Consolation Prize

by Linda Kage

  Whimpering as if he didn’t want to stop feasting on me, he finally let my aching nipple pop free of his mouth. Then he smoothed his hands down my sides as if heading for my bottoms. But he paused at my side, his fingers drifting over my tattoo he’d just then discovered.

  “A dream catcher,” he murmured in awe, twisting around so he could see the rest of the tattoo that started on my back. Only a single feather from the dream catcher could be seen on the front. “Amazing.”

  He lifted his face and glanced toward my window, taking in the half a dozen dream catchers I had hanging there. When his lips parted with amazement, I touched his face until he turned his attention back to me.

  “I want it hard and fast and delicious. You think you can handle that?”

  Instead of answering, he kissed me. His lips slammed into mine. Our mouths opened and tongues tangled as if wrestling for control. The next thing I knew, his hands were gripping my hips and he was lifting me off him before swinging me around and tossing me back onto the bed. My spine barely hit the mattress before he ripped my pants down my legs.

  Staring at my panties, he groaned and shook his head. “These panties you wear are going to kill me, I fucking swear.”

  I blinked, confused. “What’s wrong with my panties?” I wore the most boring, plain cotton underwear that provided nothing but comfort. How the hell did he find that exciting?

  “Not a damn thing. They’re perfect.” And then he peeled them down my legs and tossed them over his shoulder. “Fuck me,” he breathed, shaking his head. “You’re even flawless stripped naked and bare. How are you fucking real?”

  His hungry gaze made me feel powerful. Usually, I was self-conscious at this stage, ready to cover parts I wasn’t so proud of, but Colton had me actually pleased to show him everything and more. Lifting my arms over my head and spreading my legs wide in a way that exposed me to a man as I’d never exposed myself before, I stared him in the eye and said, “Why don’t you touch me and learn how real I am?”

  He swallowed, his throat working through the difficult gulp. Then he choked out, “Holy damn,” before leaning down and licking me from asshole to clit.

  The sensation electrocuted me and had me crying out my surprise. Two fingers impaled me as his mouth sucked around the spot just above that. I jerked, my limbs unable to stop themselves from bolting at the stimulation.

  “Oh my God. Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I groaned, my orgasm chant making an appearance already. “Colton, I can’t—”

  I choked on my shock as my inner muscles clamped around his fingers and began to contract with the most pleasant pain ever. Then I cried through the rest of it, afraid of how hard I was coming and yet yearning to come even harder. And then I did. I came with an intensity that forced me to let go and stop trying to hold it all in. I ground my pussy up into his face and grabbed my nipples, squeezing them through the release.

  When I came down, I wilted, drained and sated beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

  Between my legs, Colton looked up. When our gazes met, he eased his fingers out of me and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he swallowed, drew in a deep, fortifying breath, and announced, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  My return grin was lazy and content. “Yeah, I’m totally done, that’s for sure. So you…” I lifted a limp hand and swirled my finger in a circle, giving him permission as I finished, “go ahead and do whatever. I’m good with it.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “Good with it?”

  I rolled my head. “Great with it. Whatever,” I corrected. Damn picky man. He should know how amazing he was just by my total inability to move right now. “I don’t want to be on top anymore, either. Too tired to move.”

  When I yawned, he sniffed and shook his head. “So, now that you’re done, I’m just supposed to use your body however I like to get myself off?”

  I frowned. Yeah, that didn’t sound so cool. When I realized that’s what I’d basically meant, I frowned even harder. Why the hell had I even suggested such a thing?

  “Oh, baby doll,” he murmured as the back of one of his fingers stroked gently down my cheek. “You’re not even close to being done yet.”

  And just like that, I sparked back to life. He must’ve known because the fucker grinned. Which only made me scowl. “And what makes you so special to go deciding reactions in my body?”

  Chuckling, he climbed off the bed. “Because you’re not the type to go down after one punch. You always pop right back up, swinging and snarling.” He seemed to love that detail about me, too, as he stripped his jeans down his thighs and then tugged off his Jockey shorts.

  My gaze followed every move until he was standing before me buck-ass naked. My attention zeroed in on his cock jutting out proud and erect. The droplet of precum made me lick my lips and squeeze my thighs together, wanting him to rub it against me, mixing our juices together before he pounded into me hard and fast.

  Colton covered it with a condom and I almost whimpered out a protest at the loss of seeing all of it. Then he wrapped his hand around the whole thing and stroked it once as if to make sure everything was securely in place.

  He glanced up. When our gazes clashed, I knew he knew I wanted him again. But he was right. I couldn’t stop fighting.

  I opened my legs to him and taunted, “Well, if you really think that little thing can spark me back to life, you’re welcome to try.”

  He laughed and grasped my ankles before dragging me to the edge of the bed. Then he hooked each of his arms under my knees and lifted my hips off the mattress so my pussy could line up with his cock while he remained standing on the floor.

  Grinning, he lifted an eyebrow and said, “Little, huh?”

  Then he thrust inside me. All the way to the hilt with no resistance whatsoever from my body.

  I gasped and bowed up, absorbing the encompassing invasion. “Holy…fuck,” I choked out. “Fuck.” He felt huge inside me from this angle, stretching and pressing at things I’d never felt stretched before.

  “Still feel little?” he asked, mocking.

  “Damn you,” I moaned, unable to thrust back against him because he was holding my legs hostage and controlling every little movement.

  “Oh, sorry,” he murmured. “You wanted it hard and fast, right?”

  I gave another sound of protest, almost fearing what would happen if he gave me what I actually wanted.

  Then he retracted his hips and slammed back into me. It felt so good, I cried out, physically sobbing as he fucked me without mercy, repeatedly pounding in and pulling out.

  I stretched out my arms and gripped the sheets under me, absorbing every blow right where I felt it the most.

  “Colton…Colton,” I begged, already ready to come again.

  “Shit,” he muttered, looking frantic. He began to fuck me across the mattress, thrusting me further up the bed so he could climb onto the sheets with me. Without losing his rhythm, he lowered himself on top of me until we lay flush together, chest to chest. Then he looked me directly in the eye and admitted, “I can’t last much longer.”

  I kissed him and forked my fingers through his hair, gripping two handfuls as I merged my mouth with his. It was the last little impetus I needed to send me over the edge. Hooking my legs around his waist, I screamed out another orgasm.

  He jerked unsteadily, then thrust deep before holding himself tight inside me as he came too. We clutched each other. I buried my face in his neck and he buried his in mine. My fingers clutched his hair while his arms wrapped around me and tethered us together.

  We settled at the same time, breathing hard and still holding the other for dear life. Finally, he blew out a breath and lifted his face from my neck to press his forehead to mine. Then the cocky bastard said, “Okay, now you’re done.”

  I slugged the side of his arm without any heat. He grinned, kissed my cheek, and rolled off me so that we were lying side by side and staring up at the ceiling together, with
most likely matching expressions of dazed shock.

  But seriously, that had been…I don’t even know. Just unreal. Unheard of. And totally unforeseen.

  I’d been hoping for a nice satisfying screw. But this…this had blown everything I thought I’d ever known about sex completely out of the water.

  The worst part: I still wanted him, maybe even more now than ever.

  JULIANNA’S CHAPTER | 18

  After he cleaned himself up and returned to the bed, we lay prone on our backs, side by side and stared up at the ceiling together for I don’t know how long, but it felt like eons that I just gaped at nothing and thought holy shit, what just happened?

  I mean, my body still hummed from how hard and long I’d come, and I was sure I should be over the afterglow by now. But I was ready for more, eager for more, craving it like some kind of drug addict.

  I blew out a breath and muttered, “Well, that didn’t get shit out of my system.”

  Next to me, Colton grumbled his agreement. “Nope,” he muttered before he cursed and scrubbed his face. “Dammit. I guess this means once won’t be enough for us.”

  Rolling onto my side, I gaped at him. “What do you mean once won’t be enough?” I shoved his arm, more scared he was right than actually angry about it. “You fucking asshole. You promised me once would do the trick.”

  “No.” He turned to his side as well to face me, shaking his finger. “No, I never promised shit. I said I didn’t see why once wouldn’t do the trick. How the hell was I supposed to know you’d have a golden pussy that felt like...shit...nirvana!” He ran his hands through his hair, looking harassed and as unsettled as I felt. Then he sat up. “I built it up in my head so much I was sure it’d be a serious letdown by the time I finally got inside you.” He whirled around to stare down accusatively at me. “Why the fuck did you have to feel so good?”

  “Me?” I pressed my hand to my chest. “You’re the one who went down on me with that perfect freaking tongue of yours and licked me like you were worshiping at some kind of sex altar. What was that about?”

  “You said you wanted full service,” he boomed, throwing up his hands in disgust.

  “That was before I knew you could get me off with your cock alone!” I shrieked right back at him. “God!” Needing to vent, I picked up the first thing I could throw and hurled it at him. Too bad it only ended up being my wadded-up pair of panties.

  Colton flinched, slinging up his arm to dodge the blow before the soft cotton bounced off his forearm, leaving it completely unharmed. Lifting a single eyebrow, he glanced down at them as they landed on his thigh. Then he snorted out an amused sound. “Panties? Really? Ooh, I’m so scared. Please don’t hurt me with your soft, harmless underwear.”

  “Oh, you bastard,” I fumed. “I’ll find something harmless to heave at your big, stupid head.” Whirling toward my nightstand, I spotted my Kindle and leaped for it. That would leave a dent.

  “Oh, shit.” Colton scrambled for me, wrapping his arms around my arms and pinning them to my sides. “Maybe we should both just calm down,” he panted from behind me, struggling to keep me from flailing just as much as I was struggling to break loose.

  “No!” I bucked against him. “No, no, no. This fucking sucks. No one’s ever made me come before from just their stupid dick alone. Why you? Why?” Exhausted from my tantrum, I settled into his arms and rested my cheek against my pillow, drained yet mortified.

  Being with him wasn’t supposed to feel as good as it had. I mean, I’d wanted good. But I’d wanted good and over. This had been the kind of good I wanted to keep. Why had it been that kind of good? “I just don’t get it.”

  His hold on me morphed from containment to comfort as he kissed my shoulder blade and began to rub my arm. “I guess I’m just that awesome,” he lamented.

  I sniffed. “Well, what the hell are we supposed to do about it?”

  With a shrug, he mumbled, “I don’t know. Fuck some more, I guess.”

  I lifted my face and tried to glare at him over my shoulder. “How many times?”

  He shook his head. “Like I have any idea. This is unchartered territory.”

  I ground my teeth. “That’s so not reassuring at all.”

  “Well, I don’t know!” he snapped, climbing off me and backing away so I could sit upright and whirl around to face him head-on. “I just know I’ve never been with a girl I haven’t gotten tired of. So, it’s gotta happen sooner or later between us, right? Meaning...we just keep getting it on until we finally get over it.”

  I didn’t like thinking I’d be just like the others or someone he’d grow tired of after a while. As much as I’d only wanted a one-time deal, the idea of him not being as addicted to me as I apparently was to him was just not acceptable. It made me panic.

  What if I kept wanting him, and he stopped wanting me?

  “I don’t like that deal,” I blurted. “I mean, what if you get over it sooner than I do? I don’t want to be left hanging just because…just because...”

  “Oh, Jesus. Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “If I get it out of my system sooner than you do, then I’ll just...I promise you I’ll keep on until you get tired of it too.”

  “Right…you’d just fake it and force yourself to fuck me, huh? No matter how sick of me you were? You do realize how ridiculous that sounds, don’t you?”

  “Well, then you come up with the suggestions,” he muttered. “Damn. I told you what I thought would work. Why don’t you tell me what you want to do?”

  I bit my lip before admitting, “I want to fuck you some more.” That was pretty much the only thing I knew.

  “Good. Great!” He lifted his hands as if it were settled. “Then let’s freaking fuck some more.”

  I arched my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest. “Just like that?”

  With a shrug, he asked, “Why not? What else is there to decide?”

  Oh, everything, probably. But yeah, I didn’t care about that right now either. I had Colton here, naked and still willing in my bed, so I was taking advantage of him…er, of the situation.

  Okay, of him too!

  “Fine,” I answered, uncrossing my arm and motioning with my finger. “Lie on your back and put a new condom on.”

  “What?” He straightened with surprise. “Like right now? I thought we were done for the day?”

  “Oh, baby doll,” I told him in a low voice, repeating his words right back to him. “You’re not even close to being done yet.” Then I set my hand on his chest and pushed him back until he was lying just how I wanted him.

  His eyes lit with pleasure and awe as I climbed onto his lap and straddled his thighs, hovering my pussy over his cock, which jerked with the knowledge that another round of sex was imminent. Since he hadn’t reached for protection yet, I grabbed the string of unused packages and tore one open.

  Colton watched me the entire time, saying nothing, his gaze heated and alert. When I had him fully sheathed and my fingers were wrapped around the base of him where hot flesh pulsed within my grasp, he lifted his attention from his dick to my face.

  “I’m the luckiest dumb shit on the planet right now, aren’t I?”

  I sank down on him, and he gasped as his back bowed up and mouth gaped open. Once he was seated deep and I’d taken him all the way inside me, he swallowed and rasped. “Yes, yes I am.”

  When I began to move, he gripped my waist and clenched his teeth. “Damn, you are so fucking spectacular. Tight, wet, beautiful. Christ…” His gaze swept over me, pausing on my bouncing breasts before falling to his lap, where he became fixated on the area where we were joined. I glanced down, and it was like a sensory overload. Watching his cock, slick with my juices, disappear repeatedly inside me was just…mmm.

  A sharp quiver went up the insides of my thighs and I clenched my inner muscles around his length. He choked out his surprise and gripped my waist tighter.

  “You did that on purpose.” He sounded so accusatory I shot my gaze to him only to
realize he was barely holding himself together and about to lose complete control. His face was flushed, eyes dilated, and a trail of sweat was dripping down his temple.

  I grinned, loving how I could get him so worked up. “What? This?”

  I squeezed around him again, and his lips curled back as he gritted his teeth. “Yes, dammit. Stop. I can’t hold back…oh, fuck it. If I’m coming, then so are you.” And he reached down between us to press his thumb to my clit, nudging it so I could feel the friction of his cock against it from the inside along with the movement of his finger on the outside. The double assault shot off a stream of electrical impulses that arced through me, shooting out the ends of my fingers and toes, my nipples, and all through my pussy.

  I whimpered and clutched my breasts, gripping them to abate the searing sensation, while Colton heaved his hips up under me, thrusting his cock deep.

  “Juli,” he gasped, and it was like some kind of desperate plea, begging me to come with him. The combination of my name on his tongue, the look in his eyes, and his dick and fingers massaging me set me off.

  I let out a breath and came hard. And I swear the only thing that got me through it was staring into his eyes the entire time, watching him go off with me.

  As soon as the most intense part had passed, he reached up, clutched the back of my neck and pulled me down until we were kissing. His mouth was warm and soft, and I sucked in his tongue as soon as he offered it.

  It all felt so different. I was used to kissing beforehand to ramp up the arousal and lead into sex. But kissing afterward was…I don’t know, so much more personal. We shared breaths and touches, and it was all so strangely intimate. I felt more connected to him than I could remember being to anyone.

  He eased me onto my side so I didn’t have to keep hovering over him, and he rolled onto his side so he could keep facing me and kissing me. Our mouths didn’t lose contact, but he came out of me, down there. And still, I continued to experience that same intense link.

  Slipping his fingers over my cheekbone, he finally broke his lips away from me so he could run them along my jaw and down my neck.