“Your pussy is so tight,” he says through clenched teeth. “I better make it past the five minute mark or you’ll never let me live it down.”
I laugh out loud and he takes the opportunity to thrust fully into me, turning my laugh into a strangled moan.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine as he stays completely still. “If you moan like that again I might not even make it to one minute.”
“I don’t care how long you last,” I pant, holding onto his biceps tightly, “as long as you make me come first.”
“I plan to” he says, before lowering his lips to mine.
Every inch of him plunges into me in a steady rhythm and I can feel myself teetering near the edge of an explosive orgasm. This is the first time I’ve ever had sex while sober, not that Colton needs to know that, and I never want this feeling to end.
The thought of not experiencing this with him for the rest of my life feels wrong, but my feelings for Colton are also confusing. We’re supposed to be friends—nothing more and nothing less. He’s supposed to be helping me find my soulmate, or at least win Zale’s heart over.
I never expected to feel this attached to him, but we’ve just crossed a line and I don't think I want to go back to how things were.
I don’t think I can…and that’s what scares me most.
“Stay with me, darlin’,” he mumbles against my neck, placing a gentle kiss there.
“What are we doing, Colton?” I whisper, feeling anxious but still not wanting this to stop.
He pulls away from my neck and stares down at me, still moving in and out of me. “We’ll figure it out together,” he whispers, brushing a curl out of my face and planting a soft kiss on my forehead.
It feels like too much is happening between us, and at the same time—not enough. How can we possibly move on from this like nothing happened? How?—
“Oh,” I yelp.
Colton releases his teeth from my nipple, glancing up at me. “You’re overthinking.”
I hold his gaze and nod. “I’m scared,” I whisper, tightening my legs around him in case he tries to stop.
He lowers his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “I’m scared too, baby,” he admits.
He lowers his lips to mine, and just like that my mind blanks and the only thing I can focus on is the feel of his mouth moving in sync with mine. He pulls out of me almost completely before plunging back in all the way.
I whimper, my face warming as I near the edge of release. It takes two more thrusts before I tip over, and Colton follows close behind, burying his face into my neck as his thrusts become uneven and jerky while he spills into me.
He gently collapses onto me, still holding up most of his weight, but I don’t want us to part just yet. I’m not ready to losethe feeling of him inside me, and I’m sure as hell not ready to face the consequences of what we just did.
“Let me love you the way you deserve,” he mumbles into my shoulder a few minutes later.
I stiffen and try to push him up so that I can see his face but he’s too heavy for me to lift.
“Colton…” I whisper, my body beginning to tremble. “We can’t?—”
“Sorry to interrupt your party,” a voice comes from the side of the truck and I shriek, just as Colton uses his body to shield me from their view. “The projector broke, like, ten minutes ago so we’re cancelling the second movie showing.”
“We’ll pack up and leave,” Colton replies to whoever is there. “Thanks for letting us know.”
I can’t see the face of the person he’s talking to but I hear their heavy footsteps as they retreat. A whole minute passes before Colton lifts off of me and pulls his boxers and pants back on without a word. I reach for my underwear but before I can grab it his hand swipes it up and he stuffs it into his pocket, dark eyes watching me.
“Those are mine now,” he murmurs, before jumping out onto the grass.
He turns around and holds his hand out for me to take. I swallow and pull my dress down before crawling across the blankets and taking his hand. He pulls me toward his chest and lifts me out of the trunk, carrying me to the passenger seat and shutting the door behind me.
From the rearview mirror I can see him packing up the snacks, blankets and pillows before tossing them into the back seat and jumping into the driver's side.
“Ready to go?” he asks as he starts the engine.
