“Do you want to come, Colton?” Violet’s fingers crept under my shirt and clawed down my stomach. My belly button reached for my spine, a forceful tingle building there. She was borrowing language from the book, but using my real name.
“Please, baby,” I breathed.
“Let go for me,” she hummed.
Control. She said she wanted control with sex, and here she had it. Feeling her like this, hearing her commands, was one of the hottest things I’d ever had the privilege to be a part of.
It was too hot.
I grunted when my cock strained against my underwear and hot ropes of cum spurted out.
“Baby,” I ground out as pulse after pulse left me. “Fuck.”
I heard her satisfied chuckle in the dark before she pulled me into a kiss. “Just likeDonovan, huh?”
I laughed into a kiss. “You told me to come. I was just following orders.”
Violet giggled against my lips. “That was very good of you.”
“You were perfect,” I whispered.
Loose, lazy kisses brought us back to earth. I bound my arms around her waist and hoisted her up. I tried wrapping her legs around me, but her pants and underwear still had her tied at the feet. She wiggled up, hooking her arms behind my neck and tightening her knees on either side of me. “I’m going to get your shirt all messy.”
“I promise that I do not care in the least. I’ve got several messes to deal with at the moment.”
She pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek and koala-hugged me. “I like you messy.”
Friends, I reminded myself.You are just friends.
TWENTY-FIVE
VIOLET
OCTOBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO
Pound.Pound. Pound. Pound.
“Make that tongue touch your chin,” the narrator said in my ear. I startled, checking my surroundings to see if anyone could somehow hear my headphones.
I was trying something different, combining my two new hobby attempts: running while listening to one of Colt’s and my romance books.
I found a well-lit pedestrian-only park not too far from my apartment, got an adorable little container of pepper spray that strapped to my hand, and downloaded our college romance audiobook to my phone. Colt was reading them so fast that I struggled to keep up, and while he told me not to worry about it, I didn’t want him too far ahead of me. So, an hour of exercise with Jordan Houser and Ava Smith fromPaddle Mein my ears was the perfect way to pick up my reading pace.
“Relax your throat, baby girl. Get sloppy for me.” The female narrator’s boyfriend voice was so good I didn’t even notice that it wasn’t a man. In fact, all I noticed was that she sounded a little like Colton.
I looked down at my sports bra as I felt my nipples tighten, praying I wasn’t about to give away what I was listening to. Fortunately, the padding in the bra kept that little fact a secret. Fuck, why didn’t I get black running tights? Why did I have to try and be all cutesy with dusty rose?So you’d actually go for the damn run, Violet.
The memories from the night before weren’t making the building need inside me any better. Just the night before, Colton hadn’t been in my mouth, but it was still a plenty steamy experience. Confident hands, fiery kisses, giving each other what we needed. We’d done a lot of things together over the years, but that was a hell of a return to sexy activities.
“Jordan’s cock was buried deep in my throat, my ponytail gathered in his hand,” the narrator went on, and who was Jordan again? All I could picture was Colton towering over me, having my mouth full of him. His blue eyes shining down at me. Impressing him with how well I could take him.
My core tightened, and the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm built. What was happening? Was this why I ran in college? I didn’t remember any running orgasms, mostly just suffering and feeling sick for hours after trying to keep up with some former high school champion boy. Was this the runner’s high everyone talked about?
The narrator was still going, getting more and more delightfully filthy with each line. The memory of what Colton looked like when I was on my knees for him haunted me. Trimmed hair over tight abs and pecs, his biceps bulging as he struggled to be gentle holding my head. Glassy eyes and bursts of precum, growing wetter and wetter myself.
“I’m going to fill this perfect mouth with cum, because you are absolutely perfect on your knees for me. And you’re going to swallow every single drop. Isn’t that right, baby girl? You’re going to suck me dry because you can’t get enough of me.”
Oh, god. This was really happening. I was about to orgasm while running.
