Attracted to His Cold

Chapter 17

Cassie's POV

I woke up on a hard surface, feeling warm and safe. I look up to see Cole still asleep and arms still secured around me. I smile and lean into his comfort, loving the sense of security I feel in his arms. The feeling of what I hope home feels like.

Home.

Oh, how I miss that feeling. A place where I can be me and free, without the constant need to look over my shoulder, or having to watch my back. I miss being able to make friends without worrying about getting too close. I miss doing what I love, being a lawyer. I miss my life, minus the whole Russian Mafia thing- obviously.

Feeling a little odd, I begin to reposition myself, only to feel something rock solid beneath me and I freeze.

Gulp.

There is no way it's that big, right?

I move my head to gaze at a sleeping Cole, completely unaware of the turmoil I'm facing in my head.

It's been 6 years, Cass. Cole is not him. You're safe with Cole, he'd never hurt you. He'd never intentionally make you feel uncomfortable, or feel like you have to do anything. You are not there. You are safe. You are free from them.

After my mini self prep talk, I gather up the courage to do what I want. To do what I desire.

I carefully peel away Cole's arms from around my body and slide down his, settling myself in between his legs. He's only wearing grey joggers, no boxers, so when I pull them down, his dick springs to life, as though it's reaching the surface after a long time of suffocation.

My mouth salivates at the sight of the drop of pre-cum on his head, and without thinking, I take a firm grip on his thick - and I mean thick - girth and stick my tongue out, licking it off of his long length. This causes Cole to begin to stir awake, and before he can wake up and object - telling me I don't need to - I wrap my lips around him.

With my head bopping up and down at a slow pace, Cole wakes up and makes an attempt to try to move. In response, I push down on his abs, forcing him to stay still and I suck harder, earning a sharp intake of breathe to emit from him, and a "fuck" to be mumbled under his breathe. I smirk internally at his reaction and begin picking up my pace a little, making sure to be sloppy.

"Cassie," Cole begins, pleasure evident in his voice, "don't- don't feel like you need to- fuuuuck."

I interrupt him by sucking hard on his head and taking him deep down my throat. He's so big that I can't take all of him, so my hand works the exposed flesh. I bob my head up and down, my spit coating his entire length. His hand finds its way to my hair and he grabs a hold of a large portion of it. With his hand unnecessarily guiding me, I suck harder and faster until curses come flying out of his mouth.

"Merda. È così piacevole gattina." [Shit. That feels so good, kitten.] he groans.

Moments later, I feel his body tensing, a sign that tells me he's about to cum. I start going even faster than before. Just as he's about to cum, I am ripped away and pulled upwards, only to be met with a hungry and aggressive kiss, a kiss full of lust. There is no rhythm to it and I struggle to keep up. Cole flips us so I'm laying on my back.

A small squeal erupts from my chest when he rips - literally rips - the shirt from my body like a starved and wild animal. He kisses and nips at my necks, trailing down to my collarbone and slowly going further south.

Soft moans spill from my mouth when Cole takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking on it. I gasp when his teeth begin grazing the hard and sensitive bud, licking the slight sting he left behind. After a while, he moves over to the other nipple, giving it the exact same attention. Sucking, licking, biting.