder. I felt Cole's breaths as his chest hair tickled my back.

“
Lastly, I
always finish a job,” Cole said, his voice worn out, rough from
exertion. Reaching back, Cole shut off the water, let me stand up,
turned me to face him. Lowering his head, he gave me a gentle, soft
kiss, his lips a gentle brush against mine.

As he slid back
the curtain, he grabbed a towel from the rack, started to rub it over
my dripping body, my tingling skin.

“
Mmm,” I
all but purred. “You're hired.”

Cole tilted my
chin up with a finger. “This isn't a consulting position. I'm only
looking for long-term.”

I smiled,
catching his meaning. My heart flipped over. This wasn't just an
office fuck. This wasn't just getting laid out of state. This was
more. This was me and Cole. I smiled at him. “With benefits.”

Cole brushed a
finger over a nipple and it tightened on contact. “I think I'm
going to like the benefits.”

“
So do I,”
I said, my head falling back against the wall of the shower, eyes
closing to my body's insatiable need for Cole. “So do I.”

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