With one hand slinging her left leg up onto my shoulder, the other finds her clit. My middle finger swishes over the delicate, swollen area until she’s clutching at my ass. No doubt drawing blood. Leaving bruises.
I throw my head back with a hoarse moan, driving into her furiously. There’s nothing but the sound of my balls smacking against her skin, and her rasping cries muffled by her pillow, and my heavy breathing. And the best goddamn sex of my entire life.
“Whit,honey.” I don’t care how desperate I sound. Iamdesperate. “Tell me I can come.Please.Please let me.”
“Not until after you make me come again.”
Oh God, when will that be? I don’t know if I can la—
Her pussy clenching around me as an orgasm builds has me doubling over. The ache between my legs spreads down my thighs, and my fingers pick up the pace on her clit until her legs are trembling and she tosses the pillow aside to stare into my soul. Her hair’s splayed across the bed, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
Whit falls apart underneath me, her entire body trembling and writhing as she shatters.
And I don’t know what comes over me, but I say, “Tell me I can come in you.”
She blinks at me, eyes becoming glassy.
“Please, I—God,I want to feel your perfect pussy milking every last drop of cum I have in me.” I adjust my grip on her hips, pulling her to meet me as much as I’m thrusting to fill her. It’s so fucking close. The arousal heating my spine has me wanting to scream. “I’ve been such a good boy, not coming until you tell me I can. Please let me have this.”
Her ankle slips from its divot on my shoulder, and before I can catch it, she’s combing her fingers through my hair and pulling my face close to hers.
With a wild look in her eye, she hooks her legs around my hips and whispers, “Fill me with your fucking cum, Colt. Give it all to me.”
That’s all it takes. She catches my roaring moan in her mouth, and I pump into her tight cunt with a ferocity I’ve never known, until I’m spilling so fucking deep inside her, it’s probably a straight shot into her uterus.
Honestly, some twisted part of me hopes that’s the case. Worked out well enough for my buddy, Red, to knock his dream girl up and convince her to fall in love with him later. The image of Whit’s belly rounded with my baby, making love to her every night…fuck.That would be a dream come true.
“I’ve never…” I lower myself so I’m propped up on my elbows, sweaty forehead resting against hers. “I’ve never come so hard before.”
“Told you so.” Her eyes are hooded and drowsy.
“You can tell me what to do anytime.”
“Careful what you wish for.”
Without pulling out, I hold on to Whit until our breathing has turned shallow and calm, and I realize I’m still rocking against her like small waves lapping on a lakeshore. At this point, the small jolts of pleasure are almost relaxing. By the time I slide out of her, we’re both on the verge of falling asleep.
Taking her hand, I guide her to the ensuite bathroom, and we enjoy a luxurious, soapy shower together. I hold her in my arms, wash her delicately with a vanilla-scented body wash that further softens the edges of my vision. And we tumble into bed with a loose promise that I’ll disappear before Jonas wakes up, neither of us wanting to spend the night apart.
Whit
Half-asleep, I smooth my hand over the sheets to his side of the bed, hoping to feel Colt’s warm body. Expecting to open my eyes to the warm sun trickling in through the window, and his lopsided grin staring at me, ready to greet me as he always does.
My eyes open, blinking to adjust to the daylight, and I turn my head to confirm what my hand has already discovered.
No Colt.
Honestly, damn that man for following through with his promises. Sure, I would’ve rolled my eyes and made a comment about our agreement that he was leaving before Jonas woke up. But then I’d pepper him with kisses and maybe have a quickie before trying to sneak him out as quietly as possible.
Last night feels like a dream. The drive-in theater? Stargazing? The sex?
I shut my eyes, easily able to draw him from memory. I never expected to be with someone like him—so funny, charismatic, sweet,smoking hot. If I could eat every meal off his body, I’d be one happy lady.
And for him to want me just as much, if not more, than I want him?Insanity.
I thump my open palm against the empty spot in annoyance. I hate that I wish he’d broken my rules and stayed. Ihate that I can still feel him between my legs while I’m lying in an empty bed. And it’s not because I feel used, like I often do following a night with Alex.
I want Colt here.I want to fall asleep in his arms and wake up to him kissing me good morning. At the very least, I want to wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and know he’s downstairs.
