6. Dream Come True: STORY 1 END

Chapter 6

Mia’s POV

I ran to the door, my heart pounding so loud it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Please let it be Cole. I got home yesterday, but he called to say he had something to do. I’d been waiting for him all day, hoping he’d show up the minute I stepped inside.

I don’t know why I got so mad. Maybe it was because I had built up this hope, this need for something more from him.

My hands hit the door and I pushed it open with a big smile, ready to see him.

“You’re—” The words caught in my throat. My smile vanished as soon as I saw who it really was.

“Alex…” My voice sounded tiny.

“Why?” He looked me over, noticing the light gone from my face. “Why do you look so dull? Expecting someone else? You looked happier before.” He walked inside, dragging his luggage behind him.

“Ah… no.” I let out an awkward laugh, closing the door behind me, following him into the house.

“Why are you back so early?” I asked, trying to keep calm.

I’d prayed, begged even, for Cole to be here. Why did Alex have to ruin it? Why now?

“Something came up. I didn’t even leave the airport. I had to go somewhere yesterday. I would have come straight home if I could.” He glanced around, like he was searching for something. “By the way, where’s Cole?”

“He wasn’t around when I got back from school.” My voice came out quieter than I wanted.

He spun around suddenly, catching me off guard, and I softened, hiding the tension.

“So… were you alone all night?” His eyes grew wide.

I wanted to roll my eyes so hard. Why did he have to be so annoying? If he knew he was coming home now, why did he have to drag Cole here and make me even more hungry for that hard, perfect body of his?

Without answering, I brushed past him. “I’ll be in my room.” I muttered, heading upstairs, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Pmph!” I snarled at the door.

***

Evening.

I rolled over on my bed, the ceiling above me blank and lifeless. Everything inside felt dull, like a storm had passed through and taken all color with it. I grabbed my phone, desperate for even a single message from Cole, some sign that he was thinking about me, craving me. But the screen stayed empty, mocking me. I hadn’t moved from my room since I came back.

“It’s so boring!” I groaned, punching the pillow beside me, frustration and need tightening my chest.

My throat was dry and raw, a physical ache that made me grab my phone, flick the torchlight on, and sneak quietly out of my room.

The kitchen was cold, the only light was the pale glow from my phone. I opened the freezer and grabbed a cold bottle of water, the chill a sharp contrast to the heat simmering under my skin. I uncapped it and lifted the bottle to my lips.

Then, suddenly, strong hands crushed my breasts from behind, squeezing hard enough to steal my breath. I choked, coughing violently, my eyes wide as I spun around.

Cole stood there, that damn grin spreading across his face.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shouted, trying to sound angry, but my voice was breathless and trembling.

His eyes weren’t on mine. They were locked on my soaked white silk nightgown, my hard nipples poking through the wet fabric, making a cruel tease of modesty. The water I’d spilled clung to me, making every curve visible.

I didn’t even bother to cover up. Hell, I loved how hungry he looked—the way his gaze devoured me like I was the only thing that mattered.

He stepped closer, face just inches from mine, his breath hot and heavy. My whole body jolted at the nearness, the raw promise behind every move.

My thighs clenched instinctively, pressing tight together, my back arching against the cold kitchen counter as he pressed into me.

His hands slid up, cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. My core throbbed like a live wire, desperate and aching for more.

“Do you miss me?” he asked, voice low and deep—so damn perfect it made me want to drown in it.

I bit my lip, whispering, “My brother’s upstairs.”

“I know,” he murmured. “He’s locked in his room.”

I nodded, my breath hitching.

His fingers traced my cheek slowly, teasing it “So… what were you doing all day yesterday? Did you touch yourself? Did you fuck yourself with something while thinking about me?”

The words hit me like a blow, hot and filthy. My cheeks flushed with heat and shame.

“I didn’t touch myself,” I admitted, my voice barely more than a breath.

His hot breath brushed my neck as he whispered, “Why not?”

I tilted my head back just a little, my thighs tightening reflexively. His hands slid down my sides, his fingers creeping over my hips, lower – until they pressed against my inner thighs, warm and demanding.

He pried my legs apart, his fingers spreading me wider, pressing into the soaked fabric of my panties.

In that moment, the world shrank to just him and me—I forgot my brother upstairs, forgot everything but the maddening heat pooling between my legs.

“Oh…” I moaned softly, my knees trembling. If I hadn’t been braced against the counter, I would have fallen.

“You’re dripping for me, Mia,” he whispered, voice low and thick with hunger.

His mouth latched onto my neck with his teeth grazing skin, sucking hard enough to leave marks—like he claiming me, marking me as his.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, tilting my neck so he could do whatever he wanted.

His fingers slipped beneath my panties, pressing against my bare, slick clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made my breath catch and heart race.

“My fuck…” I gasped, voice loud and careless, not caring if anyone heard.

His lips left my neck and crushed against mine, biting my lower lip hard to silence me with a growl.

Without hesitation, his hands ripped off my nightgown, tossing it aside in one swift move, leaving me bare except for my panties.

His eyes locked onto mine, dark and wild, full of fire and desire.

He lifted me effortlessly onto the counter, spreading my legs with his knee. I raised my hips, inviting him as he slid his hands under the waistband of my panties.

Slowly, he pulled them down, exposing me fully—shiny, slick, and of course aching for him.

“You’re so naughty, Mia,” he growled, his eyes darkening in hunger.

He pulled my legs closer, his lips descending on my folds.

The instant his mouth touched me, pleasure exploded like wildfire, sending shudders through my body.

My hips jerked, pushing into him, my fingers clawing at his hair as he licked and sucked messily.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he murmured into me.

When his mouth finally left me, it was to claim my lips again—hard, bruising kisses that left me dizzy.

My hands slid down his body, fingers fumbling with his belt, zipper, and finally slipping inside his trousers to grip his thick, hot cock.

He groaned deep in my mouth, pressing harder

“Mia…” he whispered, voice thick with need.

“Yes…” I breathed back, eyes locked on him.

Without a word, he scooped me up and carried me to the small table near the freezer, setting me down so my slick pussy pressed right against his bulging cock.

He dropped his trousers just enough to free himself, teasing my entrance with the swollen head of his cock.

My whole body trembled, nerves screaming with want.

“Now I’m gonna make your wish come true,” he promised, his voice low and dripping with heat.

Then, without warning, he slammed into me.

My eyes rolled back, fingers digging into his neck, nails biting deep as pleasure exploded through every nerve.

“Oh my fucking God!” I gasped, the sensation overwhelming and everything I had dreamed of.

He began grinding his hips, slow and deep, his cock filling me completely.

My pussy clenched tightly around him, desperate and needy, pulling him deeper.

“Don’t be loud, Mia. Your brother’s upstairs,” he warned, voice rough and commanding.

I bit my lip, moaning softly, but when he slammed into me harder, I couldn’t help but scream out loud.

“Yes! Fuck me harder!” I cried, matching his fierce thrusts with my own wild, grinding hips.

He groaned, head thrown back, pounding into me with brutal urgency.

A proud smile spread across my face as I pushed back into him, lost in the raw, animal need.

Suddenly he grew even harder inside me, his pace quickening, desperation burning in every movement.

I bit my lip harder, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from me, but muffled moans still tumbled free.

Tears pricked my eyes as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed, voice cracking under the intense sensation.

“I’m cumming too, Mia. Hold it!” he groaned, pounding deep and fast.

“I can’t! I’m gonna—” I gasped.

He pulled out at the last second, his hot cum spraying over my stomach and dripping down to my aching pussy.

My own orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking uncontrollably, my hands moved down–rubbing myself frantically through the mess.

“That’s fucking perfect,” I panted, my eyes locked on his.

“Has your filthy little dream come true?” he teased, a wicked grin lighting up his face.

I nodded, smiling shamelessly, still breathing heavily.

“But there’s one thing left,” I whispered, crawling onto the table on all fours, shooting him the most sinful, tempting look I could manage.

“If you fuck me from behind, it’ll be complete.”

His smirk was pure hunger as his hands grabbed my ass, squeezing and slapping it hard.

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice dripping with want.

“We’ll save that for later,” he growled. “Your brother might come down any second.”

He slid two fingers inside me from behind, then pulled them out and pushed them into my mouth.

I sucked and licked them clean with my eyes locked on his, and my lips wrapped around his fingers like the naughty girl I was.

“Let’s go.” He zipped up and left the kitchen, leaving me trembling and soaked.

I watched him go, licking my lips slowly, heat still roaring through me.

“Now I can die in peace,” I whispered, sliding down off the table with a smile, my heart pounding and body still trembling with need.