“You forgot to count,” he says, straightening my leg and dragging the other knee almost to my chin. “Count.”
“Three,” I sigh, lifting myself on my elbows when he tugs my hair, forcing my back to arch.
He fills me again, forcing a long moan from my lips. I look over my shoulder, loving the sight of him bent over my back, hips working faster, hands on my waist pushing me down. God, that angle is amazing.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I order.
Just as the words roll off my tongue, I know my attitude won’t be appreciated. It’s clear in the calculated delight on Colt’s face that I’ve stepped out of line.
Adrenaline fills my blood. My heart picks up rhythm as I squirm beneath him, waiting,excited. The anticipation of his next move has me flooding his cock.
“You don’t make demands here.” A sharp slap lands on my butt. The clap ricochets off the walls and I almost come undone on the spot. He soothes the sting, rubbing me gently, never breaking the tempo of his thrusts. “Behave, Addie. We’re only up to three, and you look desperate for the next one. Wouldn’t want me to stop now, would you?”
“No,” I pant. “No, please don’t stop.”
I don’t know what I’d regret losing more, the orgasms or his undivided, determined attention. A swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach when I meet his gaze.
I’m helpless, utterly defenseless.
His to please, punish, and use.
In this position, he hits my G spot without fail. I’ve never been this sensitive. Never orgasmed without the help of my fingers or a toy, but Colt needs neither. He knows exactly how to summon the high. How to make it hit with a force that knocks the breath out of my lungs.
It’s insane, but I think I could come just from looking at his slightly parted lips, eyes boring into mine.
When the next orgasm washes over me, my moans border on cries. My body’s exhausted, sticky, sweaty. Every muscle hurts when the orgasm rams through me.
Good pain but draining nonetheless.
“I can’t take any more,” I whimper when he flips me over, moving to lay beside me. “Please, four is enough, I—”
“You’ll give me another,” he rasps, burying his face in the crook of my neck. In the same breath, he slips back inside me, resuming the hastened tempo. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good. One more. Just one more. You can do it.”
Rising on one elbow, he pulls me flush against his chest, his hand clasped round my throat.
It seems the more he makes me come, the easier triggering the next orgasm is. Or maybe I’m so overstimulated that every deep stroke of Colt’s cock feels like the one that’ll tip me over.
I claw his arms, biting his shoulder. My eyes water and I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. “Oh God... no, no, no... I can’t.”
He squeezes my neck harder, covering my lips with his like he’s trying to soothe my mind. Every heavy breath he exhales and every grunt at the back of his throat fuels the fire burning in my veins.
“Don’t fight it,” he says in my mouth. “Let it happen. I want that last one, and you’ll give it to me.” He angles my head, so I’m staring into his eyes. “Again, Addie. You’re almost there.”
He scans my face, searching for something. I don’t know what, but when a long moan slips past my lips, I realize he’s been switching angles on his strokes, studying me to judge which works best.
“That’s it,” he hisses, completely cutting off my air supply. “Good girl, that’s it. That’s it.” He leans over me, the bulk of his body pressing me into the mattress. He slips his tongue in my mouth when another orgasm strips me of my sanity. “There it is,” he breathes, his hips still working.
My eyes fall shut for... I don’t know how long. I’m so exhausted I’m losing my sense of time, but when I force my eyelids up again, Colt’s no longer controlling my breathing.
“Not enough,” he clips, brushing my hair back. “Give me a color. How are you doing?”
I’m delirious. Every single exhausted gasp and moan brings me closer to tears. He’s so good to me, looks so enamored that I really want to cry. I might pass out if we don’t take a break, but the raw look of desperation crossing his features fills me with new energy.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he chants, stroking my thigh. “I don’t want to bring you down from this high. I can’t stop looking at you when you come, Addie. Give me a color.”
My first instinct is to saygreen. I want to please him, but I stop myself before the word fully forms in my mouth. He’ll see right through the lie and won’t trust me again. Safe words, boundaries, and informed, conscious,soberdecisions are important to him. Bending the truth won’t do me any favors.
“Bright yellow,” I admit, the words sounding weak, like I’m half asleep. “Close to orange. I can’t take much more.”
