I realize he's having a nightmare about the night his brother died. I slowly pry his arms away and place my hands on his shoulders in an attempt to shake him awake. "Colton!" I crawl over on top of him until I'm straddling him with both knees beside his hips on the bed. I take his face gently in my hands and I yell his name again.
That does the trick. He wakes with a start, panting as if he had just run a marathon. I instinctively place my palm over his bare chest and feel his thunderous heart beat under my skin. "Calm down. I'm here. I'm here, Colt. It was just a dream."
His eyes snap open, and I stare into the familiar irises. He looks so scared and lost, and my heart instantly breaks for him. Focusing on my face, he asks, "Penny Lane?"
I see a small note of recognition in his eyes for a split second before it eventually dwindles away. Colton was the only person who ever called me Penny Lane. In fact, he used to always singPenny Laneby The Beatles to me whenever I was sick or feeling depressed. He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but it always made me feel better. He always did know how to make me smile.
"Colt," I practically sob. For just that one moment I sawmy Colt, the boy I fell in love with before I even knew what love truly meant.
His brows crease as he looks around the room. "Did I…have a nightmare?"
"Yes," I say softly. My fingers flex over his chest, and I feel him tense under me. He slowly relaxes after a few moments. "I couldn't wake you up." I choke back my emotions. "You wouldn't wake up."
He scrubs a hand down his face. "Fuck." He breathes out slowly. "That was a bad one."
I watch him carefully. "Do you have them often?" I venture to ask.
He nods.
I shiver from the cold air blowing from the air conditioner in his window. Colton always did like the AC on high when he slept. The room would be fifty degrees, and he would be curled up under a comforter. That was how he liked it. But now all of blankets and sheets are on the floor, and I'm freezing.
"Are you cold?" he asks before placing his large hands on my bare thighs. His palms stroke up and down my soft skin, and my breath hitches in my throat.
The air seems to shift in the room at that moment. I’m locked in Colton's stare, unable to break it. His thumbs leisurely graze the inside of my thighs, sliding under the material of my shorts. It's then when I realize how little clothing both of us have on --- me in a t-shirt and thin shorts with no bra or panties and him only in boxer briefs.
"Colt," I breathe out as his thumbs brush dangerously close to my clit. The ridge of his erection presses up against me; and my hips involuntarily slide forward and backward, causing Colton to groan under me. His large hands grasp my thighs, and he coaxes me to move in the same motion again and again. His nostrils flare as I slowly rock against him, desperately trying to find relief. Our ragged pants fill the room as we work ourselves up into a frenzy.
Suddenly, the little spark that was between us ignites into a raging forest fire. I lean down and kiss him hungrily, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. His fingers dig into my hips as he moans my name and roughly grinds his erection against me. I break the kiss and gaze down at him as I sit up.
Without knowing what possesses me, I grab the hem of my t-shirt and drag it up over my head, unceremoniously throwing it to the floor beside the bed. His eyes rake my naked torso without saying a word. It's as if he's memorizing every detail…or perhaps trying to remember. Hesitantly, his hands slide up my flat stomach, and he cups my breasts in his rough palms. His thumbs caress my pebbled nipples, and I gasp. It's been so long since I've had his hands on me.Too damn long.
"Penny," he groans before thrusting up against me once more.
Not wanting to wait another second without him inside of me, I crawl off of him and stand at the edge of the bed. As I take off my soaked shorts, he slips out of his boxer briefs. I open the nightstand drawer beside the bed and root around in the contents until I find a small tin. I open it and smirk at the golden foil packets I find. He always hid the condoms in there so his dad wouldn't find them. "You kept the same hiding place," I say with a grin.
He watches me carefully as I climb back on top of him. He has a worried look on his face, and I lean down and kiss him until he seems to relax. I tear open the condom and manage to skillfully put it on him.Just like riding a bike. You never forget.
His hand grips his thick shaft, aligning it with my entrance. I gaze down at his devastatingly handsome face as I slowly sink inch by inch down onto him. His mouth opens as a moan escapes his throat. "Fuck. Penny," he growls when I'm fully seated.
It takes me a few minutes to adjust to his girth before I can start moving my hips. I gasp when I begin to rock slowly on his lap. His hands are on my back, roaming my heated skin as I ride him harder and faster. I almost forgot how good it always felt between us.
"You're so tight. So wet. So good," he mumbles between thrusts.
I place my palms on his chest as his fingers dig into my hips, raising me up so he can drive even harder into me. I call out his name as he pounds into me over and over, making it feel so incredibly good I feel like I could pass out. My breasts swing freely in front of his face, and he takes his time drawing each nipple into his mouth, biting gently at my flesh and driving me completely insane.
I can feel my insides start to shudder as my orgasm starts to take me by force. "Colton," I cry out, digging my fingernails into the muscled flesh of his shoulders.
In a sudden movement, Colton's hands grip my backside, and he flips me over so that I'm now on my back and he's above me. I gasp in surprise, and his mouth crashes to mine possessively in a bruising kiss.
He sits back on his knees and runs his cock up and down the length of my slit. My breathing gets faster and my hips undulate as I try to get more friction. "Colt," I moan.
His eyes seem to darken when I say his name. He continues to torture me until it feels like I'm going to detonate without him even being inside of me.
"Colt, please," I beg.
He drags his length against me one last time before he stops, leaving me a panting, quivering mess. "Tell me you want me," he says.
"I want you. Now. Please."
