That tone from him snapped me right out of any fear that lurked at the corners of my brain. I grinned as I extended my tongue. His fingers coasted along it until he reached my gag reflex. My eyes watered and he nodded, like I’d done it just right. “Attagirl.”
He shoved his underwear below his ass and grabbed his straining cock by the base. I left my tongue out and he slapped the sensitive underside of his dick on it. His smirk quickly morphed into a moan. “That’s it. Such a good girl. You’ll take it all, won’t you?”
I nodded, tongue still stuck out. I wanted so badly to stroke my hands over him, but that’s not what they did in the book.
“Make that tongue touch your chin.” His voice dropped to a reverent groan as he pushed the crown of his cock past mylips. The salt of his precum spread over my tastebuds. “You want me to fuck your face like this? You want me to use you?”
This wasn’t from the book, but it was appreciated nonetheless. A war raged inside me. I trusted him, wanted him to feel good, wanted to do something I wasn’t “supposed” to enjoy, but I really, really did.
I was starting to come to terms with a strange contradiction. For so long, I think subconsciously, I felt like I wasn’t allowed to enjoy sex because my sexuality had been taken from me and used. And when you have something taken from you, even if you get it back, a piece of you will always be lost to the robbery.
Colton embraced those wounded parts of me, and that trust gave me no hesitation about doing something usually deigned dirty or raunchy by society at large. Self-respecting women shouldn’t enjoy such things, lest we be degraded by the patriarchy.
But I didn’t just like this. I loved it.
I loved how Colt was trying so hard to hold back. I loved how I was making the choice to give myself to him like this. I loved thinking of the different places he could finish, leaving evidence of his pleasure. I loved that my panties were so drenched, I was tempted to rub my thighs together or touch myself.
What could be more liberating than that? What’s more empowering than freely exchanging pleasure with someone who wanted you to feel as good as they did?
I didn’t want him to hold back anymore. I lifted my hands to grope his ass and push him deeper into my mouth.
“Aw, fuck,” he groaned. His eyes rolled back and his hand twisted in the side of my hair. I pulled a deep breath through my nose and gripped his ass harder, encouraging him to push again. “You sure?”
I nodded, adjusting my lips to be more comfortable. Coltbent to gather my hair into a ponytail, and then he was off. He used my hair to steer me, to hold me steady while he pumped into my mouth. “Taking me so fucking well, Ava.”
My eyes flashed up to his and I winked. He wasn’t exactly sticking to the book, but it was the perfect mix of us and fiction.
“You love this, don’t you, baby?” he gritted out. “Sucking on my cock like you were born to do it.”
Each time he hit the back of my throat, a new gush of wetness pooled between my legs. I couldn’t hold off anymore. I hiked up my skirt and reached to touch myself.
“Nuh uh. You save that for me,” he said in a voice both encouraging and stern. “Show me how wet you are.”
I dipped my hand inside my panties and used my fingers to show off the slickness there.
“Fuck,” Colt groaned. “Getting so wet for me. Your pussy’s jealous of your mouth.”
I’d forgotten how scrumptiously filthy Colt could be. I moaned around him and shut my eyes as my jaw cramped. I was determined to stick it out. I was determined to be good for Colton, to earn the praise he gave so readily. I tightened my lips around him and he cussed.
“God, Vi, you’re gonna make me come.”
His hips pumped faster and I looked up to see the most wonderfully obscene sight: Colton, hair wild, eyes glazed, undone, lost to the way he sank his cock into my mouth over and over. Spit rolled down my chin, and the disregard for propriety and tidiness added another layer of arousal to the scene. We were wild, two feral beasts drunk on the pursuit of pleasure.
Colt’s hand cupped my jaw and brought my gaze to his eyes. “My pretty girl.”
That was just for me, just ours. The name, the praise, felllike a warm rain over me. I wiggled my tongue against his hard flesh and he switched to quick, shallow thrusts.
“Oh, fuck. This is it. Do I need to—” He cut himself off by throwing his head back against the door and slamming his fist into it at his side, right as his cock pulsed against the back of my mouth.
I’d almost forgotten about this. I was always terrible at swallowing, and when I was successful despite the odds, my stomach hurt. “Cummy tummy” was what Kitty and I jokingly referred to it as, though she didn’t suffer from the affliction quite like I did. Colton had laughed until he cried when I first introduced him to the term in college.
But I didn’t want to fuck this up. I was a grown ass woman. Surely I could figure this out. I gagged and sputtered, each movement of my mouth making him jolt, his voice growing louder. I had to focus. With a hard blink, I finally got it down and fell backwards onto my ass. I looked up to Colton’s awestruck face.
“You swallowed it,” he marveled. “You never could. Sorry, I meant to pull out. It was just . . . yeah. It was too good.”
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, then leaned back against the sink behind me while making a jazz hand. “I did it.”
Colton dropped to his knees between my legs, peppering sweet, elated kisses to my lips. “You’re fucking perfect. I mean, you would have been even if you didn’t, but?—”
