“It’s a long, straight road,” I add. “I hope you don’t mind a little distraction.”
His answer comes in the form of a deep, low growl.
Tugging at the bottom end of his robe, I eventually manage to get it up over his waistline. To keep his mind from wandering during my efforts, I press my lips against his ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“You’re going to make me crash this fucking ca—“
He can’t finish the sentence when my hand slides over his cock. Holy shit, he’s hard. Super fucking hard. A shiver rushes up my spine and through my extremities as I stroke him through his pants.
We stay like this, me teasing his ear and neck with my mouth, and the throbbing sword beneath his clothes with my hands, for the rest of the drive home.
He races up the driveway when we reach it, and a cloud of dust follows us right up to the stairs. As soon as his hands are off the wheel, they lock around my face and pull me into a kiss.
A breathtaking, electrically charged clashing of lips ensues, followed by bodies, when Colter swings his armsover me and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his waist, grinding back and forth, while our mouths make a kind of love of their own.
He opens the door, and puts one hand over my head to protect it, elegantly navigating his way out of the driver’s seat, never once breaking our kiss. We stay like this as we pass through the front door, with no care or concern about who might see us.
I get my first taste of just how strong all his muscles really are.
We smash through his bedroom door, and our furious make-out session intensifies as he pins me against one of the bare walls. In the seclusion of his room, his hands find their way up to my ass, instead of my thighs, and touch and feel whatever they damn well please.
I just wish they’d be morepleaseda little to the left, and a little to the right.
As the thought crosses my mind, Colter sets me down gently on my feet. He sinks to the floor, trailing kisses down my body the whole way. There is no time to think about anything slow or cautious, as Colter rips my skirt and panties down in one swift motion. They pool at my feet, and he helps wrestle my ankles free from their material.
The savagery that brought him to his knees comes to a screeching halt and he takes a moment to inspect me.
“You’re hurt,” he whispers, pressing soft pecks onto my knees.
“Not really,” I say. It stung in the moment, but the scraped and bruised skin looks worse than it feels now.
“Sure?” He peppers a few kisses on each.
“They look worse than they feel.” I refuse to let a few scrapes and bruises slow us down.
He nods, and begins trailing his lips up my thighs. Heat flushes my face as he grabs my ankles and pries them apart. Running my hands up my body, I squeeze my own tits through my shirt and bra, feeling his tongue replacing his mouth, over my warm, mottled inner thigh.
I latch onto his hair, staring down at his starved tongue slithering wildly and smashing against my pussy. I slam a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans, worried I might wake our parents. But there’s no need. Their room is on the other side of the mansion. They’d have to be pretty close to hear us.
Colter’s stiffly furrowed brow echoes my thoughts. Hewantsto hear me scream and moan in pleasure. Who am I to deny him?
With his tongue satisfied and coated, his mouth melts over my clit. Sucking and licking the sensitive bead until I’m on the verge of collapse. But one of his strong arms moves behind my knees, to support me where I stand. The other tickles its way up my thigh, and a finger presses at my entrance.
“Oh fuck,” I mewl, overwhelmed by the mix of sensations that are taking my pussy by storm. I repeat it, louder and more desperate, as the thick digit breaks past my walls and slides all the way to his knuckle.
Even as I am teetering on the edge of an orgasm and a full body collapse, it hits me.If this is how intense one of his fingers is, what is Colter’s thick cock going to do to me?
There’s only one way to know, and I’m not waiting to find out.
“Colter,” his name is carried on shaky breaths. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Give it to—“ I tug on his hair to get him up to his feet, but he refuses to budge.
Steadying his arm behind my knees, Colter’s finger begins rapidly plunging into my depths. His tongue flicks and his mouth devours every inch of my delicate sex. My words, which were meant to drive us forward in this experience, lock him in deeper.
I’m the one reaping all the benefits.
Thrums of tantalizing pleasure ripple through me, tearing a guttural howl, from somewhere deep inside my body. My arms and legs start to shake uncontrollably, and my head snaps toward the ceiling from the overwhelming explosion of release his expert tongue rips from me.
Colter continues gently lapping my swollen, desperate pussy with his tongue while I float back down from the highs of orgasm. Each lick is followed by a satisfied gruntat the good job he’s done and will, no doubt, continue to do.
