The climax came with a turning and twisting clash, throwing her from one direction to the other, and then lifting her only to throw her back down on the bed. Her hips twisted and thrust, as her heels dug into the bed, powered there by quivering legs.
Cole continued to arouse her clitoris to riotous, electric pulses that convulsed her with powerful drums of devastating release. When she began coming completely undone under his continued tongue, he wrapped his thick arm around her thigh and pressed her hips firmly to the bed, holding her there with his forearm, restraining her convulsing body so that she couldn't disturb his continuing efforts.
His goal, she felt, while in the midst of this orgasmic storm, was to sustain her agony and not let her come down. While such a thought during a bath moment or as a distracting fantasy would be very potent, the thought of actually enduring such treatment threw her swimming emotions in the direction of panic and trepidation.
"Oh, no, oh please. God, please. Let me down!"
Cole didn't let her down and his conservation the rhythm he preformed was astounding. Her pleas for mercy only seemed to urge him to continue. She was completely at the will of her orgasm now.
Her legs and arms and body all flung and clawed and did everything they could to break his rhythm, to stop the surging wave of electrocuting bliss. If the pleasure levels were removed, she realized, this would probably feel very much like being electrocuted. No other reference experience came to mind.
"Stop! Please, Cole! Oh God! I can't … I can't … I can't"
Breathe! She screamed in her head, not being able to get the word out pass her hard panting.
Cole finally let her down and her abs jumped and convulsed with aftershocks. Her hands were pulling at her hair, holding on to great clumps. Her chest heaved for air and expelled it as fast as she could take it in. After several moments of recovery, she said, "Dear God, Cole, I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm truly very sorry."
"Are you really?" he asked with a touch of doubt as he lay back down beside her.
She bit her lip. The afterglow raging inside of her was fucking amazing. "Well, sure. I mean, well, no not really."
"I didn't think so. And best not to pile lies on top of such heinous crimes," he smiled at her. “Time to get up, breakfast with Brian is nigh."
"Nigh? Did you just say nigh? Who the fuck talks like that?"
"My dad," he told her without hesitation.
"Oh," she said, "But, um, don't you want me to… well… treat you?"
"Not right now. That's all the monkey-sex we have time for. We slept too late. So, get up and showered or I'll spank you, and you don't want to see that."
"You aren't into spanking, are you?" she asked a little softly, clutching the blanket.
"Not sure. Never had the opportunity to find out. Are you going to force me to explore a new area of sexual interest?"
"No," she said, and started moving as fast as her ravaged body would allow. "I'm getting up. See? I'm moving. No worries. I'm heading for the shower. See?"
"Good," he said and followed her into the shower.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She found Jacob's Diner to be cozy and the service was perfect. They rode here on the bikes and the morning air still held some chill from the night. She was glad she wore her jeans and boots yesterday, and that Cole tossed her the leather jacket he bought for her since hers was too thin and strictly for use as fashion, not protection.
She brought with them three hundred from her just-in-case stash bag, telling Cole that she needed at least a change of clothing and some basic necessities which they didn't have time to gather yesterday evening.
"Angie will take you for a full shopping trip, I'm sure, but yes, there's a super-store we can stop at on our way back to pick up what you need today. Just keep in mind the size of the saddle bag while you shop," he told her.
"Are those the largest size?" she asked curiously.
"Without going custom, yes. Why?"
"Just wondering, as I plan on going on trips with you in the near future," she said and leaned over for a kiss.
After he kissed her, he looked at Brian who was studying traffic through the large windows, "Any word from last night's raids? Rat said his group hit three places and came away with a sizable amount of cash, as well."
"Pillaging is one of the great wealth bringers known to man," Brian said without turning from the window. "There's a car across the street, two men in the front seat. A Cougar, I believe. Red. See them?"
She searched at the same time and found it just as Cole said, "Got them. What's up?"
"They were outside the club at the curb down from where we were. We were most likely the first patch-holders out on the sidewalk this morning."
"I'm not liking where this is going," Cole growled.
"Me neither," Nicole piped.
"How do you want to play it?" Cole asked Brian. When Brian turned a little with a raised eyebrow, Cole said, "Don't give me that look. I'm a street fighter. Learned all I know from gang fights and getting jumped in the wrong neighborhoods. I only have one tactic: kill them. That's as far as planning ever gets with me. However, Jim tells me you're a walking Art of War and I follow directions very well."
"Thanks," Brian told him. "You're senior and thanks for letting me handle this for you."
"Hey, buddy, I like breathing. So you lead. I'll follow."
Brain nodded his thanks again and then looked back out the window. "Well I doubt they are coming in here. If they decide to, we'll spot them long before they get here. Are you armed?"
"Yeah, the cops took mine last night since it was the weapon that was used, but I have extras," Cole informed him.
Brian nodded to the wisdom of this and then asked, "Who is up and close right now? Got their numbers?" Brain asked.
"Yeah," Cole said, taking out his phone and looking over to her. "Hey, baby, eat. It's still good food. Best breakfast in Chicago."
"I seem to be losing my appetite." She murmured.
"Not a good time for that," Cole told her. "You're going to need all the energy you can get."
She looked at him wide-eyed and then Cole added, "Well, you're going shopping after this, right?"
She didn't quite get it, but when it hit, it was lame and cute, and funny as hell under the circumstances. She laughed and gave him a smile, "That is so chauvinistic. I'm shocked you think of me like that."
He returned her smile and started to eat. She checked the car outside again and followed suit.
Cole reported, after a few calls, that he could get two men there in ten minutes. Brian nodded and told him where he wanted the men to arrive at, what direction they needed to come from, and what to do.
Cole listened and she watched his expression, and the growing concentration in his eyes as Brian's words built up the scenario like a model in his mind. could almost see the plan unfolding in his facial expressions as it controlled the enemy’s movements, forced the men in the car to divulge their intentions, and then killed them after the plan revealed they were looking to do the same thing to the Horsemen.