MY CHEST SEIZES as her sweater drops to the floor. Her flowery little pajamas leave little to the imagination. I want to rip them right off her, to lay her bare right along with me.
I feel so fucking vulnerable. So far out of my element. She knows about me, about everything—that I’m messy—and she’s not running.
She’s getting closer. Every nervous step she takes like a shot to the heart. She’s not looking at me like I’m pathetic. She’s looking at me like she can’t get enough. I can’t remember the last time a woman looked at me like this, and it’s waking up a side of me that hasn’t come out to play in a very long time.
I keep my hand moving, stroking myself as she approaches me slowly, like she might scare me off. She has no idea what will happen if she gets close enough for me to touch her, though.
I’m fucking done shutting this thing down between us.
“Violet. If you don’t want me to completely lose it, stop right where you are.”
Her voice is small, and her cheeks are pink. “What if I want you to lose it?”
It’s hard to catch my breath when she talks like that. So effortlessly sexy. So innocent. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Don’t I?” she muses with a quirked head. “It’s like being small and quiet gives people the impression I’m a prude.” She nibbles on her lip, eyes raking down over my body like I’m her favorite snack. “Would it shock you to know I’ve closed my eyes and imagined being fucked by you for two whole years? You’re my go-to fantasy, Cole.”
“Violet.”
She’s not dissuaded. Another step forward. “With my hands. With my toy. With other m—”
“Violet,” I bite out. “I don’t want to hear about that.”
“Jealous?”
I nod because I am. The thought of her with any man other than me tints my vision red. I give my cock a rough jerk in her direction. She’s so close now.
A small, pleased smile touches her lips. “Good.”
“Little minx, it’s all fair game if you’re going to taunt me like that.” And then my spare hand darts out, hooking into the elastic waist band of her tiny shorts, yanking her to me easily.
Her wide, startled eyes stare up at me as she cranes her neck back, and my hard cock juts into her stomach. She repeats herself, “Good.”
My heart races. I don’t even know where to start. I want all of her. Every square inch. I want to kiss away past hurts. I want to bend her over and give her delicious new ones. I want to watch her come over and over again.
My fingers find the thin strap of her tank top and gently brush it off her shoulder before doing the same to the opposite one. Violet’s breath comes out heavy and ragged as I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek.
I pepper them along the line of her jaw, up to the shell of her ear, nipping at her lobe, and then smoothing the indent away with a gentle suck before I whisper, “Get on your knees.”
She turns her head and kisses me square on the lips. Hard. Both her dainty hands wrap around my head, and her tongue pushes in between my lips. She tastes like mint toothpaste and cherry lip balm. She’s fucking delectable, and I can’t wait to taste what’s between her thighs.
She pulls away, hands trailing over my chest and abdomen as she drops to her knees before me. The sight of her looking up at me with those wide blue eyes. Fuck. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of. My cock twitches, and I can’t help myself. I reach down and pull her tits out over the top of her tank top, liking the look of her disheveled and exposed on the ground in the middle of my living room.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur.
Her gaze shifts to my throbbing cock, her lips part as she leans in and licks the drop of pre-cum from the head. And then she fucking hums. Like it’s a lollipop. Like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, and I swear I almost blow right here and now.
With one hand on my thigh, and the other cupping the back of my knee just above my prosthetic, she slides my cock into her mouth, not once looking away from my face.
I’m not sure what I’ve ever done to deserve this. I’m not sure I even do. But the sight of Violet on her knees for me will live in my mind until the end of my days.
Her tongue swirls, and her cheeks hollow out as she sucks.
“Jesus, Violet.” One of my hands finds her silvery hair, gathering it together so it doesn’t impede my view, and the other cups her jaw as my thumb brushes across her cheek. Her head bobs eagerly, gliding over my length. Taking me so deep that her nose bumps into my stomach. What. The. Fuck? “You are so fucking good at this.”
She hums again before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of my cock. And I lose it. This might be the best blowjob of my life, but I need more before I finish.
I give her hair a gentle tug. “Up. In that chair.” I nod toward the large armchair beside us and gently direct her there by the elbow.
She moves swiftly and sits down before looking back up at me like a little girl in trouble, her hands pressed between her knees, tits squeezed together between her arms.
“You gonna get shy on me now?” I take a step, wincing at the pain in my stump. But not caring.
“No,” she whispers back. “I’ll take my shorts off if you take the prosthetic off. I can tell it’s hurting you.”
I groan. That’s a level of honesty I’m not sure I’m ready for. But when she adds, “I’m not wearing any panties,” I bend down and get to work peeling the sock down so I can remove it. The minute it pulls free, my leg feels better, but my brain doesn’t.
I feel exposed. Completely naked, right in front of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Young. Vivacious. Whole.
“You are so fucking hot.” The words rush out of her as she licks her lips, and I realize she’s not even looking at my stump. Her eyes are bouncing around my body hungrily, like she can’t decide which part she likes best. Pure lust. Pure desire. And suddenly I don’t give a fuck about my leg. If Hilary was the poison, Violet is the antidote.
I lean down, resting my hands on the arms of the puffy chair, as I come to kneel before her. She leans back and yanks her shorts down, and when they get stuck around her thighs, I lend her a hand. Savoring the feel of them sliding over her skin, of the flex of her calves as I pull them off her feet. And then with one hand covering each of her tiny knees, I open her legs.
So much fucking better in real life.
I slide my palms up her inner thighs, giving her a tight squeeze there, before letting one hand continue up over her mound.
“Oh, god,” she huffs out, looking down at me, at my hands, blue eyes gone dark with yearning.
“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about, little Violet?” I ask as I hold her spread open for me.
“This . . . this is beyond.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Her hips buck in response, and I beat my chest internally. She’s so damn eager. For me.
I trail a thumb over her seam, and she whimpers. So, I do it again. More firmly this time. Parting her lips. “Violet. You are so fucking wet for me.”
“Always,” she whispers, and I groan at her confession.
Why did I take so long to get here?
I slide my thumb into her up to the first joint, and she sighs, her eyes fluttering shut. She looks so fucking good that this time, I sink two fingers into her wet heat, feeling her stretch around me.
I gaze up at her, watching those perfect pink nipples turning to hard points, watching goosebumps spray over her arms. “I wonder how a pussy this pretty tastes.”
Her eyes fly open, just in time to watch me slide those same two fingers into my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters, watching me with rapt fascination as I savor her.
And then I pull her down toward me and dive in.
