by Susan Stoker
“Okay,” she said.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“So, uh…one more thing,” Macie said.
“Anything.”
“Will you kiss me again?”
Colt smiled. “Absolutely.”
He leaned down and took her lips with his, happy that they were alone and he didn’t have to worry about anyone looking at them and saying something that would make Macie uncomfortable—or noticing his hard cock.
He pulled Macie onto his lap so she was straddling him, and set about making sure she knew he was in this one hundred percent. That he didn’t care about their ages, or what her brother thought, or anything else that might run through her mind as a roadblock to their relationship.
They’d clicked the night of Truck and Mary’s wedding, but when she’d called, scared out of her mind, and he’d been able to help her focus and find a place to hide, something deeper had happened between them. Something on a more primal level.
She was his. His to protect. His to comfort. His to make happy. He hoped down the line she would see him the same way…well, at least as someone she could lean on and rely on. But the soldier in him, the man, wanted her in a way he’d never wanted anyone before.
Before he knew it, Macie was grinding her pussy against his dick, and he was holding her hips, helping her gyrate against him as they kissed. Her hands had shoved his shirt up and were caressing his bare stomach and chest. She wasn’t hesitant in any way, and Colt loved that.
He pulled his lips off hers long enough to make sure she was on board with what was happening.
“Are you sure?” He could barely form the words.
“Sure about having sex? Yes! Please.”
He grinned at her enthusiastic response and groaned when she leaned forward and nuzzled her nose in the space between his shoulder and neck.
“Birth control?” he ground out, wanting to make sure all their bases were covered before things went too far. He hadn’t seen her taking any pills, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have some other sort of contraceptive.
She froze and sat up. Colt could feel the warmth between her legs, and he fantasized about them doing this again, but with both of them naked.
“I…I’m not on anything,” she said after a beat.
“I’ve got condoms,” he reassured her immediately. “I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone in over a year, but I’ll protect you, Macie. Have no doubt about that.”
“I’m clean too,” she told him, blushing as she did so. “I didn’t sleep with Teddy, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“I wasn’t worried about it,” Colt soothed, even though that was a little white lie. He wasn’t concerned for himself so much as he was about her. Teddy obviously wasn’t a good man, and anything he’d told her about his sex life had probably been untruthful, so for her sake, he was glad she hadn’t gone that far with him.
“It’s been, like, four years,” Macie blurted. “I just…dating is hard when you have anxiety, and sex seems even harder. So I just stopped doing both. I had my vibrator, so…” She cut herself off with a groan and brought a hand up to her face. “Oh crud. Pretend I didn’t say that.”
Loving the thought of her pleasuring herself, but not wanting to embarrass her, Colt let that go. “Are you worried about us?” he asked. “Because we can wait. We don’t have to do anything other than what we’ve already done. The last thing I want is to be the source of your anxiety. Ever.”
Macie immediately shook her head. “No!” she practically shouted, then her cheeks got even redder. “I mean, no, it’s not like that with you. This feels right. Good. I don’t want to stop.”
“I don’t want to stop either,” Colt reassured her. “But if at any time you need to slow down or take a break, let me know. I won’t be upset and I won’t be mad.”
“I won’t. But okay.”
He grinned at her and tightened his hands on her hips again. “Now…where were we?”
“You were about to take me into the other room and make love to me,” Macie said with a smile.
And with that, Colt helped Macie off his lap and stood. Then he leaned over and picked her up with an arm behind her back and one under her knees, just like he’d carried her through the parking lot at her apartment complex. He entered the bedroom and put her down on the king-size bed—and just stared at her for a long moment.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful,” he said reverently.
She shook her head.
“You are,” Colt insisted. “Your hair is a beautiful shade of brown that reminds me of a thoroughbred. Your eyes are a deep mahogany that hold so many secrets, they make me want to know every single one. You’re the perfect height for me…not too short or too tall.”
“I’m too fat.”
“No,” he countered. “You’re perfect. Trust me.”
Macie bit her lip and nodded.
Colt could tell she didn’t really believe him, but he had plenty of time to make sure she knew he was being one hundred percent honest. For now, he would distract her with pleasure.
He reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, loving how Macie’s eyes didn’t leave his body. Wanting to make her feel comfortable, he undid the button and zipper on his jeans and slowly shoved them down his legs. His socks came off next, and then he was standing in front of her with nothing on but his underwear. Briefs that in no way hid his desire for her. He could feel his dick pulsing with desire for the woman in front of him.
“Your turn,” he said quietly, not making a move toward her.
Macie looked up at him and, without breaking eye contact, undid the buttons of her light blue blouse one by one. He looked down when she shook off her shirt and stared at the beauty she’d unveiled for him.
Her tits were still encased in her bra, but his mouth practically watered with the need to suck on them. The bra was a lacy thing that showcased her chest rather than hiding it. With every heaving breath she took, her tits looked as if they were going to pop right out and spill over the cups.
Colt watched as her hands quickly unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her hips to push them down. She kicked them off, and he barely noticed when they landed in a heap on the floor next to the bed. He was mesmerized by the sight of her.
Her legs seemed to be miles long, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from the slight scrap of lace between her thighs. He could practically smell her arousal, and it increased his own tenfold.
He took a step toward the bed and thanked his lucky stars that she was his. And not just for tonight, if he had anything to say about it. She was his. Forever.
Slowly, he put a knee on the mattress next to her, and she smiled even as she scooted over to give him room on the giant mattress. Colt didn’t hesitate; he moved one knee over her body until he was straddling her and lowered himself. He put his weight on his elbows and sighed in ecstasy as they touched from hips to chest. His cock was hard between her legs, but he wouldn’t hide his reaction from her.
“Hey,” he said when they were face to face.
“Hey,” she returned with a small smile.
He felt her hands move up his sides then rest on his naked back.
“You ready for this? For us?”
“I feel as if I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.”
It was the perfect answer. Colt smiled and kissed her. They made out for several minutes, lazy, long sweeps of the tongue, playful and easy. Then the kiss changed. Became more urgent. He felt her hands clutch his back as her hips arched up into him.
He drew back from her mouth and moved down her body. He put his fingertips on the edge of the cups of her bra and looked up. “May I?”
Macie nodded eagerly.
Slowly and carefully, Colt pulled down her bra until her tits popped out. He inhaled deeply at the sight of her erect little nipples. She was plenty bountiful in the chest department, and something about
seeing how turned on she was flicked a switch inside him.
He couldn’t be gentle anymore.
He’d been trying so hard to be a considerate and easy lover so he didn’t scare her in any way, but the second he saw the evidence of her arousal, he lost it.
His mouth descended on one nipple as if it held the elixir of life. Colt didn’t lick and tease, either—he sucked her nipple hard, pushing it up to the roof of his mouth with his tongue as he did so. Reaching for her other nipple, he pinched it with his fingers, making it even harder.
She wiggled under him, arched her back to press deeper, and groaned. Loving how responsive she was, Colt continued his assault on her breasts. He couldn’t get enough. He pushed them together and switched off, sucking on one nipple then the other.
“Take it off,” he mumbled even as he devoured her.
“What?” she asked, dazed.
“Your bra. Take it off,” he ordered.
“Oh!”
And with that, she arched her back even more—which Colt took advantage of—and reached under herself to unhook the contraption.
The second she was free, he palmed both breasts and squeezed. “Fuck, woman. Beautiful.” Colt knew he wasn’t speaking in full sentences, but that was beyond him at the moment.
It took several seconds for him to realize that Macie was attempting to push his underwear down his legs. He wanted to stop her. To tell her that he was on a hair trigger and if he took them off, he’d blow.
But then she looked up at him, her pupils dilated with lust, and said, “I want you inside me.”
That did it. He couldn’t deny her anything. He was a dead man. If she ever realized the power she held over him, he’d be in big trouble.
Colt rolled onto his back and shoved his underwear down his thighs, wincing as his cock sprang free in the process. He felt movement next to him and looked over at Macie. She’d done the same thing, and now lay naked as the day she was born next to him, smiling.
As quick as a flash, Colt resumed his position over her, this time his cock brushing against the curls between her legs.
“Fuck me,” she repeated, lifting her hips in invitation.
Knowing he had no control, and wanting to make sure Macie was slick and ready for him, Colt eased himself down her body, kissing his way from her chest, to her tits, to her belly button and beyond.
Macie tugged at him. “Colt. Please!”
“I’m going to fuck you, Macie. Make no mistake. But first, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to make you come with my mouth and fingers. Then when you’re exhausted and sated, I’m going to put my cock inside you and make love to you. You won’t know where you end and I begin…and I’m going to make you come again. Then, when you’re incoherent with pleasure, I’m going to fuck you. That work for you?”
Colt didn’t know where the words were coming from. He’d never been a dirty talker. Preferred to just get down to business and get off. But he wanted to cherish every second of this first time with Macie. Wanted her to be as mindless with pleasure as he knew he would be.
“Uh…yeah, Colt. That works for me. I’ll just lie here and let you…you know…do your thing.”
“Thank you,” he said with a smile. Fuck, she was adorable. Then he bent his head and did his thing.
* * * *
Macie shook as the orgasm tore through her. Colt had done exactly what he’d said he was going to do. He’d put his mouth on her and made her come. Oh, his fingers had been involved too, but mostly it was the way his tongue curled around her clit and the way he’d sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves that had thrown her over the edge.
She’d never really enjoyed oral sex, because she always worried about what she smelled like, what she tasted like, and if the guy was going to want her to reciprocate. But with Colt, she couldn’t think about anything but how good he was making her feel.
And for the first time ever, she wanted to return the favor. She wanted to get her mouth on his cock. She’d caught a glimpse of his dick when he’d removed his underwear, and it was quite impressive.
Before she could reach for him, or let him know she wanted to touch him too, he was looming over her once more. She loved the feel of him on top of her. She felt surrounded by him, and it made her feel safe. Loved.
He knelt up and reached over to the table next to the bed and grabbed a condom. She watched him roll it down his length with greedy eyes. She’d been right. He was impressive. She must’ve made a noise in her throat, because his gaze came back to her, and he smiled.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said bluntly.
He took hold of his dick with one hand and inched his knees up, spreading her legs wider. Macie looked down and saw the mushroom head of his cock pressing against her folds. She lifted her hips, welcoming him into her heat.
The sound of his groan as he slowly pressed into her hot, wet body was almost as satisfying as the feel of him inside her. Almost.
Closing her eyes at the sensation, Macie arched her spine and threw back her head. She gripped his biceps and sucked in a breath through her nose. He was big, and it had been a long time since she’d had a man.
As if he understood, Colt held completely still inside her, letting her get used to him. She heard him murmuring comforting words as her body relaxed.
“Better?” he asked softly.
Macie nodded.
He pulled out of her body all the way, then slowly pressed inside again, piercing her folds once more. Then he did it again. And again.
She’d never been made love to this way. In the past, the men had just hammered inside of her until they’d come.
But every time Colt pulled away, her hips followed, not wanting to lose him. Then he’d press his cock back inside and she’d feel whole again.
Reaching down, she gripped his ass and dug her nails into his sensitive skin when he left her body once more. “Colt,” she griped.
“What?” he asked with a grin.
“Stay inside me,” she ordered.
“You’re more sensitive this way though, aren’t you?” he asked.
Thinking about it, Macie nodded. “Yeah. All the nerve endings down there come to life every time you pull all the way out before pushing back in.”
“Exactly,” he muttered. “For me too. My cock is all happy and warm, then it’s cold and sad, then it’s happy and warm again.”
Macie chuckled and Colt groaned. “Fuck, I can feel your muscles clenching around my dick when you laugh.”
That made her laugh harder, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs, trying to hold him in place. “I thought you said you were going to make me come slow and easy?” she complained.
“You ready for that?” he asked. “I was giving you time to recover.”
“I’m recovered,” she reassured him.
Instead of picking up his pace, Colt pressed all the way inside her, then sat up, pulling her ass onto his thighs. Her pelvis was tilted upward and she was resting on her shoulder blades. She was about to ask what he was doing—when his thumb landed on her clit and began stroking, slow and easy.
Squirming, wanting more but somehow less, Macie gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Making love to you. Making you come on my cock.”
The movement of his thumb was relentless. No matter how much she squirmed, she couldn’t get away from it. His cock was full and hard inside her, and her body bore down on it as she got closer and closer to losing it.
“Damn, hon. You’re squeezing me so hard. It feels so fucking good. You need to come or I’ll lose it.”
She barely heard his words. Macie had always thought she needed a fast and hard touch on her clit to come, but Colt was proving her wrong. The orgasm built slowly but steadily until Macie knew she was about to tumble over. She spread her legs as wide as she could as her thighs began to tremble. Her stomach clenched and her toes curled.
“That’s it, Mace. Come for me.”
And sh
e did.
She thought she might’ve blacked out for a moment because when she became aware of where she was again, her ass was back on the mattress and Colt was leaning over her once more. He was still inside her, as hard as ever.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said roughly. “Hard. You ready?”
Macie nodded. She was ready for whatever he wanted to do with her. She was his. Completely.
His hips started moving, pressing his length in and out of her. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought his body’s reaction. “I’m not going to last,” he informed her. “Watching you come, hearing my name on your lips, feeling your excitement on my thighs…it was too much. Does this feel okay?”
Macie nodded.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Make yourself come again.”
“I can’t,” she protested, even as her hips rose to meet his thrusts.
“Try,” he croaked. “Please. I want to feel you squeeze the come out of me.”
Not able to deny him anything, Macie reached down between their bodies and brushed a finger over her swollen clit. She jerked in response. She was so sensitive still. Even though it hurt a little bit, she did as Colt asked. She wanted to please him. Wanted to force him over the edge with her.
It didn’t take long. Within a minute Macie felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm. “I’m close!” she warned.
“I know,” he responded. “Do it! Fucking come.”
It took another ten seconds or so, but she did. Just moments after she began trembling and shaking from the intense bliss, Colt threw his head back and shuddered. The muscles in his arms next to her shook with the pleasure he was experiencing and his chest heaved with his breaths. It was awe inspiring and hot as hell.
As if a plug had been pulled, Colt relaxed. He dropped down and rolled, taking Macie with him. She lay on top of him now, his dick slowly softening inside her. They didn’t say anything for the longest time, not until he slid out of her.
Macie whimpered a protest; she’d liked how he’d felt. How they were connected.
“I know,” he whispered. “I liked being in there too.”
Macie knew he had to get up and take care of the condom. It had to be uncomfortable, now that they were done, but he didn’t make any move to leave the bed.