Fic: Starving For Your Love
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wolfish_willowFandom: The Babysitter / The Babysitter: Killer Queen
Title: Starving For Your Love (AO3 link)
Rating: E
Genre/Pairing: Bee/Cole Johnson
Characters: Bee, Cole Johnson
Word Count: 3,123
Summary: Bee curses Cole to live off of sexual energy, whether he wants to or not.
Content Notes: Non-Con
Author's Notes: Written for Scalding Hot Consent Issues Bingo (round 2). For the square: Fuck or Die - Character Cursed To Live Off Sexual Energy Must Fuck Often Or Starve
The sun was low over the horizon, but the breeze was warm when Bee opened the door to interrupt the desperate knocking coming from the other side. She stood just inside the frame, wrapping her left hand on the edge of the door while she leaned her other arm against the wood. Satisfaction coiled low in her belly at the sight that greeted her.
Sweat beaded along Cole's hairline. It left his forehead and jawline shiny in the early evening light. His eyes locked with hers, as wide as they always were when he looked in her direction. There was hunger there, familiar and not.
Bee wasn't blind. She'd seen the way Cole looked at her when she used to babysit him. She might even have been guilty of encouraging his crush. If the others asked, she would have told them it was to keep him from suspecting what she was planning. The truth was, she'd thought he was cute and funny and knew he'd grow up even cuter. It was only too bad the other people his age hadn't learned to appreciate how well he'd grown up.
Their loss was her gain; his blood had kept her alive and she meant to give him something back. Something he had always wanted—had still wanted even after everything she put him through when he was twelve.
He wasn't twelve anymore. The hunger in his eyes was deeper, more desperate than it had ever been, even when he'd been dealing with all the hormones of a kid who didn't know what he was feeling.
That hunger was nearly out of control. He was right where she wanted him. Cole still didn't know what he was feeling, but that was more than all right. Bee planned to teach him.
"What…" Cole swallowed and Bee's eyes were drawn to the way his Adam's apple bobbed with the motion even as he planted a heavy hand against the wall. She watched him sway towards her before he snapped back to himself enough to keep from coming any closer. For now. "What did you do to me?"
Jutting out her bottom lip, Bee glanced away from Cole and to her hand on the door instead. Slowly, she trailed the tips of her fingers against the stained wood. The corner of her mouth twitched at the choking noise he made, but she otherwise pretended not to notice.
"You're not enjoying my gift?"
She looked at him then, her head tilted down to stare up at him through full lashes. The move might have killed him when he'd been twelve and crushing on her so hard that he'd considered becoming her protege—before he tried burning her book before her eyes. Now, it had him swaying towards her again with a low groan that sent a pleased jolt down her spine.
"Come on, Cee," she said, reaching out to wrap his necktie around her hand and pull him inside. "If you're this bad off, you must be starving."
"I'm not," Cole shook his head sharply, but didn't pull away. He didn't even try. Considering how far gone he nearly was, he probably couldn't. Bee closed her eyes at the thought, taking a deep breath. She wanted to savor this, "hungry, I'm not—what did you do?"
Turning around, Bee leaned back against the door until it latched shut with a quiet click. His tie still wrapped around her hand, she gave it a gentle tug down. Cole blinked at her in confusion, but she didn't mind. His body would understand soon enough. She didn't stop, pulling him down with gentle, steady pressure, confident he would bend before he started to choke.
And bend he did, his knees buckling underneath him. Cole dropped onto them with an uneven set of thumps, both of his hands instinctively reaching out to cushion his fall and finding their way around her legs.
"Shit," he gasped, eyes locked on the sliver of skin showing between her shirt and shorts. Seemingly without thought, he leaned in, running his nose over her belly and breathing her in.
Bee curled the fingers of both her hands in Cole's hair. She pressed back against the door, head tilted up, enjoying the sensation of soft lips and sucking kisses. It'd been too long since she felt anything like it; even longer since she cared about the person who was doing the kissing.
"Cole," she moaned, unsurprised that the sound of his name seemed to snap him out of the haze he was in enough to stop what he'd been doing. It wouldn't last long. Not with how far gone he was.
"What, Bee, I—"
"Like I said," she looked down, tilting Cole's head up to meet his eyes, "you're starving, Coley."
He couldn't shake his head—she wouldn't let him—but he tried and he moaned at the tug of her hands keeping him in place. Lips stretching into a sly smile, Bee slipped one of her fingers down the side of his face and across his mouth. It dropped open at her touch, desperate to be filled with something. Anything. She knew how badly he needed it; would have been able to tell even if she hadn't been the one to cause it.
Rather than give him what he wanted, Bee tapped her nail against the bottom of his chin.
"Don't worry," she said, lips stretching wider at the decidedly unhappy expression on her boy's face. He wouldn't be wearing it for long; once he finally gave in, let himself take what he needed, he would be elated. Beyond it.
And then the hunger would begin to build up and start the process all over again.
This was only his first time. It didn't surprise her how hard he must have been fighting it before finding his way to her. The longer it went on, the easier it would get. Eventually Cole wouldn't hesitate before dropping to his knees for her and begging her to give him what he so desperately needed.
Confident he wouldn't be going anywhere, Bee let go of Cole completely. His eyes squeezed shut and his grip on her went tight. So tight that it took some coaxing to get his fingers to uncurl from her thighs long enough to do what she needed to.
"Be a good boy now," she said, winking when he met her eyes, his expression a cross between pleased and embarrassed. He would lose that eventually, too, once he realized just how badly he wanted to be good for her. How much he needed her to keep him from losing himself.
Bee unbuttoned her shorts and Cole's eyes snapped down and ahead, staring right where she'd exposed a little more skin.
"Pull them down," she told him, petting her fingers through his hair while he scrambled to obey. He buried his face between her thighs before he'd even gotten them all the way off and Bee hummed, stepping out of one of the legs.
"Help hold me up."
His hands came around her thighs. Despite his skinny frame, there was strength in his arms. Enough that Bee could lean back against the door and his hands and spread her legs wide enough to give him the room he needed.
"Fuck, Cole, your mouth." Bee curled her hands in his hair, grinding forward as well as she could, curling her toes at the slide of his tongue along her skin. "I'm going to have you use it all the time. Your jaw will be so sore from going down on me you won't be able to talk anymore and you're still going to fucking beg for more."
His groan vibrated through her. She dropped her chin, wanting, needing to watch. Bee had been waiting so long for this; long enough she had almost started to wonder whether it hadn't taken at all. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking with a gentler pressure than she would have thought he was capable of in his state but so good she couldn't help but curl her fingers that much harder in his hair. Cole groaned again and she chuckled breathlessly before moaning herself at the lathe of his tongue.
"Such a good boy," she told him, chest tight and voice thin. It was almost too difficult to manage full sentences with his face between her legs and him doing everything he could to chase the taste of her. She watched him react to her words, the way his whole body jerked, hands clenching and unclenching around her thighs. "Being so good holding me up when you must want to touch yourself so badly it hurts."
His fingers curled, the tips digging hard into the meat of her thighs. There would be finger shaped bruises there later. She couldn't wait to make him kiss them better.
"You're going to learn to come just from this," she said, tilting her head back up to rest against the door. "And when you do," she lifted one of her hands from his head, trailing it up over her own stomach beneath her shirt to pinch one of her nipples between her fingers. It wasn't the same as someone else doing it for her, but she needed more and she wouldn't be getting it from him until she brought him to her bedroom—soon, but not yet, "I'm going to be so proud."
And he would learn just that. To come on his knees, untouched, from the taste of her; from knowing how much pleasure he was giving her. It wouldn't happen now, but Bee could be patient. And Cole had plenty of time to learn.
Besides, she wanted his dick inside her even more than she wanted his mouth.
He sucked her clit again and she ground against him as much as she could, toes curling at the familiar build up before her orgasm crashed over her. Bee gasped, dropping her hand down to join the other in holding Cole's head, gripping so tight it must have hurt and only getting an enthusiastic moan in response.
She stood where she was for a minute, catching her breath and enjoying the sucking kisses Cole left along her inner thigh.
"Back up," she said softly, letting go of him so he could obey. His mouth and jaw were shiny and wet. His eyes were, too. The hunger was still there, but she knew it would be. He'd been starving himself, whether he knew it or not, and he would need so much more to feel sated.
"Ah-ah."
Bee shook her head, pointing one finger at his dick. More accurately, at where he'd started to press the palm of his hand down against it over his pants. There was a dark patch there and Bee bit her lip, pressing her thighs together against the renewed throbbing at more proof of how badly he wanted her.
Eyes wide, Cole let go as though he'd been burned and stared up at her. "Please, I need—I can't—"
"Oh I know what you need."
She wrapped his tie around her hand again, pulling him up onto shaky legs. His hands slid up her thighs and ass before settling against her sides. Eyes dropping down to her chest, his breath picked up at the sight of her wrinkled shirt, still rucked up from Bee touching herself.
"Come on."
Bee pushed away from the door, her breasts rubbing up against Cole's chest and eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Smirking again, Bee led the way deeper into the house, her hand resting on top of her shoulder to give Cole the slightest bit of slack while she pulled him along behind her.
He still ended up so close she could feel him.
Her bedroom was down the hall and Cole reached out, his hands curling around her waist when they reached it, like he thought she might change her mind. Take care of herself while locking him in the hall to wait instead, unable to touch her and not allowed to touch himself for relief.
She paused for a moment, picturing the image of that in her mind and feeling the warm throbbing between her legs again. That wasn't the plan for today—she wasn't so cruel as to let him starve when he'd gone long enough without what he needed. But it was something to keep in mind for later. Cole might need help staying in line, before his mind and body agreed to let him give into his body's new urges.
That was what she needed to focus on right now. Helping him learn to surrender. That it was better and more rewarding than fighting against it ever would be.
Turning to face him, Bee let his tie unravel from her hand and watched it fall down against his chest. Cole leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers when Bee smoothed the tie back out. He was fever-warm even through his clothes. Where their heads touched, she felt the sticky, tacky sensation of sweat and stopped to savor that, too. Her affect on him; her gift; his curse.
With both hands flat atop his chest, Bee gently pushed him back and away from her. She didn't stop until he was a full arms length away even when he told her again that he needed something. As though she didn't know. As though she hadn't been looking forward to this moment for weeks, waiting and hoping that she hadn't messed up something as simple as a little energy-based curse.
Curling her fingers around the hem of her shirt, Bee began to slide it up and off her stomach, then her chest. Her eyes never left Cole's, though his dropped lower to watch as she uncovered more and more skin.
"Get naked," she told him, lips stretching wide at how quickly he scrambled again to obey.
She finished taking off her own shirt at a less desperate pace before sitting on top of her bed and sliding back until she could stretch out along it. When Cole was out of his clothes, he looked and froze at the sight of her. His dick twitched, beads of precome leaving it as shiny and wet as his mouth had been.
Bee brushed the pads of her fingers up her stomach to her breasts, tickling at the skin there and watching the hunger, the need, wash over Cole.
Spreading her legs to make room for him, she motioned him to join her. "Can't fuck me from all the way over there, Cee."
He swallowed so hard she was almost surprised his tongue hadn't gone along with it. Kneeling on the bed, Cole paused, eyes trailing down the length of her body. Taking her in.
"You can touch." She reached for one of his hands, dropping it down between her legs and closing her eyes at the feeling. "I want you to, or you wouldn't be here."
"Bee, I—" Cole groaned as he slipped his fingers inside her. "Can I fuck you? Please. I… I know you said… my mouth but I—"
"Oh, there'll be plenty of time to tire out your mouth later," she said, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up and over her. Legs pressed up against his sides, she drew him closer, kissing him. She didn't let up, holding him, kissing him, even after he was left panting into her mouth more than anything else.
His dick rubbed against her, stealing his breath away just as much as making out with her, she was sure. It felt almost perfect. Next time, she thought, next time she would tease him longer. Make him beg to be inside of her, even just the tip, anything to be allowed to get off.
Today, she wrapped her hand around his dick and helped guide him inside, clenching around him just to hear the sound he would make when she did. He cursed, tearing his mouth away from hers and dropping his head down until their cheeks touched. She gave him a minute to catch his breath, running her hands down his back, across his shoulders, the back of his neck. Savoring every part of him she could reach and clenching around him again when his breathing calmed down enough he was no longer in danger of passing out before they got to the good part.
Digging one of her heels into the back of his thigh, Bee urged Cole to move and oh, did he move. It was no time at all before he was doing what he'd asked permission for just moments ago. He fucked her like he was made for it—and, in a way, he was now. Cole didn't know it yet, wouldn't understand even when he came back to himself, but he was hers now. Every inch of him belonged to her—wanted to belong to her—and no one else would ever be enough.
"Touch me," she demanded, wrapping her arms around him and meeting each thrust with one of her own. "Use your… fingers, make me cum."
"Fuck," Cole choked out even as he followed her instructions.
His hand slipped between them, fingers brushing over her clit. It took him a second to find a rhythm but she didn't mind—they had all the time in the world for him to learn. When he did, though, Bee threw her head back against her pillows, reaching up to brace herself on the headboard so she could fuck him harder, chasing her own orgasm as much as he was chasing his.
Cole took advantage of the extra skin she bared, sucking at her collarbone, her neck, whatever he could reach. She would have marks littered across her skin when this was over and the thought was enough to tip her over the edge. Bee came with a cry of Cole's name, letting the euphoria crash through her without a care that she was probably leaving bloody marks of her own where she was digging her nails into his shoulder.
He didn't seem to mind either; Cole only managed two more thrusts before he came, too, releasing inside of her without a thought.
A lazy grin formed across Bee's face. She encouraged him to drop his head against her, relishing the feeling of him hiding his face against her neck and his lips pressing against her skin. His hair was drenched with sweat, but she didn't care. There was no reversing it now. Cole was hers.
Forever.
"We're going to have so much fun together," she said, scratching her nails against his scalp while she waited for him to wake up from the haze of now-sated hunger. "Bee and Cee, the dream team."
Title: Starving For Your Love (AO3 link)
Rating: E
Genre/Pairing: Bee/Cole Johnson
Characters: Bee, Cole Johnson
Word Count: 3,123
Summary: Bee curses Cole to live off of sexual energy, whether he wants to or not.
Content Notes: Non-Con
Author's Notes: Written for Scalding Hot Consent Issues Bingo (round 2). For the square: Fuck or Die - Character Cursed To Live Off Sexual Energy Must Fuck Often Or Starve
The sun was low over the horizon, but the breeze was warm when Bee opened the door to interrupt the desperate knocking coming from the other side. She stood just inside the frame, wrapping her left hand on the edge of the door while she leaned her other arm against the wood. Satisfaction coiled low in her belly at the sight that greeted her.
Sweat beaded along Cole's hairline. It left his forehead and jawline shiny in the early evening light. His eyes locked with hers, as wide as they always were when he looked in her direction. There was hunger there, familiar and not.
Bee wasn't blind. She'd seen the way Cole looked at her when she used to babysit him. She might even have been guilty of encouraging his crush. If the others asked, she would have told them it was to keep him from suspecting what she was planning. The truth was, she'd thought he was cute and funny and knew he'd grow up even cuter. It was only too bad the other people his age hadn't learned to appreciate how well he'd grown up.
Their loss was her gain; his blood had kept her alive and she meant to give him something back. Something he had always wanted—had still wanted even after everything she put him through when he was twelve.
He wasn't twelve anymore. The hunger in his eyes was deeper, more desperate than it had ever been, even when he'd been dealing with all the hormones of a kid who didn't know what he was feeling.
That hunger was nearly out of control. He was right where she wanted him. Cole still didn't know what he was feeling, but that was more than all right. Bee planned to teach him.
"What…" Cole swallowed and Bee's eyes were drawn to the way his Adam's apple bobbed with the motion even as he planted a heavy hand against the wall. She watched him sway towards her before he snapped back to himself enough to keep from coming any closer. For now. "What did you do to me?"
Jutting out her bottom lip, Bee glanced away from Cole and to her hand on the door instead. Slowly, she trailed the tips of her fingers against the stained wood. The corner of her mouth twitched at the choking noise he made, but she otherwise pretended not to notice.
"You're not enjoying my gift?"
She looked at him then, her head tilted down to stare up at him through full lashes. The move might have killed him when he'd been twelve and crushing on her so hard that he'd considered becoming her protege—before he tried burning her book before her eyes. Now, it had him swaying towards her again with a low groan that sent a pleased jolt down her spine.
"Come on, Cee," she said, reaching out to wrap his necktie around her hand and pull him inside. "If you're this bad off, you must be starving."
"I'm not," Cole shook his head sharply, but didn't pull away. He didn't even try. Considering how far gone he nearly was, he probably couldn't. Bee closed her eyes at the thought, taking a deep breath. She wanted to savor this, "hungry, I'm not—what did you do?"
Turning around, Bee leaned back against the door until it latched shut with a quiet click. His tie still wrapped around her hand, she gave it a gentle tug down. Cole blinked at her in confusion, but she didn't mind. His body would understand soon enough. She didn't stop, pulling him down with gentle, steady pressure, confident he would bend before he started to choke.
And bend he did, his knees buckling underneath him. Cole dropped onto them with an uneven set of thumps, both of his hands instinctively reaching out to cushion his fall and finding their way around her legs.
"Shit," he gasped, eyes locked on the sliver of skin showing between her shirt and shorts. Seemingly without thought, he leaned in, running his nose over her belly and breathing her in.
Bee curled the fingers of both her hands in Cole's hair. She pressed back against the door, head tilted up, enjoying the sensation of soft lips and sucking kisses. It'd been too long since she felt anything like it; even longer since she cared about the person who was doing the kissing.
"Cole," she moaned, unsurprised that the sound of his name seemed to snap him out of the haze he was in enough to stop what he'd been doing. It wouldn't last long. Not with how far gone he was.
"What, Bee, I—"
"Like I said," she looked down, tilting Cole's head up to meet his eyes, "you're starving, Coley."
He couldn't shake his head—she wouldn't let him—but he tried and he moaned at the tug of her hands keeping him in place. Lips stretching into a sly smile, Bee slipped one of her fingers down the side of his face and across his mouth. It dropped open at her touch, desperate to be filled with something. Anything. She knew how badly he needed it; would have been able to tell even if she hadn't been the one to cause it.
Rather than give him what he wanted, Bee tapped her nail against the bottom of his chin.
"Don't worry," she said, lips stretching wider at the decidedly unhappy expression on her boy's face. He wouldn't be wearing it for long; once he finally gave in, let himself take what he needed, he would be elated. Beyond it.
And then the hunger would begin to build up and start the process all over again.
This was only his first time. It didn't surprise her how hard he must have been fighting it before finding his way to her. The longer it went on, the easier it would get. Eventually Cole wouldn't hesitate before dropping to his knees for her and begging her to give him what he so desperately needed.
Confident he wouldn't be going anywhere, Bee let go of Cole completely. His eyes squeezed shut and his grip on her went tight. So tight that it took some coaxing to get his fingers to uncurl from her thighs long enough to do what she needed to.
"Be a good boy now," she said, winking when he met her eyes, his expression a cross between pleased and embarrassed. He would lose that eventually, too, once he realized just how badly he wanted to be good for her. How much he needed her to keep him from losing himself.
Bee unbuttoned her shorts and Cole's eyes snapped down and ahead, staring right where she'd exposed a little more skin.
"Pull them down," she told him, petting her fingers through his hair while he scrambled to obey. He buried his face between her thighs before he'd even gotten them all the way off and Bee hummed, stepping out of one of the legs.
"Help hold me up."
His hands came around her thighs. Despite his skinny frame, there was strength in his arms. Enough that Bee could lean back against the door and his hands and spread her legs wide enough to give him the room he needed.
"Fuck, Cole, your mouth." Bee curled her hands in his hair, grinding forward as well as she could, curling her toes at the slide of his tongue along her skin. "I'm going to have you use it all the time. Your jaw will be so sore from going down on me you won't be able to talk anymore and you're still going to fucking beg for more."
His groan vibrated through her. She dropped her chin, wanting, needing to watch. Bee had been waiting so long for this; long enough she had almost started to wonder whether it hadn't taken at all. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking with a gentler pressure than she would have thought he was capable of in his state but so good she couldn't help but curl her fingers that much harder in his hair. Cole groaned again and she chuckled breathlessly before moaning herself at the lathe of his tongue.
"Such a good boy," she told him, chest tight and voice thin. It was almost too difficult to manage full sentences with his face between her legs and him doing everything he could to chase the taste of her. She watched him react to her words, the way his whole body jerked, hands clenching and unclenching around her thighs. "Being so good holding me up when you must want to touch yourself so badly it hurts."
His fingers curled, the tips digging hard into the meat of her thighs. There would be finger shaped bruises there later. She couldn't wait to make him kiss them better.
"You're going to learn to come just from this," she said, tilting her head back up to rest against the door. "And when you do," she lifted one of her hands from his head, trailing it up over her own stomach beneath her shirt to pinch one of her nipples between her fingers. It wasn't the same as someone else doing it for her, but she needed more and she wouldn't be getting it from him until she brought him to her bedroom—soon, but not yet, "I'm going to be so proud."
And he would learn just that. To come on his knees, untouched, from the taste of her; from knowing how much pleasure he was giving her. It wouldn't happen now, but Bee could be patient. And Cole had plenty of time to learn.
Besides, she wanted his dick inside her even more than she wanted his mouth.
He sucked her clit again and she ground against him as much as she could, toes curling at the familiar build up before her orgasm crashed over her. Bee gasped, dropping her hand down to join the other in holding Cole's head, gripping so tight it must have hurt and only getting an enthusiastic moan in response.
She stood where she was for a minute, catching her breath and enjoying the sucking kisses Cole left along her inner thigh.
"Back up," she said softly, letting go of him so he could obey. His mouth and jaw were shiny and wet. His eyes were, too. The hunger was still there, but she knew it would be. He'd been starving himself, whether he knew it or not, and he would need so much more to feel sated.
"Ah-ah."
Bee shook her head, pointing one finger at his dick. More accurately, at where he'd started to press the palm of his hand down against it over his pants. There was a dark patch there and Bee bit her lip, pressing her thighs together against the renewed throbbing at more proof of how badly he wanted her.
Eyes wide, Cole let go as though he'd been burned and stared up at her. "Please, I need—I can't—"
"Oh I know what you need."
She wrapped his tie around her hand again, pulling him up onto shaky legs. His hands slid up her thighs and ass before settling against her sides. Eyes dropping down to her chest, his breath picked up at the sight of her wrinkled shirt, still rucked up from Bee touching herself.
"Come on."
Bee pushed away from the door, her breasts rubbing up against Cole's chest and eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Smirking again, Bee led the way deeper into the house, her hand resting on top of her shoulder to give Cole the slightest bit of slack while she pulled him along behind her.
He still ended up so close she could feel him.
Her bedroom was down the hall and Cole reached out, his hands curling around her waist when they reached it, like he thought she might change her mind. Take care of herself while locking him in the hall to wait instead, unable to touch her and not allowed to touch himself for relief.
She paused for a moment, picturing the image of that in her mind and feeling the warm throbbing between her legs again. That wasn't the plan for today—she wasn't so cruel as to let him starve when he'd gone long enough without what he needed. But it was something to keep in mind for later. Cole might need help staying in line, before his mind and body agreed to let him give into his body's new urges.
That was what she needed to focus on right now. Helping him learn to surrender. That it was better and more rewarding than fighting against it ever would be.
Turning to face him, Bee let his tie unravel from her hand and watched it fall down against his chest. Cole leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers when Bee smoothed the tie back out. He was fever-warm even through his clothes. Where their heads touched, she felt the sticky, tacky sensation of sweat and stopped to savor that, too. Her affect on him; her gift; his curse.
With both hands flat atop his chest, Bee gently pushed him back and away from her. She didn't stop until he was a full arms length away even when he told her again that he needed something. As though she didn't know. As though she hadn't been looking forward to this moment for weeks, waiting and hoping that she hadn't messed up something as simple as a little energy-based curse.
Curling her fingers around the hem of her shirt, Bee began to slide it up and off her stomach, then her chest. Her eyes never left Cole's, though his dropped lower to watch as she uncovered more and more skin.
"Get naked," she told him, lips stretching wide at how quickly he scrambled again to obey.
She finished taking off her own shirt at a less desperate pace before sitting on top of her bed and sliding back until she could stretch out along it. When Cole was out of his clothes, he looked and froze at the sight of her. His dick twitched, beads of precome leaving it as shiny and wet as his mouth had been.
Bee brushed the pads of her fingers up her stomach to her breasts, tickling at the skin there and watching the hunger, the need, wash over Cole.
Spreading her legs to make room for him, she motioned him to join her. "Can't fuck me from all the way over there, Cee."
He swallowed so hard she was almost surprised his tongue hadn't gone along with it. Kneeling on the bed, Cole paused, eyes trailing down the length of her body. Taking her in.
"You can touch." She reached for one of his hands, dropping it down between her legs and closing her eyes at the feeling. "I want you to, or you wouldn't be here."
"Bee, I—" Cole groaned as he slipped his fingers inside her. "Can I fuck you? Please. I… I know you said… my mouth but I—"
"Oh, there'll be plenty of time to tire out your mouth later," she said, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up and over her. Legs pressed up against his sides, she drew him closer, kissing him. She didn't let up, holding him, kissing him, even after he was left panting into her mouth more than anything else.
His dick rubbed against her, stealing his breath away just as much as making out with her, she was sure. It felt almost perfect. Next time, she thought, next time she would tease him longer. Make him beg to be inside of her, even just the tip, anything to be allowed to get off.
Today, she wrapped her hand around his dick and helped guide him inside, clenching around him just to hear the sound he would make when she did. He cursed, tearing his mouth away from hers and dropping his head down until their cheeks touched. She gave him a minute to catch his breath, running her hands down his back, across his shoulders, the back of his neck. Savoring every part of him she could reach and clenching around him again when his breathing calmed down enough he was no longer in danger of passing out before they got to the good part.
Digging one of her heels into the back of his thigh, Bee urged Cole to move and oh, did he move. It was no time at all before he was doing what he'd asked permission for just moments ago. He fucked her like he was made for it—and, in a way, he was now. Cole didn't know it yet, wouldn't understand even when he came back to himself, but he was hers now. Every inch of him belonged to her—wanted to belong to her—and no one else would ever be enough.
"Touch me," she demanded, wrapping her arms around him and meeting each thrust with one of her own. "Use your… fingers, make me cum."
"Fuck," Cole choked out even as he followed her instructions.
His hand slipped between them, fingers brushing over her clit. It took him a second to find a rhythm but she didn't mind—they had all the time in the world for him to learn. When he did, though, Bee threw her head back against her pillows, reaching up to brace herself on the headboard so she could fuck him harder, chasing her own orgasm as much as he was chasing his.
Cole took advantage of the extra skin she bared, sucking at her collarbone, her neck, whatever he could reach. She would have marks littered across her skin when this was over and the thought was enough to tip her over the edge. Bee came with a cry of Cole's name, letting the euphoria crash through her without a care that she was probably leaving bloody marks of her own where she was digging her nails into his shoulder.
He didn't seem to mind either; Cole only managed two more thrusts before he came, too, releasing inside of her without a thought.
A lazy grin formed across Bee's face. She encouraged him to drop his head against her, relishing the feeling of him hiding his face against her neck and his lips pressing against her skin. His hair was drenched with sweat, but she didn't care. There was no reversing it now. Cole was hers.
Forever.
"We're going to have so much fun together," she said, scratching her nails against his scalp while she waited for him to wake up from the haze of now-sated hunger. "Bee and Cee, the dream team."