Cole: The Wounded Sons, Leah Sharelle [the reading list .TXT] 📗

started to pull her hand away, but I quickly pressed my palm down on hers to stop her.

“No! I do, it’s just that I remember something you did that night. You holding onto my leg like you are now just triggered a memory,” I explained hastily, hating that our first sexual encounter was still a haze from the grog I’d consumed. All these snippets coming back in dribs and drabs were annoying as fuck and fucking embarrassing. What kind of man could ever forget bedding this gorgeous creature? A fucking idiot.

Oaklee stared back down at her hand, and then a wicked smile spread her lips.

“Oh, you mean when I was sitting on your lap reverse cowgirl style?” she asked innocently though her intention was anything but saintly. She knew what she was doing and I hoped she knew the consequences of teasing me.

“That would be the one,” I agreed, low and dangerous. Then without any warning, I grabbed Oaklee around her tiny waist and lifted her onto my lap … backwards. A surprised yelp shot from her lips as I held her back close against my chest, her hair between us tickling my skin. I still had my shirt off due to the unseasonably warm night, and Oaklee had changed from her sexy skin-tight jeans to a pair of denim cut-off shorts midway through the day.

Lucky me.

“Went like this, didn’t it?” I breathed huskily into her ear, my teeth scraping against her delicate skin beneath her lobe.

“Ummm, not quite, I was … Ummm a little more forward,” she groaned, dropping her head to the side to give me better access to her throat.

“We can recreate that later, I kind of like this way for now,” I told me, shifting my arse back further into the couch and spreading my legs out in front of me, so we were in a more slouched position, Oaklee leaning right back on my chest giving me all her slight weight.

“I hear those moans of yours in my dreams, now it’s time to hear them again for real,” I hummed against her skin, lathing the dreamy soft skin with my tongue. “Is that okay with you, Temptress?” I asked, giving the control over to her, and if Oaklee said no, then it won’t happen, simple as that. I might have fucked her drunk, but I recall her giving her consent, that much I wasn’t fuzzy on.

“Yeah,” Oaklee’s whimpered permission made me smile, this chick was so hot and sexy, and her reaction to me was enticing and so natural. There was nothing planned or calculated about her; she was as real as you can get a person to be.

Slipping my hands around to her belly, I grabbed her tank top in my fingers and shoved it up until it was out of my way.

I was on a mission of seduction.

“Keep your sexy arse on my crotch, darlin’, but spread your legs over mine for me, yeah?” I murmured seductively while reaching the button on her shorts.

“Yeah,” she whimpered again, slipping her long legs over to sit on either side of mine, her bum firmly planted on my burgeoning dick. My dick was now so hard, it had its own heartbeat, but this was about relearning Oaklee, not about my own selfish needs. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I wanted in her wet heat so bad I could taste it, but first, I wanted to do this right. We were yet to discuss how we were going to work, how to accomplish that without hurting anyone else in the process. For now, though, getting Oaklee off was much more important.

“That’s my Temptress,” I crooned as I slid her zipper down, then let out a loud moan when my fingers hit soft hair.

“Baby, where are your panties?”

“In the drawer,” she answered, her hips lifting off my arse as I pushed her shorts further down and as her pelvis chased my fingers.

“Why aren’t you wearing them?” I corrected my question, annoyed that she had been around my mates and the construction crew bare under her pants. On one hand it turned me on, knowing she had been bare working beside me all day, but on the other, pissed that any of the other the men today might have noticed.

“My jeans were too tight for underwear,” Oaklee panted, lifting her hips again to chase my touch.

“Mmmm.” Rubbing one finger through the slit between her lips, I groaned at the wetness already gathering there. My dick lengthened against Oaklee’s bare arse, begging to feel her skin to skin, but he wasn’t getting out, not tonight.

Sliding my free hand up her belly, I bunched her singlet top over her breasts, finding them bare too.

“Jesus, baby, you really want to be spanked, don’t you?” I growled, resting my chin on her shoulder and looking down at the prettiest breasts I ever had the pleasure of seeing. Oaklee wasn’t overly endowed; her tits were small, a little less than a handful, with juicy extended pale pink nipples. My mouth watered for a taste, but it was impossible to suck her tits and play with her pussy in this position.

Cupping one perfect mound, I squeezed it gently, capturing the pert nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and massaged it.

“Cole,” Oaklee moaned, writhing her beautiful bottom into my crotch, her chest pushing further into my hand.

“Lift baby, I want these shorts completely off so I can see your pussy,” I demanded hotly, biting her lobe, then traced my tongue where my teeth had been.

Whimpering, Oaklee lifted her hips and hurriedly pushed her shorts down her legs, kicking until one leg sprang free then the other, the garment landing somewhere on the floor.

“Good girl,” I whispered, licking down the length of her exposed neck, sucking at the delicate skin, not caring that there might be evidence left for anyone to see.

“Now, put your legs back over mine, open that pussy so I can play with it.”

Oaklee complied straightaway, her legs shaking as she hooked them over