Wrong Side Girl (The Girl Series Book 1) (9 page)

The pressure kept building and building. My breaths were coming in short puffs and my whole body was tensing in preparation for orgasm.

That couldn’t be, though. We weren’t in some fantastical romance novel where the hero educates the inexperienced heroine in the art of being pleasured. I was no innocent damsel in distress that had never been touched.

All of a sudden, Cole’s mouth was gone and I was on my back in the bed. His hands were working on my pants, taking them off in one swift move. Then his mouth was on me again. Not on my breasts. On my sex, pressing his mouth against my clit over my panties. I threw my head back in ecstasy and clenched my fists in the sheets. There was no way I would be able to hold out. It felt too good. I couldn’t believe it myself, but I was going to come.

“Cole, I can’t…” I moaned.

In a flash, my panties were gone and his mouth was on me. His tongue gliding through my folds, finding my clit, flicking and rolling and pressing and sucking.

God! That felt even better! My eyes were rolling to the back of my head it felt so good. “Let go, honey.” He thrust his finger into me and explored while putting pressure on my clit with his thumb, giving me no choice but to give in, to let go and come. Hard. Stars were exploding behind my eyelids. My body was shaking and a deep moan escaped my mouth. Cole kept working me, not letting up, his finger stroking inside me, his mouth at my clit and sucking, prolonging the orgasm.

When I came down, my body felt sated and languid. I didn’t think it had ever been this relaxed before. Cole was making his way up my body and let me taste myself on him when he reached my mouth. That was incredibly hot, too, and made my body shiver once more.

Cole

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You’re amazing.” The beauty that lay beneath me was taking my breath away. I was staring down at Liz in utter adoration, not believing that I could be this lucky, that I was able to call her mine. The urge to claim every single part of her was still strong, stronger than ever actually. It was all encompassing. “Let me make you mine, Liz.”

“Yes.”

That did it. There was no holding back now. She was going to be mine. All mine. In a frenzy, I pulled off my pants and settled between her legs. “I want to take you bare, baby, I want nothing between us. Are you on the pill?” She hesitated. With good reason. “I have never gone without protection. You will be the only one.” Relief washed over her face and she nodded at me. Yes! I rubbed my bare cock through her wet heat, spreading her juices. “This is gonna be hard and fast, baby. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. You okay with that?”

“Please, Cole. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

She was ready for me and I couldn’t restrain myself from filling her with one hard thrust. God! She felt good. A perfect fit. I felt her heat spreading through me. Her muscles were gripping me tightly, skin on skin, urging me to move, and I obeyed all too willingly. I couldn’t hold back. I started thrusting in and out. Shit! I wouldn’t last long. I refused to close my eyes to let me concentrate on holding myself back, though. I needed to see her face, needed to see she was enjoying this. She was looking up at me with love and wonder in her eyes.

And lust.

A whole lot of lust.

Christ! She was gonna be my undoing.

I thrust faster, deeper, holding her hip in place, grinding, searching for her spot. When her loud gasp and shocked face indicated I found it, I repeated the motion, rubbing against it over and over again. I needed her to find it, needed to show her what sex was supposed to be like, needed her to find pleasure in it with me, to let go. She was hot and wild for me, moving with me, her hands all over me, touching me, stroking me, scratching me. My thrusts became almost violent.

I was losing it.

I could feel the tingles in my spine, my balls starting to tighten and pull up.

I was going to come.

But she needed to come again first. I wasn’t gonna be one of those assholes she was used to, who took their pleasure but didn’t return it.

I found her clit with my thumb and started rolling and pressing, helping her find her climax again. Her eyes got big and I could see that she was close. “Show me!” I demanded, then thrust deep and hard, once, twice, three times, before she convulsed around me, causing my dick to explode inside of her. I came on a shout, bucking uncontrollably, filling her with my seed until the last drop had left me.

I collapsed on top of her.

Holy hell! That was the hottest sex of my life.

I was completely gone for this girl. There was no turning back for me, no going back after this. I thought it would scare the shit out of me to bind myself to someone, but all I felt was contentment and pride. This beautiful creature was mine.

I lifted my head and slowly kissed her. My dick was still deep inside of her, far from done. Feeling her body still twitching underneath mine, feeling her little aftershocks inside, had him ready to go again in no time. I started gliding in and out of her, reveling in the feeling of absolute rightness.

“Wow,” Lizzy breathed when I released her mouth and looked down at her. “So this is what everyone’s been talking about.”

I chuckled.

“Not sure about that. That was absolutely amazing. I’m not sure anyone else has ever experienced it quite like this.”

“Really?” God, she was cute.

“Really, honey. Told you we’d be off the charts. Best I’ve ever had.”

She liked that. A lot.

Her eyes were shining brightly when she pushed up to kiss me. I was ready to take her again, slowly this time.

So that’s exactly what I did.

I felt strangely content when I woke up the next morning with Liz’s body curled into mine. She was lying half on top of me, her legs tangled with mine, her head on my shoulder, hand and my chest. Never. Never, had I spent the night with anyone. It was one of my rules. I never let anyone sleep at my apartment and I never spent the night. Too intimate. Sex was a bodily function for me, one I enjoyed a great deal, but it never involved emotion. Until now.

Seeing my parents’ fucked up marriage, both my mother and father being cold-hearted and selfish, and seeing everyone else’s twisted relationships and especially Liz’s mom, I had never been interested in more than release and a good time. I hadn’t wanted anyone constant in my life, thought that needing a partner was bullshit, a myth created by Hollywood and authors who created a lie in order to make money. Relationships were either a nightmare or didn’t last.

But now, lying in bed with Liz after the night we shared, after
feeling
something for the woman I had sex with, those beliefs had been shattered. Fuck me, but it was true. Sex
was
different when you had it with the person you loved.

Vastly different.

So different it wasn’t sex. It was something more. Something I hadn’t believed existed. And I wanted to kick my ass over and over again for not giving this to both of us years ago.

So many feelings were churning inside of me I had trouble identify them all.

Happiness.

Contentment.

Protectiveness.

Excitement.

Fear.

But the prevalent ones were love and possessiveness. Liz was mine. She always had been and she always would be. I was going to make sure of that. If I had to lock her up and tie her to my bed. I would never let her leave.

Yes, she was right. I was a total caveman. But I didn’t give a fuck. I would do whatever was necessary to bind her to me. Which meant I had to pay my parents a visit. My mother in particular.

At that thought, apprehension and fear seeped in. My mother was a bitch. A manipulative, fake, sneaky, backstabbing bitch, who would
not
approve of me being with Liz. She was one of those stuck-up bitches in town that had always treated my girl like trash. Worse actually, she had always pretended Lizzy didn’t exist, had only acknowledged her when she forbade me to see her and locked me up in the basement to keep me from meeting her. Though that had never stopped me and she knew it. But once she figured out I wasn’t going to introduce her as my girlfriend, she had backed off. Still, that hadn’t stopped her from making snide comments about her and ‘people like her’. She was going to hate us being together and would make that abundantly clear to not only me but Liz as well. And that was something I was not going to tolerate. Liz had had to endure enough abuse in her life and she was not taking any more by being with me. It was my job to protect her from that. Which meant I’d have to make it very clear that Liz was going to be in my life and I didn’t give a shit if they liked it or not. That would be first on my agenda Monday morning.

The weekend was Liz’s and mine.

On that thought, I felt my girl stir beside me. She tensed in my arms for a second before she relaxed and moved closer into me, nuzzling my chest and kissing me there. It looked like she wasn’t used to waking up beside anyone, either, and that gave me a deep sense of gratitude and contentment.

“Morning,” she mumbled sleepily. Her being adorable and sweet made this waking up-with-her business even better. I was a man and seeing as it was morning, my dick was already hard, but her sweetness combined with her naked body pressing into mine made him twitch and demand attention. I was all too eager to give it to him.

I rolled into her, taking her to her back, my hips automatically settling between her legs. “Morning, baby,” I mumbled, my mouth resting on hers. “Ever had morning sex?” The answer better fucking be ‘no’. Her sleepy eyes smiled at me when she shook her head.

“Me either,” I said before I kissed her lightly, “let’s remedy that.” The light kiss turned into something else when I saw her eyes flash hungrily. I took her mouth with abandon while my hands started roaming and teasing, touching and gripping, until I found her wet and ready. I lined myself up with her swollen entrance and slowly pushed inside, enjoying every single inch until I was seated to the hilt. Then I started rocking slowly but deeply, drawing out both our arousals with every thrust, teasing her, testing her, giving, but not giving enough, watching, waiting, giving a little more, then retreating. Liz’s pants and sexy little moans were driving me insane with the need to pound into her, but I wanted to drive her crazy first, wanted her so out of her mind with pleasure and need that she would light up for me and take over. So I kept on teasing her, going faster, then slowing down, grinding, then pulling out; all the while I tasted her mouth, her neck, her throat, her breasts. When I looked into her eyes, I could see the fire there. Yeah, she wanted it and she would go for it. Any moment now she would have enough of my teasing and take over. I bent my head again to kiss her, but instead only rested my lips on hers and moved back when she asked for a kiss. That did it. She put one of her feet in the bed, pushed and rolled me to my back, sitting up astride me, and started moving immediately.

Fuck, yes!

Liz in all her glory was riding me, hard and fast. Harder and faster than anyone had ever ridden me. It was phenomenal.
She
was phenomenal. I reared up and bucked into her, holding her steady at her hips, over and over again, until her pants turned into moans.

God, this was good! Watching her grab her breasts and pinching her hard nipples while she was bouncing up and down, her slick heat gripping my dick, was going to undo me. I thrust faster and deeper, wild for her now, needing her to find it so I could let go. I used my thumb to press and roll her clit until I felt her explode around me, squeezing me tight and taking me with her, making me erupt inside her.

When we were both done, Liz collapsed on top of me, still connected to me. I started to lazily run my fingers over her back, drawing circles. Something else that I had never done, would have never thought of doing, but came natural with Liz. Exactly like she said last night. Us being together was natural. It felt right. And I would do anything in my power to keep it that way.

Lizzy

Our drive home was quiet. I think we were both lost in our own thoughts. Neither of us wanted to leave our little bubble behind and return to reality.

The weekend had been perfect. Well, almost perfect. It gave me hope that Cole and I really had a future together. After our morning in bed we had a late breakfast at a nice little cafe in town before we went exploring. I was excited to see what this picturesque little town had to offer. Those quirky little towns along the seaside had always been my favorite places to discover. Every once in a while when I needed a break, I would just get in my car and see where I ended up. Almost always I would find myself in one of these charming little towns, which I would then walk around in for a few hours. Exploring. Discovering. I wasn’t a fan of those touristy stops but preferred the towns that had personality. This town was a mix of both and definitely one of those that wanted you to unlock its secrets, find the local hangouts, and meet interesting characters.

All day long Cole and I strolled through town either hand in hand or in each other’s arms. It was kinda weird, but also kinda awesome and exciting. We had always had fun when we went out together, teasing and bickering and driving each other insane, but always laughing and happy in the end. Now that we were a couple, it was no different. But it was better. And I was glad that that part of us hadn’t changed. We still bickered. We still teased. But it was all good-natured. Both of us were passionate, and I was sure that at some point there would be arguments and fights. We would clash. It was unavoidable. Cole could be bossy and there was no way I was going to give in to him and do whatever he asked me to do. I had my own head and I was stubborn. He knew that about me. I also didn’t talk in code. That was too exhausting. But hopefully, seeing as men didn’t do code either, that wouldn’t be an issue.

The only time we argued during the last two days was when he closed down on me after receiving a slew of text messages that seemed to piss him off. We were sitting outside at a pub, having lunch, when he narrowed his eyes at his phone before he dropped it on the table and started cursing under his breath. I was worried that maybe something was going on at work and we had to head back home early.