Jesus, did he push me?
What the hell is he doing?
“Colt, I—”
“Shh,” he says as his free hand glides down my side and around the front of my jeans. “You’remine,” he says.
“Always yours,” I reply as a shiver passes over me.
He’s leaning into me, his erection firm against my ass as he undoes the button and zipper on my jeans. I exhale loudly as I now know what he’s planning. My pulse quickens slightly, and even though he’s being forceful with me, I’m highly turned on and like this act of dominance. He takes his hand from my back and pulls down my jeans and panties in one swift motion. Then he places his knee between my legs and pushes my legs apart roughly. When I go to lean back up, his hand is quickly on my back, pushing my chest back down to the tabletop.
The sound of his zipper fills the silence, then, without warning, he rams into me, taking my breath away. It’s almost painful, but I was already so turned on from the concert—he knows that—and now, with his possessive dominance, I instantly relax around him.
Colt pushes into me deeply and exhales like it’s what he needs to calm down. His hand still firmly holds me to the table as he wraps my hair in his other hand and pulls slightly, forcing my head back and leaving my chest barely touching the table. His movements are quick and hard, and it feels like he’s punishing me, but holy fuck do I love it.
“Jesus, Dee,” Colt says through gritted teeth as he pounds into me, pulling my hair a little harder.
My torso is pinned to the table, and I move up a little higher with each thrust. I don’t know how long I can hold this position, as my legs wobble.
He makes no attempt to be quiet as he thrusts, his groans echoing in the small room. I’m sure people outside can hear the slapping of our bodies meeting, mixed with our heavy breaths and moans. Colt is pounding me into submission while he takes what he needs from me. Every thrust is demanding, his movements relentless.
An unexpected shiver flows through me, and my pussy tightens around his cock. An intense need takes over, and the moan that leaves my mouth is unrecognizable.
“Fucking take it, take all of me,” he commands, pounding so hard and fast I can’t keep up with him.
“Y-yes,” I murmur, my body trembling with his deep pulsating thrusts. I’m right on the edge of a powerful orgasm. My body is quivering and shuddering, my breathing quick and shallow as I make my way to the edge.
“Don’t youdarecome, Dee!” He groans loudly and slams into me as he pulls my hair hard, hard enough to stop the impending orgasm. “Fuck, Dee, I love your tight pussy,” he says as he unloads so forcefully I can feel him empty inside of me.
My breathing is as erratic as his. I was so close to climax that I want to finish myself off. Colt jolts inside me a few more times,slowly lets go of my hair, then leans over me and kisses my head, resting on the table.
The throbbing in my core is a harsh reminder that I didn’t come.
Was this some kind of punishment fuck for not being there when he got off stage?
It certainly felt that way.
I don’t know whether I’m emotional from the ‘punishment fuck’ or the fact that he denied me my bliss, but right now, I amnotfucking happy.
His hands move underneath me, pulling me up from the table and against his chest. He’s holding me so tightly as his lips nuzzle into my neck, and usually, I would sink into the pleasure. Instead, I stand against him, breathing heavily, wondering what the fuck that was.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and turns me around to face him.
I want to fucking cry.
But then my anger takes over.
“Dee, don’t youeverscare me like that again. Do you understand me?” He moves some hair behind my ear.
“Scare you? What thehellwas that, Colt? Was that a punishment fuck because I had to take afucking piss?” I question, my voice wavering.
“You weren’t there. I was worried. I didn’t know what to think. So many things crossed my mind… the fans had hurt you, or worse, Coslecki had gotten to you, or even the unthinkable that you had left me. My mind went straight to losing you. Dee, I can’t lose you.”
“So,youfelt the need to punish me?”
“It wasn’t a punishment, more of a telling-off.” He smirks, but I don’t return it. His expression quickly turns stern. “You would know if it was a punishment. Trust me. If I tell you to do something, just damn well do it.” The smirk returns. “But youhave to admit that sex was pretty hot, right?” That cocky voice makes me ignite with anger.
My cheeks burn red hot. “No, Colt, it was degrading. There’s no need to hold me down like that.”
