by Ruby Rowe
“Scouts honor.”
“Good girl. Now, let me taste this pink pussy.”
The color of crimson washes over her face and spreads to her chest. Her nipples harden, puckering up before I even touch them, and this experience is already too good to be true.
Summer Nichols is underneath me in my bed, surrendering herself to me, and it appears I can have as much of her as I desire for as long as I want to. I’ve won the fucking lottery.
My mouth skims up her stomach, and it flinches beneath me. I squeeze her waist, stilling her as my tongue reaches her nipple. The rosy tip beads up more, hinting for me to give it a nip.
As I do, her lungs whip up a breath, so I repeat the process, but this time, I tug a little harder and longer before I let it slip from my teeth.
I do the same to her other tit, and her hips buck beneath me. Fingers weave through my hair, and she grips it to pull me down closer.
I fight a chuckle. She’s going to be fun to torment, and I’ll tease her back like she’s teased me for so long.
“Colton, that feels so good.” Forging on from her words, I squeeze her tit and suck on the nipple good while I slip a finger in her tight opening. She’s already soaked, her inner thighs wet, too.
Putting another finger in, I stretch her to get her more prepared for me, and I growl from the thought of how soon I’ll feel my dick break through that protected hole. I’ll claim her virginity. Me. I’ll be the one she always remembers.
CHAPTER FOUR
Summer
I’m about to orgasm from only Colton’s fiery mouth on my nipple when he senses it and let’s my tit pop free. I groan from the absence and discover he’s taunting me, generating an incessant need only he can fulfill.
It’s as if he’s been holding the power all along that would bring my being to life, my body a map he has studied and is now exploring. He’s that good, and he hasn’t even moved south.
Every part of me is burning up, and I’m on sensory overload, my perception superhero like. I notice the drumming in my ears and how the soft strands of his hair feel as they slide between my fingers.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whisper.
His eyes reach mine, and I capture the sight of lust brimming in them, a desire he couldn’t hide if he tried.
“So have I, Summer … ever since you grew into this scintillating body.”
My nipples are swollen and aching, and my pussy throbs. I feel the stretch of it as he inserts yet another finger, and I know it’s so it doesn’t hurt when he finally takes what he’s really after.
He’s moving them faster, in and out, and god, I can’t hold on any longer. I moan as the ecstasy starts at my toes and unfurls violently until my eyes are rolling backward in my head.
“Shhh … baby, not so loud. Fuck, how I wish you could scream my name, but you’ll get a chance.”
His fingers slip out of me, and I’ve barely come down from the high when I feel his hot breath on my pussy.
His tongue’s in my slit, and he flicks a spot repeatedly, and I can hardly take it. My hips thrust upward, but he pushes me down with his strong hand and holds me there with pressure.
There’s a succession of sucking and stroking, and the erotic sound of it all makes it that much harder to hold out. He returns to flicking again, and another orgasm approaches, so I grip his hair tighter and pull with all my might.
He grunts and doesn’t stop licking me until I’m convulsing against his mouth, the pleasure rippling along my body. Releasing his hair, my arms fall to my side. I’m tired but in the best way ever.
He raises up on his knees, and with a smug smile, he wipes his wet mouth on the back of his arm.
“I’ve never been with a woman who’s so sensitive to my touch. I fucking love it, and if you pull my hair like that again, I get to pull yours back.”
He called me a woman.
Smiling lazily, I close my eyes. He moves over me, and I hear him swipe a condom off the nightstand.
“Open your eyes, sweetness. I want you to watch me put this on so you know how to do it.”
He opens the package and strokes himself twice while his gaze is fastened to mine, but there’s no way it’s to get him harder.
He’s only putting on a show for me, and it’s one I’m excited to watch. As he rolls the condom down over his length, I’m in awe over his size.
“OK, here goes. You stop me if it hurts too badly, but if you can bite through the pain, once I’m all the way in it’ll start feeling good.”
Settling between my legs, he guides the tip inside me. Instantly, my muscles contract around him.
“Try to relax. It will make this easier.”
My body shakes from his awareness, how he sees through me. I’ve bared almost every part of myself to him, and I don’t believe it would be this way with someone I haven’t known and trusted for years.
I take a deep breath to calm myself before he enters me more. His head falls over as he struggles to stop moving.
“Goddammit, you feel so good. It’s hard not to drive into you.”
He gets it in enough to where he can shift his body up over me. His fingers delve in my hair as he pushes in farther.
My nails dig in his back, and I fight through the sting. He thrusts a little harder this time, and I wince. Holy shit, that time hurt like hell.
“That’s it, baby. I’m in now. Breathe.” The soft glow from the table lamp allows me to see his eyes. He’s looking through me, his lips parted, and I revel in how I’m the only person on his mind. This is the only thing owning his thoughts.
“I can’t do slow any longer. I’m gonna pick up the pace.” His hands tighten down on my hair, and he moves forward and back in a rhythmic motion.
The pain is lessening, and my body is relaxing, taking in more of him with every thrust. Gliding my hands down his back, I focus on his heated breaths until I feel the orgasm climbing.
I thought the pain would make it impossible, but he’s taking me there again. I’m whimpering and panting, and it signals to him he can go faster and harder.
He does until I have to bite down on my bottom lip so as not to shout from the exhilarating orgasm seizing my body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.” His expression changes in a heartbeat when his own release takes hold. His body jerks a few times, and I think I feel a pulsing from him deep inside of me. Still yet, he’s determined to hang on to my gaze.
Colton Graham can call it what he wants, but he just made love to me. I’m not trouble… I’m in trouble.
Colton
The silence in this truck is getting to me, so I grab Summer’s knee and give it a squeeze.
“You sure are quiet over there. Regretful already?”
Her head shifts my way, and her soft hand wraps around mine.
“Not at all. I feel … different, I guess. Our night together was unexpected, so it’s a lot to process.”
Parking in front of her house, I glance up at it.
“It’s late. I hope Jason didn’t beat us here. If so, he’ll suspect something for sure,” I say.
“I’ll tell him you were letting me sober up first so that Mom and Dad wouldn’t be pissed.” The white globe in the sky allows me a view of her young face. If she’s this hot at eighteen, I can’t imagine how sexy she’ll be at twenty-one.
“So, do you think you wanna do this again?” I ask.
“I’ve been wondering if you want to. I didn’t know if I was any good at sex or not.”
I exhale a clipped laugh. “Summer, I think my dick found a new home in you tonight, and I’ve already broken bro code, so why turn back now?”
Even in the dark truck, I can spot her bashful smile and pink cheeks.
“I’d love to do it again, along with other stuff.”
“I start work tomorrow, so let’s get together Sunday.”
“Sounds good.” Looking my way, she stares at me in silence, gnawing on her lip. I smile, and after about twenty seconds, she lays a kiss on my cheek
and hops out of the truck. She didn’t say bye, and she doesn’t turn back. Women stress me out. I never know what they’re thinking.
“Ah, shit,” I mumble once I make the realization. I didn’t kiss her goodnight. Damn, she was probably waiting for it, and I should at least kiss the girl goodnight after what she gave me.
I hope she won’t change her mind and regret tonight since I’d like to do more of it and then some. She let me fuck her twice, and she had to be sore the second round. She might be able to go the distance, and that would make this my best summer yet.
CHAPTER FIVE
Summer
It’s Saturday afternoon, and I’m painting my toenails a bright red. I haven’t been able to get Colton out of my mind, along with all the images of the sexual things we did last night.
I’ve been contemplating ways I could appear sexier, and my nails being the color of scarlet seemed like a good idea. My foot is propped up on my vanity as I swipe the polish over my pinkie toe. Last one and I’m finished.
The doorbell rings, and I hear my brother’s dinosaur feet stomping toward the door. Colton’s voice echoes up the stairs next, so I freeze. My heartbeat accelerates, and my mouth becomes as dry as the Mojave Desert.
What is he doing here? He said he’d see me tomorrow. We have each other’s phone numbers, so I grab my phone off the vanity and eye it. No texts. He must be here to see Jason, and that’s a bit disappointing.
Every neuron across a synapse is yelling at me to go see him, but I won’t. He has my phone number and could text or call me if he wanted.
I can’t appear needy, or he’ll cut me off faster than a slow driver, and that’s the last thing I want to happen. I’m blessed with his laughter next, and I can’t help but smile.
Don’t go down there, Summer. Just don’t.
Groaning, I hunt for my headphones on my nightstand and pop them into my iPhone. I need a distraction from this torture. Colton is so close yet so far away.
Stretching out on my bed, so the polish on my toenails and fingernails can dry, I shut my eyes and get lost in Luke Bryan’s Pandora channel. Without warning, my earbud is yanked out, and Jason is standing over me, wearing a smirk.
“Wake up, Jenny. Forest is waiting downstairs.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You know, Forest, from that movie Mom watches all the time.”
I sit up at the side of the bed.
“I know who Forest is, but I swear I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m not seeing anyone or going on dates even,” I rattle off.
“I’m not the damn relationship police. I don’t care if you’re dating someone or not. I’m just telling you Zane’s at the door.” Stepping back, he scowls. “You’re so dense I can’t even joke with you.”
Holy shit. Zane and Colton are both here.
Shooting to my feet, I scurry from my bedroom and barrel down the stairs. Once I reach the bottom, I’m about to go straight out the front door, but something tells me to turn around and face the hallway next to the stairs.
Colton is right there, maybe three feet from me, and I believe his glare could lead a protest march. Lord, he’s so sexy.
His shoulder is casually leaning against the wall, and a heavy work boot is crossed over the other. He’s in a filthy white t-shirt and faded jeans that are hugging his impressive package.
Tan skin glistens with sweat and dirt, and I want to mount this man who’s all kinds of gorgeous from manual labor.
“Tell the weakling you can’t come out and play, pack a bag for the night and then park behind my house in twenty,” he whispers aggressively. “I want to punish you.” He turns and marches toward the kitchen. Hearing Jason on the stairs thaws me from my frozen state.
“You’re so fucking blond,” he says. “The door’s the other direction.”
I glance up at him as he stands on the bottom step.
“When are you gonna grow up and be nice to me?” I spout.
“When hell freezes over.”
My eyes well up with tears, which is totally unlike me when he’s an ass, but I’m over his shit, and I’m overwhelmed because I have my best friend outside, whose heart I have to break, and then I have Colton, who looks like he wants to spank me and eat me for dinner. Maybe he’s too much for me after all.
Jason frowns. “I was joking, Summer. Sorry.” He rounds the corner to walk toward the kitchen, and I guess I should be impressed. I can’t recall the last time he apologized to me.
***
Once I’ve parked behind Colton’s house, which I imagine is so my brother won’t spot my vehicle if he drives by, I lean my head back against the seat.
The top’s down on my convertible, so after I brush aside the long strands of hair that are stuck to my face from the wind, I close my eyes and bask in the sunlight. Deep breaths flow in and out as I gather my wits to go inside Colton’s place.
Zane wasn’t happy with my declaration that he was staying in the friend zone, and I have a feeling he’ll try to change my mind until I go away to college.
Actually, I’m going to the same college as Colton and Jason, but I’m guessing Colton doesn’t know it yet, and considering how little Jason shows interest in me, I doubt he’ll bother to tell him any time soon.
I don’t want Colton to know because then he might shut me out, thinking I’ll expect a relationship with him.
I can’t lie; I would love to date Colton, but I’m not naïve, either. Growing up with a self-absorbed brother, I saw how little Jason paid attention to girls.
They’d chase after him, always calling and showing up. He’d throw a bone their way to get them in his room, and then he’d pretty much be done with them after.
I don’t think he’s ever gotten out of his head long enough to know it hurts girls when he behaves this way. I could be a case witness that guys only think with their dicks.
Seeing this firsthand with him and Colton has been helpful for me, though. I don’t have romantic expectations with guys.
I will equally use Colton to gain sexual experience, and I’ll shove down my feelings for him so I can have an adventurous summer.
A hand clasps my throat and another slides along the back of my head. Gasping, I try to lift up, but a mouth is soon on mine, and after one swipe from his tongue, I know it’s Colton’s.
I hum with approval from the force of his strokes and the way he’s holding my head, controlling the situation.
His mouth is scorching, and I can taste the salt from his sweaty lips. Fuck, have I said yet how I love a man who’s not afraid of getting dirty?
A husky noise rumbles from his throat before he releases my lips and leans his forehead against mine.
“That was the kiss I forgot to give you last night. Now, stop making me wait on you and get inside.” Letting my face go, he opens my door for me.
As I’m leaning to step out, I come close to his rigid cock, the large bulge straining against his jeans. I draw my gaze up to his dark eyes.
“Did you plan on spending time with me when you arrived at my house, or did seeing Zane incite the urge?”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Admit you were a little jealous.”
He frowns. “I don’t get jealous, but if we’re going to sleep together all summer, then I don’t want another cock inside of you. If you can keep up with my strong sexual appetite, then I won’t hook up with anyone else, either.” His fingers grasp my chin. “Deal?”
“Deal.”
Once inside, I look around again, still bewildered that I’m at his place.
“I want four things tonight: a shower, food, sex and sleep. This job already blows.”
“Sorry, but I like seeing you all kinds of filthy.”
“Mmm… I like hearing that word from your dirty mouth. Have you ever showered with a dude before?”
“Um, no.” I guess my fear is evident because he’s smirking. Removing his wallet from his back pocket, he hands me his debit card.
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nbsp; “We’ll save that fun for another day. Here, order us dinner while I shower alone. You know what I like.”
“Yeah, I guess I do after all these years.”
Giving me a swift kiss, he squeezes my waist.
“You’ll be dessert.” And just like that, I feel my pussy clench, his words alone directing it. It’s definitely his for the taking.
CHAPTER SIX
Colton
Summer and I finish eating a spread of hot wings, fries and slaw that’s in front of us on the coffee table. As I suspected, she knew exactly what sauces to get me. The girl even ran down the street and grabbed a two-liter of Mountain Dew, my favorite.
Looking over at her, I watch as she licks the sauce off her fingers. Maybe I need to spread some of that sauce somewhere else for her to lick.
“Are you finished?” I ask.
“Yes.” She smiles bashfully. “I ate too much.”
“Then you can work it off. Get down here and straddle me.”
“I think you enjoy telling me what to do.”
“Haven’t I always?”
She laughs. “Yeah, I guess you have. ‘Summer, fetch your brother and me some sodas. Summer, go tell your mom we’re hungry. Summer, stop being a pest and get out.’ ”
Padding on her bare feet to my end of the couch, she stands before me, biting that juicy lip over a smug smile.
“Young lady, keep mocking me and see where it gets you. Take off your top.”
Crossing her arms, she pulls the black shirt over her head. She’s not in a bra, which I picked up on the second she arrived.
Her sexy legs are beneath red denim shorts that should be illegal. Combine that with her bare tits at attention, and it’s enough to get my cock twitching.
Sitting up, I pop the button on her shorts and unzip them, all while staring up at her nervous gaze. I pull on them, and she shimmies her hips until they’re off.
Her red thong is made of lace, and as much as I want to admire her in panties, I have the urge for her to ride me more.
“Take them off, too.” Before I slide my athletic shorts down over my knees, I pull a condom from the pocket and hand it to her. “Here.”