Personal Foul Page 18

  “I’m going to finish cleaning up. Tiffany was so nice to make dinner, and I need to help,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice even, and not letting the hysterical mess I feel inside bubble to the surface.

  “Okay, Jessa. I’ll be in the living room, waiting,” he states as he kisses my neck again before he backs up and then walks away.

  I’m thankful that nobody else walks into the kitchen while I finish cleaning up, leaving me alone in peace to mentally freak the fuck out. I didn’t think this through. I panicked at the things Trent was wanting from me, and Cole was saying everything I needed, so I ran to what seemed to be the safest place. But is it the safest?

  I feel comfortable with Cole, but how long will he want me? When will the fantasy end and leave me devastated and alone?

  I close my eyes, letting a single tear fall as I think about my life without him. Already I miss him, knowing that what we have surely has an expiration date on it.

  COLE

  SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY wrong. I’m not the only one who felt it, either. Tiffany told me to be patient. She whispered to me to have care with Jessa, as if she knew how fragile my girl is. She doesn’t know—she doesn’t realize just how strong Jessa is. She only sees the timid version of Jessa. She doesn’t see the woman beneath all of that, the woman who has held strong since she was a little girl. She doesn’t see her the way that I do.

  Pulling into the driveway, I don’t force Jessa to talk quite yet. I will, but she needs to work through some of her shit inside of her own head first, then I’ll bust through and tell her that her thinking is fucked up. Which I’m sure that it is, based on the way she’s retreated into herself.

  Once we’re inside, my phone buzzes in my pocket with a text notification.

  Brittany: Miss you. *Attachment

  I scroll down and my eyes widen when I see that she’s attached a picture of herself—a completely naked picture of herself. She’s sitting straight up, her legs spread and her naked tits and pussy on display. I quickly close the messenger app down, not wishing to respond or have Jessa see what she’s sent.

  I need to block her number so that she doesn’t send me another one.

  Jessa makes her way upstairs as I lock the front door, shoving my phone back in my pocket before I follow her. I watch as she folds over the comforter, her ass cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her dress. Making my way behind her, I wrap my hands around the side of her waist and place a kiss on her neck.

  “I’m tired,” she states. It’s a lie. She’s still very much lost inside of her own head.

  Snaking my tongue out, I taste the side of her neck as my hands move to the hem of her dress, and I lift it over her hips. One of my hands slips beneath the waistband of her panties, and I gently drag my finger through her wet center before I circle her sweet little clit.

  “Your pussy says otherwise, baby,” I grunt against her skin as I slip two fingers inside of her wet core.

  She whimpers as she pushes her ass against my jean covered, hard cock. Moving one of my hands to loosely wrap around the front of her throat, I nibble on her neck while I finger her tight cunt. “Honey,” she whines, arching her back and pressing her ass against me a little more.

  “What do you need, Jessa?” I whisper against her ear. Her entire body breaks out in a shiver, which causes me to grin. Yeah, she might be lost in her head, but her body sure as fuck knows exactly where it is—and where it belongs.

  Turning her head to the side, she presses her lips to the underside of my jaw before she mutters, “You, Cole, just you.”

  Curling my fingers inside of her, I enjoy the hitch of her breath before I speak. “You got me, sweet baby, you got all of me.”

  I feel her pussy spasm around my digits, so I continue to fuck her with my fingers, curling them inside of her and enjoying her wetness, the way she swells around me, and then the way her entire body jerks before it freezes with her release. “Cole,” she cries out as her pussy squeezes my fingers. I continue to rub and flick her clit before she screams at me to stop.

  With a chuckle, I remove my hand from her throat and the other from her cunt before I yank her panties down to her ankles. Pressing my hand against her back, I enjoy the way she gracefully folds over, with zero resistance, her tight, swollen, pink pussy on display as I unbutton my pants and shove them, along with my underwear, over my hips.

  Lining up my dick with her center, I enter her with one swift move. Her neck arches as she throws her head back, but I can’t take her slowly, not with as wet and tight as she is right now.

  Wrapping my hands around her hips, I fuck her. I fuck her harder than I ever have, and I show no mercy each time I enter her tight heat. I hear her cries, her whimpers, and I’m shocked as fuck when her hand is shoved between her legs and she starts to touch herself.

  “Fuck yes, baby, get yourself there again,” I grunt between thrusts.

  “Cole, honey, I’m going to come,” she cries out.

  I reach one of my hands back and slap her perfect, smooth ass, causing her to yelp and then moan in a low, erotic tone that I know means she’s right on the edge. I repeat the motion and her pussy clamps down harder than it ever has, squeezing the goddamn life out of me, along with my cum.

  Stilling inside of her, I let my cock empty into her body, her warm welcoming body, and I stay planted while I try to regain my faculties.

  “Fucking shit, baby,” I groan as I gently pull out of her pussy.

  Her legs shake, so I reach around her belly and gently guide her onto the bed before I lay down next to her. Gathering her in my arms, I hold her against my chest. I’m still dressed, only my pants down far enough to expose my now softening cock, but Jessa needs my touch, she needs my comfort.

  “You need some good sleep, baby,” I suggest.

  She nods against my neck, and I hold onto her a little tighter. We stay that way for about thirty minutes, then we silently get ready for bed. I pull her against me, trying to keep her close to me, knowing that what just happened didn’t take her out of her head.

  It’s going to take a little more than a hot fuck to assure Jessa that we’re meant to be together—that she’s what I want and need. I know that I’m what she needs, no fucking doubt about that. But she’s been through hell, and I have to get her around to understanding just how fucking special and perfect she is—especially for me.

  JESSA

  COLE LEFT THIS morning for work. He didn’t say much, except that when he got home we’d go grocery shopping, since he needed some real food. I agreed, and he left after giving me a wet kiss that made my body tingle and heat all at the same time. He always, always makes me hot, and I always want him.

  Taking a shower, I think about Cole, and I make a conscious decision to just take what I can when it comes to him. There’s a timestamp on us, I’m sure of it, but I can’t deny the way he makes me feel, either. There’s no way around it, and I’m not strong enough to deny myself his touch. I’ll accept him for as long as he wants me, and when he wants something different, a mature woman, I’ll let him go.

  Once I’m dressed, I hurry out the door and make my way toward my first class. A few minutes later, I find myself standing just outside of the door, my hand on the handle, shaking.

  Trent will be in there when I walk through this door. He’ll be there, and he’ll expect me to have his homework for him, which of course I do, because that’s me. No matter what, I don’t want him to fail.

  I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes for a beat before I exhale and open them, opening the door and walking to my regular seat. Trent is there. He turns and watches me walk in his direction, my chair being right next to his, of course.

  “Hey, babe,” he murmurs, his voice deep and soothing, not at all what I’m used to from him. It surprises me, and I can’t help it when my lips twitch in a small smile.

  I hand him his homework, but surprisingly, he shakes his head. “Did my own, babe,” he mutters as he holds up his math papers.

 
“Trent,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head and nothing else is said as our teacher begins his lecture. Once class is finished, Trent catches me outside. His hand reaches for mine, and he gives me a squeeze. “I don’t like how you walked away from me Saturday.”

  I shake my head and open my mouth to speak, but he holds his hand up, and I close my lips. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I know. You’ve been at my side for four fucking years, but before that, we were kids, and I don’t have a single memory without you in it. We’re meant to be together, Jessa. Don’t throw us away because I said some stupid shit. You know I say shit,” he shrugs.

  Taking a step back from him, not only because I don’t want his touch but also because I need the space to breathe, I lock my knees tightly before I speak. “It’s not just what you said, Trent. It’s a combination of a bunch of things, the sex stuff just was the straw that broke it all. We weren’t some blissfully happy couple. We both deserve happiness,” I state, standing strong and firm.

  “You’ll be back, babe. Whatever you have going on where you think you don’t need me, it’ll end and you’ll be right back at my side again. I’m patient. I can wait,” he rasps as he takes a step toward me and leans forward, his hot breath hitting my face. “I took your virginity, babe. I know everything there is to know about you.” His lips brush mine, then he releases me and turns to walk away from me.

  I watch him go, not feeling one ounce of desire for him. Yes, he was my first everything, my first kiss and my first lover. He’s also selfish, and he’s definitely not patient. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out, looking at the text that’s just been delivered.

  Cole: Be home around five, baby. Miss your sweet kisses.

  I grin down at his words, my belly doing a flip-flop of excitement at the words.

  Miss your touch.

  I press send before I chicken out and his response is immediate.

  Cole: Where are you?

  Just finished math class.

  Cole: Got a break?

  I know where he’s going, and I start to walk toward the athletic department, knowing exactly where his office is located. Suddenly, I don’t care if anybody sees me heading into his office, even if it’s Trent. I’m a free woman now, and I have nothing to hide.

  A little over an hour.

  I hit send when I’m about five steps from his door. I watch as it opens, and John walks out, a grin tugging on his lips. He looks up and sees me, his grin turning into a full-fledged smile.

  “Hey, Jessa. He’s inside,” he chuckles.

  My face heats with the knowledge that he probably knows exactly why I’m here, and why he was kicked out of Cole’s office. I slip into the office and lock the door behind me before I turn around to face him.

  Cole is standing against his desk, his ass pressed against the edge and his fingers gripping on either side of his thighs. His head is only tipped slightly up, but his pale green eyes are focused completely on me.

  “How was your class?” he asks. I know his meaning. He knows that Trent and I share every class together.

  I drop my book bag on the floor next to my feet as I peel off my jean jacket and drop it to the floor. Then, I wrap my hands around the hem of my loose-fit coral tee, lifting it over my head before dropping it next to my books. Cole’s brows furrow and then raise when I discard my bra as well.

  “Trent did his own homework, in an effort to impress me. He caught me after class and reminded me that we’ve shared our entire lives with one another,” I shrug as I slip off my sandals and pop the button on my jeans.

  “And?” Cole grinds out through clenched teeth.

  I shimmy my jeans down my legs and then let my panties follow before I take a step toward him. I watch as his grip tightens on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles turn white. “He played nice, told me not to walk away because he said stupid shit,” I murmur. “Then he told me that I would come back to him.”

  Cole reaches out and pulls me against him, spreading his thighs to pull me as close to him as possible. “Over my fucking dead, cold, body he’ll have you back,” he growls before his lips slam against mine. I whimper as I part my lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside and consume me like only he can.

  I moan when his fingers lightly trail down my side and over my hip before they slide along my center. I spread my legs, shamelessly and eagerly, showing my desire for him. “Baby,” he murmurs as his lips trail down my neck to my shoulder.

  Slowly, his lips travel back up to suck on my earlobe. His fingers gently touch and play with me as his lips continue to torture me.

  “I’m never going back to him, Cole. You’re where I belong,” I moan as I move my hips, searching for more from his touch.

  “Damn straight,” he grunts as two fingers fill me. I let out a whimpered cry, and his lips touch mine, swallowing my moans of delight. “You want to come on my fingers or with my cock, sweet baby?” he asks as his thumb presses against my clit.

  “However you want to give it to me,” I whisper against his mouth.

  “My good girl,” he grunts. “I want you on this desk. I want you spread out for me so that every time I sit down I can picture your hot, wet pussy that’s all mine. Can you do that for me?”

  I shiver at his words, my body jerking and climbing closer toward my release, his words affecting me more than anything else. “Yes,” I exhale.

  He removes his hands, and I watch as he strips down to nothing. Then he wraps his hand around mine and tugs me around to the back of his desk. He grabs my waist gently, and lifts me up onto the edge of his desk before he sinks down in his chair.

  “Spread,” he orders as he leans back in his leather chair, his cock hard and resting against his belly. I lick my lips at the sight, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he brings me. “Now, baby,” he gently urges.

  My body jolts, and I spread my thighs, my legs dangling down and almost touching the floor. “Lean back on your elbows, look down at me,” he commands.

  I do what he says, and I watch as he rolls his chair forward. Then he lifts each of my legs and places my feet on either side of his thighs, resting them on the seat of the chair before he tugs me gently toward the edge of the desk.

  “Perfect,” he whispers as he leans forward. His hand comes up and his fingers spread me apart as he blows against my wet pussy.

  “Cole,” I whisper.

  “I want to taste you for the rest of the day, sweet baby.”

  My legs shake at his words, and when his tongue slides through my center, my head drops back, and I let out a long moan. Cole’s hands wrap around the insides of my thighs, and he buries his face between my legs. I gasp as he devours me. He’s all teeth, lips, and tongue as he brings me toward the edge of a climax.

  “Oh, god, honey, I’m going to come,” I whisper, trying not to scream as my hips involuntarily push forward against his mouth.

  I feel his rough whiskers against my thighs, and it excites me even more. When he slips two fingers inside of me and sucks on my clit, my thighs shake and I let out a long moan as I come against his lips. Cole curses as he stands, and then his hands are on my hips. He pulls me forward as he pushes inside of me.

  “Look at me, baby,” he rasps. I sit up, wrapping my hands around his shoulders, and open my eyes. “This pussy is mine, Jessa.”

  “Yours,” I whisper.

  His hand moves to between our bodies, and I feel his thumb press against my clit as his hips surge and his cock fills me, slamming in and out of me with a force that has my ass ramming into the edge of his desk over and over again, surely leaving a bruise.

  “All of you is mine, remember that,” he pants as he continues to fuck me, rubbing circles against my clit, bringing me closer toward a second release.

  “All of you is mine, too,” I moan.

  “Fuck yeah, it is,” he grunts as he clenches his jaw.

  I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips as I arch closer to him. With a small shout, I come around
him. It washes over me with no warning, and I can’t control the tremors that take over my body.

  “Fuck,” he growls as he thrusts forward, planting himself inside of me and groaning as he fills me with his climax. “My sweet baby,” he whispers before his lips touch mine.

  I lick the seam, tasting myself on his lips. “Mine,” he growls, moving his hand from between us to fist in the back of my hair and tug my neck back. “Do you understand what I’m saying, Jessa?”

  “That I’m yours,” I whisper.

  He hums, bending slightly as his tongue traces the entire column of my neck to my ear. “Means you’re my woman, no matter what’s working in that head of yours, baby, get it out. You live with me, and I take care of you, just like you take care of me. I’m thirty-eight fucking years old. I know what I want, Jessa, and I want you.”

  My breath hitches as tears fill my eyes. I reach for his cheek, running my thumb alongside his jaw, feeling his whiskers that scratch my skin. “Cole,” I say shakily.

  “I’ve never told a woman I love her before. Haven’t said those words since I was a kid. But baby, with you, I know this is meant to last,” he murmurs as he leans down, his fingers gripping my hair a little harder. “I love you, sweet baby,” he whispers against my lips before he presses his mouth to mine.

  My legs tighten around his hips, and he moans in my mouth, as he lifts his face slightly from mine. “I love you, too,” I cry as tears fall down my cheeks.

  “Nothing to cry about,” he chuckles before he kisses each of my tear stained cheeks. “What time will you be home tonight?” he asks as he gently pulls out of me.

  I stay planted on the desk and watch as he pulls a drawer open and grabs a napkin. Without a word, he runs the napkin gently through my center to clean the evidence of our mixed climaxes from me, and I can’t help but turn a bit red at the gesture. Cole leans forward and presses his lips to the inside of my thigh before he stands and throws the napkin away.