He shrugs, but his smile is answer enough.
“Thank you Gabriel,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He shoo’s me out of the room with a chuckle and without thinking it through I run up the stairs and straight to Colton’s room wanting to share the amazing news with him. But when I burst through his doors without knocking, I freeze on the spot.
Colton is leaning against his desk, pants at his ankles and head thrown back, pumping his cock.
He quickly lifts his head to look at me, just as his door shuts on its own behind me, but it’s too late for him to stop as cum shoots out of the tip. He groans, dropping his head again as he pumps unevenly, smaller shots of cum seeping out.
”Oh my God,” I whisper, my face burning hot.
I squeeze my thighs together to try and stop the throbbing ache between them, but when he lifts his eyes up to mine again, a panting mess, the ache doubles and I don’t know if it’s safe for me to stay in this room.
“I’m going to go,” I say in a rush, turning to leave.
”Don’t go,” he says, reaching out and grabbing hold of my wrist.
I turn and look down at where he holds me, my skin feeling electric. I glance back at him, seeing the need in his eyes, probably reflecting the need in mine.
“It’s probably not a good idea for me to stay,” I whisper.
“We’ve seen each other naked before,” he says with a shrug. “We’ve had sex before too.”
I feel like I’m going to combust from want and need right here in front of him. “Yeah but that was before…before…before you?—“
”Before I told you that I love you?” He finishes for me.
I nod.
Colton chuckles, letting go of me and pushing himself off the desk as he walks toward me.
“I can separate my feelings from sex, Kai,” he says, running his thumb along my earlobe. “I told you before, if you want relief you can always come to me.”
I know I shouldn’t, not when I’m supposed to have my date with Zale later tonight, and especially not after everything that’s happened between Colton and I over the last couple of weeks.
But I have no self-control. Not when it comes to him and the things he makes me feel. So, unsurprisingly, I don’t hesitate to crash my lips against his.
Our kiss is messy, desperate, and electric as he pulls my shorts and underwear down before rubbing his fingers against my pussy, making a satisfied sound when he finds me already wet.
“Watching me make myself come really did a number on you, huh?” He murmurs after pulling away from our kiss to lift me up by the back of my thighs and carry me over to his desk.
I grip onto his shoulder with one hand, and use the other to support myself on the desk as he slides his cock into me.
“Oh god,” I moan. “This is a really bad idea.”
He chuckles as he begins to thrust, using his thumb to rub my clit at the same time. “Sex with you is never a bad idea.”
A monumental orgasm crashes into me a few minutes later and Colton has to cover my mouth with his palm to keep the whole house from hearing. He doesn’t slow down, or stop, even when my eyes roll back. He keeps going and going until a second orgasm rolls through me and this time he joins in with his own.
I feel him explode inside of me, the warmth of his cum warming me from the inside out, and even though I came twice it doesn’t feel like enough—I want more.
“I’ll never get tired of this pussy,” he groans, his thrusts losing their rhythm.
“Never?” I ask, coming down from my own orgasm.
He shakes his head. “Ever.”
This time, instead of feeling overwhelming fear at the idea of us having sex again, I almost feel…excited. But that can’t be right, can it?
