His tongue takes the place of his hands, and my eyes roll back in my head. He’s too good. He makes it look too easy to find that spot. He knows where to swirl his tongue and where to suck. He knows my body, and every time I release a breathy moan, it’s like he catalogues it and remembers to return to that exact spot.
I rub myself against his face, feeling the heat rising in my chest and he’s barely begun. My hands tug at the knots above me, instinct urging me to run my hands through his hair and force his face against me. When he hears the tugging of the headboard, he chuckles, and I feel the breath against my thigh.
“I see my girl is getting a little squirmy.” His teeth find the skin of my inner thigh, nipping hard, and I hiss. He soothes the bite mark with his tongue, repeating the act over and over until I practically have him in a leglock.
“Colt,” I whine, wiggling back and forth to force his mouth back to the spot where I so desperately need him. I’m on the edge of combustion; my body is screaming for a release, and he just chuckles.
He pulls away, leaning back on his knees and my eyes fly open. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I whine, spreading my legs again. “Colt…”
His hands come to grip my hips, fingertips so firm I hope he leaves bruises. And in one quick motion he flips me over. I cry out, belly flipping with the move. He adjusts my hands, which are still tied to the headboard, and ushers me onto my elbows and knees, my ass pointed up directly in his face.
He taps the sides of my knees, and I widen my stance. I expect to feel the tip of his cock press up against me, but instead the weight on the mattress shifts, and I feel his face slide between my legs.
My body is already trembling, both from how badly I’m turned on and the position, and I feel myself weakening.
But to Colt, that seems like it was his plan all along. With his face right against my pussy, his tongue darts out to lick me once more. I scream, body twitching, and I pull back.
“Sit on my face, Annaliese,” he commands, and I lean down a little.
“I … Will that hurt you?”
He chuckles, and I can feel his hot breath against my wet skin. His hands come up to squeeze my ass, grip tightening. “I said, sit.” With a firm tug he pulls me down, all the way down, and I cry out when he opens his mouth.
I’m completely at his mercy, unable to move, to pull away, to do anything but give in to Colt and his wicked tongue.
And I’m starting to think that’s exactly what he wanted.
He devours me, groaning at the act as much as I am. His tongue takes on a mind of its own as his hands wander, smoothing along my ass, to my hips, to my thighs, before his fingertips dance dangerously close to a hole that’s still marked virgin territory.
“Colt,” I scold, and he laughs.
“Not tonight, baby. But some day. I’m going to take you in every hole you have.”
He adjusts his hands so one slides between my legs, up where his mouth is, and I feel the change of pressure as he dips a finger inside me.
I rock against his hand as he works his finger in slow circles. He stretches me, stuffing another finger inside as he sucks my clit between his teeth. And when he pulls his fingers out, moving them forward to slap my pussy, I cry out. A shrill, obnoxious moan fills the room as my orgasm hits.
I let my body go limp, twitching around his hand and mouth as my orgasm wrecks me. I must pass out for a moment because the world around me is hazy. I can feel Colt move out from between my legs. He fumbles with the silk tie around my wrists, removing the knot and coaxing my body to the side.
He lies behind me, bringing my arms down to my sides as he squeezes my shoulders and biceps, massaging slowly as the blood flow returns to my aching muscles.
I nearly fall asleep in his touch, every cell in my body absolutely buzzed from whatever the fuck that just was. He plants soft kisses against my shoulder while brushing my hair away from my face to kiss my neck.
I slowly twist in his arms, and he helps my weak limbs move. Once I’m facing him, he continues to brush the hair away from my sweaty skin, and when my eyes focus, I can see the satisfied smirk on his face.
“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you Dr. Andrews?”
His face splits in a grin, one of his rare, but painfully beautiful full-fledged grins, and my heart hammers in my chest.
“That was the hottest experience of my life, and it really had nothing to do with me. So yeah, I’m going to be proud of myself.”
I manage to push myself up with my hands to sit at his side. Spying the tie still laying on my pillow, I take it between my hands and run the silk through my fingers like I did in the bathroom earlier tonight.
A thought crosses my mind, and I look up at Colt. “I guess the real question is, how much do you trustme?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Colter
