Break In Two (15 page)

When the elevator doors closed, their bodies pressed together, hands moving everywhere as they started to undress each other. Claire unsnapped Cole's shirt in one quick move, leaving him bare-chested. She stood back and stared at his muscular chest, running her hands over his smooth skin, "Oh, yes."

Cole tugged Claire's cardigan off her, as he locked his mouth on hers. They reached their floor and the doors opened, revealing an older couple dressed up to go out. All four looked startled. Cole closed his shirt and they walked past the couple holding hands with their eyes down.

Once the elevator doors shut, with the onlookers safely behind the doors, Cole swept Claire up in his arms and practically ran down the hall to their suite. He had to put her down to try the key card. They frantically waited for the door to unlock.

"Come on, come on," he said, as he jammed it into the card reader a third time. Finally the green light came on and Cole shoved the door open, pulling Claire with him by the hand. The door shut behind them as they stood in the entrance to the bright suite, grabbing at each other's clothes. Claire pulled Cole's shirt the rest of the way off and threw it to the floor, grabbing at his jeans greedily. He didn't have his belt on, so she was able to just tug and the buttons popped open. Cole helped pull his pants down and then leaned against the wall to tear off his boots and socks. His jeans finally came all the way off as Claire tried unsuccessfully to unzip her dress at the back. Cole spun her around and unzipped it for her; then slid it off her shoulders with his fingers, letting it drop to the floor at her feet. Cole hastily unfastened her bra and spun her back to face him. She grabbed at his boxer briefs, tugging them down unceremoniously. She looked directly at his erection and breathed out, making a little 'o' with her mouth, "I missed that."

Cole yanked at her lacy thong with such force that it snapped.

"Oh shit, sorry," he said as he pulled her to him by her hips. Their kisses became frantic, so full of need and desire, that they both could have come if they had stayed there, groping each other long enough.

Cole picked her up by her bottom and turned her back to the wall, pressing her up against it with her legs wrapped around his waist. He started grinding his hips into her and she could feel his cock rubbing along the length of her sex. Claire clawed at his back, pulling him closer to her, "Oh now, Cole, fuck me now."

Cole groaned with desire and carried her over to a low foot stool, positioned neatly in front of an armchair. He sat down on it with her still wrapped around his waist. "I want you on top, so I don't hurt you," he said, pausing between words to kiss her and suck on her bottom lip.

Claire grabbed the back of Cole's head and stared into his eyes with a fierce look, "I'm fine. Let's fuck."

She lowered her legs until her feet reached the floor and lifted her hips up off of him, rubbing his lower abdomen with her wet pussy. Cole held the base of his cock and guided it to her, rubbing the head of it along her until she grabbed hold of it with her sex and pushed herself over the top of it.

"Oh!" they both gasped as he entered her completely. Claire rocked her hips in circles as she pushed against him, tightening her pelvic muscles as she moved.

"Claire, slow down, I don't think I'm going to last for you," Cole whispered as she started grinding her hips into him.

"I'm so close Cole, don't stop me. I need to come now and I want to feel you come with me," she gasped, "Give it to me Cole, please," she breathed, "fuck me."

Cole grabbed her ass with both hands and pushed her down onto him forcefully. The effect was immediate causing the pair to climax simultaneously. Claire cried out, "Yes! Cole! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me!"

Cole lifted her up and down on his lap forcefully, both of their bodies pulsing with delirium. Claire could feel his cock jerk inside her with each release of come as she tightened herself around him to squeeze out every drop he had. She bit down on his collar bone to keep from crying out again. Cole wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her head back so he could kiss her mouth as he finished. Their tongues found each other again as they breathed heavily with exertion.

Claire sat on Cole with her pussy tight around him for a long time, trying to recover. They pressed their foreheads together, trying to catch their breath. She sucked on his earlobe and kissed the base of his neck and his collar bone where she had bit down. Cole moved his hands up to her back, embracing her fully to keep her close. He could never get close enough, never get enough of her, even in this moment.

"Are you okay?" Cole asked, suddenly remembering her injuries.

Claire nodded, her eyes welling up with tears, "I've never felt this good, I promise."

"Are you crying?" he asked, bringing his hands up to hold her face.

Claire nodded. Cole looked at her with such tender concern, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Claire shook her head, she tried to look down but Cole held her face up to his and held her gaze with his eyes, "No, of course not. It's just that I've never felt so loved before. It's just SO much, you know?"

Cole hugged her tighter, "You deserve to be worshipped. You're perfect Claire. You're
my
perfect Claire. I thought I had lost you to Antonio and then I thought I might lose you to your accident. I don't want to ever lose you. I won't ever let you go."

Claire's eyes shone with tears of pure bliss. This moment, sitting on this magnificent, muscular, sexy and sweet man, was the most romantic moment of her life so far. They sat like this until Claire felt a little shudder go up her spine as she realized she was getting chilly.

"You're getting cold. Let's go shower and then get some food," Cole said.

"You read my mind," Claire said, slowly getting up from his lap.

She looked around the room, "Wow! This is an amazing room. I didn't even notice until now. It's huge! And check out that bed!" She walked over to the French doors that lead to the balcony.

"We have a balcony and look at that view of the city with the mountains in the background! Mr. Mitchell, this is going to cost you a fortune!" she glanced over at him with wide eyes, looking concerned.

Cole shrugged, enjoying her enthusiasm. "Totally worth it. That view is only made better by you standing in front of it completely nude. Wow." Cole paused, looking thoughtful, "Although, you could stand in front of a dumpster nude and I would enjoy the view."

Claire laughed, "Let's check out the bathroom." She wandered in, "Oh my God! It's enormous! Not as big as you of course, but still very nice." She poked her head out and winked at him, "Let's forget the shower and have a bath instead. It's a soaker tub with jets and it looks like it would fit at least four people."

Cole cocked his head to the side. "Are you planning to invite guests? You are a kinky girl, aren't you?" he teased as he followed her into the bathroom. His thoughts wandered to the first time he had stayed in a hotel with Gabriela. She was so unimpressed with their surroundings, having grown up rich. Her own childhood bedroom would probably have been twice the size of this suite. He remembered feeling disappointed at how cavalier she was about everything, as though nothing had much appeal to her, other than him for a little while.

He walked into the bathroom and found Claire bending over to turn on the taps and pour some bubble bath into the tub. Cole gave a low whistle, causing Claire to straighten up, "No, no, do that again."

The sun was starting to set outside, giving the bathroom a soft pinkish hue that made Claire look all the more lovely. She stepped into the tub and slid into the water, motioning for him to come join her. Cole got into the tub behind her, even though there was ample room on both sides of her for him to sit down. He pulled her shoulders back to rest her upper body on his chest.

"Come here, Sexy Girl."

She rested against him, drinking in the view and feeling his hands skim over her tummy and chest in a slow, lazy motion.

"Tell me about one of your exes, Cole," she said suddenly.

His hands stopped, "That might kill the moment, don't you think?"

"No. I want to know all about you. I feel like I don't know anything about your past, how you got to be who you are. I thought maybe if you told me a story about someone you dated, I would get a glimpse. It doesn't have to be anything tragic or major. Maybe you have a funny story you want to share with me, something that makes you smile when you think of it?"

"Hmmm, well, that's a tricky one. Let me think for a minute." He went back to caressing her with his fingers, "It's just so hard to think when you're completely naked in my arms. I am not getting enough oxygen to my brain."

"Quit stalling, Cowboy."

"Okay, I'll tell you about the first girl I ever slept with," he replied.

"I was seventeen and she was probably in her mid-twenties, I guess. She was the niece of a friend of our family, here visiting from New York for a summer. She had never been on a horse and her family brought her over to go on a trail ride. She enjoyed it and asked if she could come back for riding lessons while she was here in Colorado. Her uncle would drop her off every Wednesday on the way to his golf lesson and pick her up after it was over. A few weeks into this, she decided she wanted to ride something other than a horse and I was more than happy to oblige.

The first time we had sex was in the stable. The whole thing took about two minutes, but she handled it well. She must have been expecting it to go quickly, so she gave me another shot the next week. Well, by the fourth week, her uncle drops her and then heads off. We go into the barn and get ourselves undressed, only she didn't realize she had forgotten her helmet in his car. Him being the concerned uncle that he was, he drove straight back and to the barn. He found me with his niece bent over in one of the stalls, going to town. She started screaming, he started yelling and I started running. He grabbed a rake and started after me. I must have run clear across the pasture, buck-naked, cock pointed straight in front of me before he gave up. Needless to say, I never did get paid for those lessons. We also stopped getting invited to their family barbeques."

Claire laughed as he told the story, "I can almost see you running. In fact... I would like to see you running naked with an erection. Is there any way we can replay that scene sometime?"

"Not likely - it's not as sexy as it sounds." Cole replied.

"What was her name?"

"Jessica."

"I say we order some food and some champagne and drink to Jessica," Claire said.

"You sure you don't want to go out for supper? We still haven't had a proper date yet."

"I don't think I'll ever want to leave this hotel room. Besides, someone who doesn't know his own strength tore my panties apart and I don't have another pair with me."

"I actually prefer to go on dates with women who don't have panties on. But, since you're so happy here, we should stay," Cole replied. "What do you feel like eating? And don't say 'just a salad' cause I know you're not that kind of girl."

"You do know me. I would kill for a clubhouse sandwich right now."

Cole picked up the phone on the wall above the tub and dialled "O". He ordered and then hung up.

"We've got fifteen minutes," he said.

Claire turned on the hot water to warm up their bath.

"Ahh, that's better," he said as she shut the water off and settled back in between his legs. "Now you tell me about your first time."

Claire leaned her head toward his chest and stroked his arms. "This story isn't funny like yours, but I guess it's only fair. My parents died in a car accident the summer when I was nineteen. I felt exactly as lonely and empty as you might expect. That fall when I started college, I was completely numb. I went to a frat party in the first week of school and met a guy, Todd, who seemed nice enough. He was a pledge. We got to talking and I told him about my parents. He got me a couple of beers and stayed with me for the evening, showing me a nice time. He said he wanted me to feel better, even just for the night. I wanted to feel something other than numb, so I agreed to go upstairs with him to make out. I thought since I was already in college, I better hurry up and have sex, so I decided that was the night. The whole thing was over in a few minutes. Todd said he would call, which of course he didn't. I found out later that there was a two-way mirror to the next room and some of the frat boys had watched us. It was part of his pledge requirement." Claire paused for a moment, and Cole hugged her tight, "Oh well, at least it was before the days of YouTube. My humiliation was shared only by a small group of idiots and the rumours that they spread."

Cole pressed his lips to her temple, "That is a fucking awful story. I hope I run into Todd someday so I can kick his ass."

Claire laughed, "Better yet, you hold him, I'll kick his ass."

"And we'll make sure there's a two-way mirror so all his buddies can watch," Cole said.

"I like your style, Mr. Mitchell." Claire replied.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Cole climbed out of the tub and wrapped himself in a robe, "Meet me in the bedroom?" he asked.

"Be right there."