Foul Play (Whithall University Book 1) (29 page)

I’m stunned. I knew it was bad but picturing a little Cole at five years old starving to the point he had to eat dirty food and steal... I shake my head; my eyes watering at the pain that little boy must have gone through. Even with everything he’s lived through, he’s still managed to turn out perfect, he isn’t bitter or angry, he just carries on moving forward, taking each day as it comes. It makes me see him in a new light, as a new person. It also explains why last week he paid for some homeless mans lunch.

We were all ready to leave McDonalds when Cole went back up to the counter, ordering a bunch of meals. We all thought he was crazy since he ate so much already. But then we got outside and he handed it to the homeless man sitting in a doorway of an old charity shop. He didn’t even stick around for a thank you; he just kept going like it didn’t mean anything, it did though. You could tell it meant a lot to the homeless man, getting a warm meal and when he began crying, choking out a raspy thank you...

My heart melted more for him that day and I knew I was falling for him and every day since I’ve just fallen harder.

“I... I don’t know what to say. I can’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like for you,’’ I whisper and gasp when he steps in front of me, placing his hands on my hips.

“You don’t need to. I’m only telling you this so that you don’t let everything you’ve got going on inside that head of yours fester,’’ he whispers back, his one hand lifting and running through my hair. I nuzzle my face into his palm, my eyes close, savouring the feel of him.

“What are we?’’ I blurt out, changing the whole conversation in a one-eighty.

He gives me a slow seductive smile, his hand copping my jaw before leaning down, his nose brushing along mine before his lips become a whisper above mine. My body is aware of him, all of him and how each muscle ripples when I place my hands on his shoulders, only so I can steady myself. 

Yep! That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

My thighs clench together and I take a large gulp, looking up at him. I take in his handsome face, the line of his cut jaw, the way his chins dips in a little and as I gaze a little higher, my heart accelerating, I take in his full, luscious lips. His bottom lip is fuller than the top, the top lip bow shaped, lips most girls would pay good money for. His tongue snakes out, wetting his bottom lip, across where his cut is and I sigh, feeling hypnotised.

My gaze moves up to his nose, it’s straight, flawless. Everything about him is flawless, not just his chiselled looks and tanned, smooth skin or how cut his abdomen is. His skin is smooth, tanned, a few freckles here and there but nothing noticeable unless you’re up close and personal.

But as my eyes slowly study his appearance, I find myself staring into his half lidded, clear as crystal eyes. His burning eyes search mine, anchoring me to his heart stopping eyes. I’m so lost in them that I don’t hear him speak. I notice from the corner of my eye his lips move, entrancing me.

“What?’’ I ask, shaking my head, forgetting I had even asked him a question because I’d become so lost in him.

“You’re mine,’’ he smirks. “I said you’re mine.’’

I grin widely, my heart fluttering like crazy in my chest. Anyone looking at us from the outside would think he just told me Santa is real but from those two words, I feel like he can move the universe. I’ve never felt so special, so wanted in all my life.

“And you’re mine?’’ I ask, the question slipping from my lips before I can think better of it. I lick my bottom lips nervously, his eyes darkening when they catch the movement.

“Always,’’ he whispers before his lips crash down on mine. I gasp against his lips and he uses that as invitation to slip his tongue inside, massaging it against mine in rough, hard strokes. Needing more I grip his neck, pulling him closer, my back slamming against the fridge. We’re both breathing heavy but neither of us part for air, only catching a little before going back for more.

Grinding my hips against his he growls low and deep and I swallow the sound, feeling more turned on than I ever have before.

His hand on my hip slips slowly down to my thigh, kneading the flesh he can feel through my fishnet tights. I mewl against his mouth, arching my back and when he raises my leg so he can step closer I welcome the pressure, needing more from him. He lifts me effortlessly, pinning me to the fridge, his hard on evident and pressed against my core. I feel like I’m going to explode, my skin feeling on fire.

“We should slow down,’’ he pants against my mouth, his freshly mint breath blowing softly against my lips.

“No! No, we shouldn’t,’’ I whisper back, needing him more right now than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone in my life.

“Low,’’ he groans, grinding his hips against mine and a low moan escapes my mouth.

“Oh God, more,’’ I breathe out, my voice raspy.

He lifts me away from the fridge, carrying me down the hall to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

I’m left panting on the bed; my body sprawled out as he stands above me pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his tight, cut abs. Holy fuck! He’s hot and the tattoos... I’ve noticed them more than once but never questioned him about them and I’m not about to now. It doesn’t stop me from drooling over the tribal markings inked up his arms or the dragon tattoo covering his ribs. It’s Mia’s name written in bold, cursive writing above his heart that leaves me breathless. It’s just more proof of what a good guy he is and how deeply he loves.

He unbuttons his jeans, leaving them undone, making no move to remove them, disappointing me. That is until his hands reach under my leather skirt, reaching for the hem of my fish nets, pulling them down my legs, slow and seductive.

“Please,’’ I plead, shamelessly, willing to give up my first born for him to keep touching me.

He moves back up my body, his hard body looming over me, his lips only a breath away from mine. “Shush, relax,’’ he whispers, causing me to moan when his tongue licks up my neck.

It’s hard to relax when he’s doing that to me.

He’s driving me wild.

To the point of insanity.

Sitting up, I help him remove my Bat Woman outfit, my breathing picking up in anticipation. He pulls the leather material over my head, leaving me in my white bra and black boxers. If I had known we would be doing this I’d have worn something sexier. I don’t even have time to be embarrassed about wearing cotton underwear, mismatched ones at that because an animistic noise escapes Cole, making me forget all about my underwear. My boxers dampen, even more when I feel his tongue swirl around my navel.

Running my fingers through his hair, I pull him closer, needing more.

Moving back up my body, he kisses me once more, taking my breath away. Pulling back, his eyes look black, dilated and full of desire.

“Are you sure, Low, I mean,
really
sure?’’ he asks, almost painfully.

I bring his lips closer, moaning when his hot, hard, body touches mine. “I’m really,
really
sure,’’ I rasp out. “I want this, I want you. I love you,’’ I whisper, my cheeks flushing.

“Fuck,’’ he moans, resting our foreheads together, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, Low, I love you too.’’

I don’t realise how tense I am until he says those three words to me, my whole body relaxing, falling limply on the bed.

Who knew you could fall head over heels for someone so soon after meeting them. I would tell other people they were rushing into things, that it wasn’t love but infatuation. Now knowing how I feel about Cole and how deeply those feelings run, now I know differently.

No regrets.

He kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans of pleasure as he rocks against me, his trousers soft against my thighs.

I lean up, letting him take my bra off, panting hard when the cool air tightens my nipples. Cole looks down a carnal growl rumbles from the back of his throat. He takes my puckered nipple into his warm, wet mouth, sucking it gently whilst swirling his tongue around the tip.

My hips grind faster against his hardness and I groan, needing more friction. I feel like I’m about to explode, the tightness in my core becoming too much for me to handle.

“Liam,’’ I moan out loud, calling him by his given name.

“Fuck,’’ he growls, pressing his erection harder against me.

“Say it again,’’ he demands, in a possessive tone.

At first I don’t know what he’s asking for – the sensations he’s evoking in me are causing me to lose all train of thought. When it finally clicks, I open my eyes, looking deeply into his as I lean up, pressing my naked chest against his, making him moan, his eyes closing tightly.

“Liam,’’ I whisper, seductively.

He slowly stands up from the bed, looking down at my half naked body with so much appreciation and desire that it sends chills over my body, causing goosebumps to cover my body.

He drops his trousers, his boxers falling with them, giving me the perfect view of his appendage, and fucking hell, he’s hung. I knew he was big when he rubbed against me but seeing it up close, pointing at me, it looks even bigger. I want to say it’s beautiful but who the hell calls a penis beautiful? Weirdo’s, that’s who! Although, I can’t help but notice how soft and smooth the skin looks, a few blue veins pulsing down the length. My heart skips a beat when I see how turned on he is, the tip of his dick, bright red and purple, bursting at the seams with pre-cum.

“Oh Lord,’’ I gasp, still watching his huge pointy stick as he looms back over me, gasping when it touches the inside of my thigh, the heat coming from it nearly scolding me.

“Tell me at any time if you want me to stop,’’ he whispers, kissing me once more.

I nod my head, breathing in as he peels my knickers down my legs. When I feel how wet I am I blush, feeling it running down my arse cheeks, dripping onto the bed sheets.

“I can already smell you,’’ he tells me. I don’t get a chance to answer. He dips his head between my legs, driving me wild and making me scream his name.

Once I’m panting out my release, he’s kissing his way back up my body, until he finally reaches my mouth, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. I kiss him back, not caring that I can taste myself on him. It tastes just like lads cum, only sweeter.

His dick rests at my entrance and then out of nowhere, my body tenses, all of a sudden I’m worried about what will happen when he drives himself inside me for the first time.

Will I have a flashback? A panic attack?

Oh God, I can’t do that to him.

I can’t let him think I can’t do this because of him.

“Low, what’s wrong?’’ he calls, pulling his hips away from me, giving me room.

“I’m worried doing it like
this
– meaning position – will bring back bad memories or a flashback,’’ I answer honestly, hating the fact my admission causes him pain, his jaw tensing.

My eyes begin to water, feeling like a failure but I watch in amazement as his eyes soften, leaning in to kiss the tip of my nose.

“I have an idea, do you trust me?’’ he asks, his voice softer.

“With my life,’’ I answer immediately, my voice not once wavering.

“Heyyy,’’ I squeal, as he lifts me up in the air, positioning me over his body.

“Now
you’re
in control.
You
control how deep you go, how slow you go and if you ever need to stop, all you have to do is lift yourself off me. I’ll never stop you,’’ he tells me gently.

“I really do love you,’’ I whisper, feeling a few tears escape.

“I love you too,’’ he tells me, his eyes softening, is love for me reflecting back at me.

Before he can talk me out of this or change his own mind, I take his dick in my hand, lifting myself over him. I ease his hardness inside me, moaning and arching as he stretches me full, filling me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,’’ Cole grunts, holding my hips to slow me down. I want more of him, every delicious inch filling me. I slam myself down on him, hard, his dick hitting the right spot causing me to call out his name in a high pitched scream.

“That feels so good,’’ I moan, moving back up, then slamming back down on him, feeling my body burn with each stroke.

“Oh, fuck!’’ Cole hisses, his hard body tightening even more beneath me. I trace the line of his abs, using them to keep balance as I keep up my steady pace.

It’s never felt this good before, ever. This... This is something else. I can feel my core tightening, sharp tingles causing me to move my body faster.

My body weakens the closer I get so Cole takes over, taking my hips in his large hands, lifting me effortlessly up and down his hard length, slamming himself inside me.

I scream, my voice hoarse as I come, my whole core tightening with my release. Cole follows a few seconds later, his bellow echoing around the room, his hardness pulsing inside of me.

I whimper, still feeling overly sensitive.

I fall limply onto his chest, my breathing out of control, my chest panting as sweat falls down the middle of my chest and back.

Cole’s fingers run up and down my spine and the soft touch causes a sob to break free, tears bursting free from my eyes. I feel everything, all of it overwhelming me to the point I break, letting the tears run free.