Page 71 of Claiming Lily

“I’m ready,” I tell him, trying to get out of his hold to get this party started.

“Hmm, I don’t think so.” He tweaks my nipple with one hand, kneading my breast, while he teases and strokes in and out of me with the other. “You’re ready when I say you are.”

“You and Gage are too bossy,” I complain, though I can’t be too upset when my body is buzzing like a live wire.

“Maybe we should join forces sometime. Would you like that?”

Two men at one time? I’ve never considered it or how to manage it, but if Callie can, I know I can figure it out. “Maybe sometime but not right now,” I rasp, rolling my hips to meet his fingers driving into me. “I want you all to myself.”

“Good answer,” he praises, cupping my chin and turning my head so he can capture my lips with his. “This pretty pussy is all mine,” he murmurs into my mouth before deepening the kiss.

Between the kissing and teasing, he manages to tug my shorts all the way off and then slips his boxers down as well. His dick is hard as a rock, and I wait with bated breath as he finds the perfect position and spears into me.

“You feel so fucking perfect, Lily.” He cradles me against him and pumps into me from behind; the position is nice, but not nearly enough for me.

“I want to be on top,” I explain as I extract myself from his hold, turning and helping him lie on his back. Straddling him, I splay my hands on his chest as he lines himself up once again. I slide on with a hiss, nails biting into his pecs.

He’s thick enough and just long enough that there’s a delicious stretch. Gripping my hips with a firm grasp, he helps me ride him, watching me with hooded eyes filled with fire. I’ve never been one to hold eye contact, but I want nothing more than to watch him fall apart while I fuck him.

“That’s right, Cole, eyes on me.”

He smirks. “Now who’s bossy?”

I press my hand over his mouth and lean down, hair cascading around me, holding his gaze as I fuck him slowly. “Whose cock is this?”

“It’s all yours, Red,” he says, gasping as I grind with him deep inside. “Fuuuuck.”

“That’s my good boy,” I murmur, keeping a tight, steady pace, grinding my clit against him while I ride him.

He presses his fingers into my hips and then pumps his own to meet mine.

My breasts sway, and I hum in approval, sitting upright and dropping my head back. Cole palms my tits, pinching my nipples. Heat builds between us as I work, swiveling my hips, keeping that same pace that has my mouth parting. Cole’s thumb rolls over my clit. I’m tempted to shut my eyes, but I force myself to watch him as an orgasm builds faster and faster.

“I’m going to come,” he tells me, jaw clenching as he fights it.

That’s what I wanted to hear. I redouble my efforts, shuddering as he teases my nerves while my walls flutter and clench. Cole’s length pulses, and he drives up into me with a moan, struggling to keep hold of himself.

Not on my watch.

I slam down onto him with a wicked smile, clamp my walls, and watch the man fall to pieces as I force him over the edge. He whimpers, body twitching beneath me, and the warmth of his cum filling me catapults me into the stratosphere. I cry out, grasping Cole as pleasure detonates inside me. He moans again as I come, gasping for breath, and I ride out the orgasm slowly, rocking back and forth until I collapse against him.

Cole’s arms band around me and he kisses my forehead, panting beneath me. “Damn, Red.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say with a laugh, caressing the angry crescent marks on his chest. “I think I drew blood.”

“I can handle a little pain with my pleasure, hellcat,” he murmurs.

Smiling, I bury my head in his neck. “Not another nickname.”

“Not a fan?”

“I prefer Red.”

He smirks and draws my mouth to his. “Okay, Red. I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you fuck me like that again.” His mouth slots over mine, and I guess my only choice is to do as he asks.

Many hours and orgasms later, I emerge from my second shower of the day feeling like a new woman. My skin still tingles from Cole’s hands, and I can’t stop the ridiculous grin spreading across my face as I rush through my routine and get ready. I love when my day starts well after lunch, and today all my appointments are in the late afternoon or early evening. I’m almost tempted to stay longer, but responsibility and all that. My cheeks hurt by the time I zip up my lunch box. Happiness like this should be bottled up and sold.

Hudson gets up from where he was eating at the table.