“He’d rather go with some dumb friend he sees every day at school?” Alex scoffs. “I doubt it. I bet if he wanted to go with Colt, you’d be all over it.”
All over Colt? Absolutely.
“If he wanted to go with you, I’d be fine with that. He doesn’t.Fuck.” Oops. That last word wasn’t for Alex. Colt’s suddenly bent over, flicking his tongue on my sensitive clit, and I’m ready for this phone call to be over. “I’ve gotta go.”
Colt stops, looking up at me with a firm shake of his headand silently mouthing with an exaggerated flourish:tell him off.
“This is still about him running away to my house, isn’t it? You’re pissed off at me and you’re punishing me because of it.”
“It’s his choice and you need to respect that.Remember?” I throw his words back in his face.
My fingers rake through Colt’s hair, gripping at the root to pull him back between my thighs, guiding his mouth to the place I need him. Flattening his tongue, he laps up the arousal gathered between my pussy lips with a heated moan. My hands cramp with the intense hold I have on him, rocking and grinding my hips to feel his soft wet tongue everywhere.
“I always—”
“You alwayswhat? Y-you always—fucking hell—you let him down.” I give up trying to prop myself upright, releasing my hold on Colt’s head to flop back against the cold, hard surface. My chest heaves, and I run a hand through my own hair, every nerve ending in my body tingling with desperation. “If you want to be in his life, you do it onhisterms.”
With Colt’s tongue on my skin, drawing circles and lines, the Earth turns a little faster on its axis. I battle the fog, trying to find the words I’ve rehearsed a million times. The speech I’d give Alex once I finally found the courage to set boundaries. And for once, I feel equipped to not only set them, but stick with them.
Colt’s fingers drive deep inside my pussy, urging me toward the edge of both the counter and my sanity with his firmcome hithermovements. I bite my bottom lip until the raw taste of iron floods my mouth.
Alex spits, “I’m his father.”
“Then act like one.Goddamn it.” I slap a palm against the counter when Colt picks up the tempo. “Quit being a complete…deadbeat for—fuuucking—once in your life.”
With blood on the tip of my tongue, and inching close to the brink of orgasm, I can’t be bothered to find a fuck to giveabout Alex. I want this conversation to be over so I can get back to the only man I care about.
Something grows in my core, decadent and warm, with every breath across my skin. A moan rattles its way up from my chest, and I quickly yank the phone away from my face. Whatever Alex says in response, I don’t hear. I’m so close I find my back bowing and my toes curling until every muscle cramps.
“Show up…” I inhale sharply. “Consistently.” I swallow hard, glancing down at the dark head of hair between my thighs. “On his terms.” My exhale’s ragged. “Or stay the fuck”—I dig my nails into the plump flesh of my upper thigh—“away from us…forever. We don’t need you or fucking want you, Alex.”
“Why are you so out of breath?” he asks.
“Oh…” My sweaty back streaks across the smooth surface. It wasn’t the eloquent speech I had planned, but my brain’s gone too hazy to continue. “Just…uh…fuck.I have to…to…”
An orgasm takes hold, with Colt’s fingers dragging slow and deep against my inner walls, and his hot tongue flickering over my oversensitive bundle of nerves. I drop the phone, wanting to forget everything about the man on the other end, and let Colt unravel me. Reward me.
Everything tightens, my thighs threatening to suffocate him, and he doesn’t let up until I’m crying out. Colt brings me to the peak, and the realization that I’m falling in love with him levels me more than the explosive orgasm.
“He hung up.” Colt pushes the phone farther away from us. “How do you feel?”
“Relieved. So fucking relieved.” The backs of my knuckles run over his cheek. “And a little bit like I can conquer the world.”
“Make the world your bitch, Mama. Burn that shit down.” His grip finds its way to my hips, digging into my skin like he’sgrounding himself. His voice drops, rough and full of heat, making my pulse stutter. “Just let me be the one stoking that fire of yours.”
His cock slaps against my pussy, once, twice, then three times. He hasn’t stoked the fire. He’s thrown a Molotov cocktail on it.
I hitch my ankle behind him, spurring him in the ass with my heel, dragging his body closer to mine. And when he slides back inside me, I breathe in the Colt- and sex-scented air and tumble into blissful oblivion. He rocks into me, and it’s not long before my hands wander the counter searching for something to hang on to. My weary body somehow finds the energy to thrash under him, dangerously close to combustion.
“You’re almost there again, aren’t you, honey? Fuck, I love seeing you let go like this.”
With his cock slamming into me and his fingers working my clit like it’s their full-time job, he slings his free forearm across my lower stomach. I’m pinned and crawling out of my skin under the even weight of his arm.
“I’m…I’m…please don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” Holding nothing back, I tremble and moan, and that only fuels him. The pumps are erratic, fingers frenetic, and curse words fly from my mouth on gasping breaths. A wave rolls over my writhing body, pulling me out to the undertow, and a rush of cum pools on the counter below me.
The sexiest sob escapes Colt’s tight lips, and he pummels his cock into me. “Fucking…God. Your cum just splashed all over my cock. I can’t…Fuck, honey. Thank you, holy fuck.I lo—”
My body reacts before my brain has the chance to—hurtling upward to kiss him mid-thrust and mid-confession.
