He gave me a perplexed look. “I know what the media says, but Chicago isn’t that bad. I mean, it is in some places,” he laughed. “But it’s home, you know? Even though I’ve lived in New York for the past eight years, Chicago is where my family is.”
I know. I know far too well, I thought, gaping at him.
“You don’t sound like a native New Yorker,” he continued.
“I live in Brooklyn,” I interjected quickly, hoping to steer the question away from my home and my family. “Not too far away from here actually.”
He swallowed before responding, “I don’t live far away from here either. My apartment is a couple of blocks that way.” He gestured in the opposite direction of my apartment.
I swirled the straw around in the last little bit of my milkshake. “Do you live with anyone? Roommates?”
Significant other? I wondered, watching to see if he gave anything away.
“No. I live alone,” he answered with a smirk. “And I’m single.”
I swallowed the fry that was in my mouth before responding, “I didn’t ask.”
“Your eyes did.”
I gave a short, dry laugh as I sat straight up in the booth.
Starting at the crown of my head, I slowly ran my fingers through my long, curly hair. With my arm above my head, I felt the sweetheart neckline slide a little lower on my chest. His eyes didn’t leave mine, but I could see him warring with himself. When he licked his lips, I smiled at him.
“Now whose eyes are saying what?” I asked innocently, dropping my arms and picking up my milkshake to finish it.
Colton chuckled. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Absolutely.”
Standing, he pulled out a twenty dollar bill and dropped it on the table. “Are you tired? Do you want to walk home or take a taxi?” He offered his hand to help me up. When I put my hand into his, I looked up into his eyes and I felt his desire.
“I’d actually like to see your apartment before I head home,” I said as I let him help me up.
“Oh I’m sorry… I guess I wasn’t clear. When I asked you if you wanted to walk or ride home, I wasn’t talking about your place. I was talking about mine.”
The confidence in his words caused my body to stir. “Lead the way.”
SITTING DOWN IN THE DINER gave my feet the chance to relax so I didn’t mind the two-block walk to Colton’s apartment. The cool summer breeze felt good against my skin and Colton kept me laughing the entire walk. When we reached the three-story brick building surrounded by a black wrought iron fence, I looked around impressed. I had applied for an available apartment in that building when I first moved to New York, but I was denied due to lack of credit history, the amount of student loan debt, and the monthly cost.
And of course, Mom and Dad wouldn’t cosign for me. They pretty much condemned me for moving to New York without a job and then fussed at me about living somewhere safe…all while not being emotionally or financially supportive. I didn’t even want their money, I just needed them to cosign for credit purposes, I silently grumbled before quickly pushing the thought away.
“I like,” I acknowledged as we walked through the security gate.
“Thanks.” He pulled out his keys and opened the door to the building. He gestured for me to go through the doorway first. With his hand on the small of my back, he silently ushered me to Apartment 1E at the very end of the hallway.
Before I could turn around to move out of his way, Colton’s hand skated across the small of my back until he grasped my left hip, holding me in place. With him behind me, I was sandwiched between his front door and his muscular body. He was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. A puff of air escaped my lungs as the soft cotton of his shirt gently brushed against my bare back. The silence that engulfed us was so absolute that all I could hear was my heart racing.
Leaning into me, Colton unlocked his front door and pushed it open. Maintaining contact with me, his hand stayed firmly placed on my hip. I took a few tentative steps into the darkened apartment, not wanting to disconnect myself from him. Once the door clicked shut behind us, he flipped a switch and the living room flooded with light.
“Would you like a tour?” Colton asked in a low tone, guiding me by my hips further into the apartment. Letting me go, he leaned against the breakfast bar and watched me take in his living space.
The living room was large and roomy. My eyes swept over the chocolate brown leather sofa with matching chairs. A large, abstract drawing hanging above the sofa. An oversized flat-screen television was mounted against the wall with two signed guitars on either side. On the other side of the room was a small, but tidy kitchen that separated itself from the living room with a breakfast bar.
“This is really nice, Colton,” I said, turning in a circle to make sure I saw the entire space.
I need to fold the basket full of clean laundry that’s on the floor in my room, I thought, fascinated by how clean and well put together everything looked. I let my fingers caress the smooth surface of the oversized leather chair.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice barely masking his desire. The sound of his voice made my heart flutter and I felt a tightening deep inside of me.
I turned to face him and my fingers curled, gripping the chair behind me as my body slacked. I had to lightly perch myself on the back of the chair as I watched his gaze travel down the length of my body. The air instantly became thick and I could feel how badly he wanted me. My body responded instantly. Although he couldn’t see how wet his gaze made me, my hardening nipples gave me away.
Pushing himself away from the wall, Colton was in front of me in three steps. He was so close that our bodies were almost touching and I had to tip my head up to maintain eye contact. With our closeness, my breathing had become more labored.
Colton ran his hands up my arms until he worked his way up to my face. I resisted the urge to nuzzle my head into his palm. Instead, I kept my eyes focused on his, allowing the storminess of them to tell me everything he wanted to do to me. I wasn’t aware that my eyes were telling him the same thing until he broke the silence.
“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded sexily.
“Say what?” I whispered. I was so turned on that speaking loudly wasn’t an option anymore.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to kiss—”
His mouth crashed into mine, interrupting my sentence. All of the pent up sexual tension between us exploded. His tongue played with mine in a way that made me long to feel it all over my body. That thought alone gave me chills.
As the kiss intensified, we pulled each other closer, kissed each other deeper, grinded against each other harder. I wanted to take his shirt off, but I couldn’t do it without breaking the kiss. It took everything out of me to pull away from his lips, but I endured the short separation in order to pull his shirt over his head. We resumed kissing and I let my hands play over his muscles, feeling the ridges of his chest and the definition in his arms.
My hands had a mind of their own as they dropped lower and lower down his sculpted abs. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, I ran my hand over his hardness. The low groan that erupted from him when the palm of my hand rubbed against him caused my entire lower body clench deliciously.
With him so close, I inhaled deeply and my eyes fluttered shut. He trailed kisses to my ear before he growled softly, “Turn around.”
I heard his belt hit the floor and my eyes flew open. Looking down, I let out a trembling breath when I saw the length and width of him. Reflexively, I licked my lips and reached out for it. It was hot and heavy in my hand. I stroked it slowly, in awe of it.
“Turn around,” he repeated, his voice raspier. I looked up and I could see the effect I was having on him.
With his hands on my hips, he helped turn me around. Standing so close behind me, I could feel him, heavy and hard resting against my ass and I almost lost it. I had never been more turne
d on in my life and my knees started to shake.
“Step out of your shoes,” he commanded. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Bending me over the leather chair, my hair gathered in the seat. I used my upper body strength to balance so I could quickly get out of my shoes. I felt instant relief once my feet sank into the plush carpeting.
Leaning over me, Colton trailed kisses from the nape of my neck all the way to the small of my back. As he kissed his way back up to my neck, he slowly pushed the skirt of my dress up over my hips, exposing my red G-string.
He palmed my left ass cheek before giving it a light smack. “You have a nice ass, you know that?” Colton asked, giving the right cheek a similar smack.
I thought the question was rhetorical so I didn’t respond.
Colton tickled my skin as he ran one of his hands slowly up my spine. I was so distracted by how good his warm hand felt on my back that I lurched against the chair when he ran an unexpected finger across my wet panties. While one hand pressed firmly on the small of my back, keeping me securely over the back of the chair, he used the other hand to play with the damp lace. “Do you know what a nice ass you have?” Colton asked again.
“Yes,” I gasped, both answering the question and confirming that his fingers were doing an excellent job. “Yes.”
“You are so wet,” Colton whispered as he slid my panties to the side. My hands gripped the leather chair as the feeling of his finger lightly stroking me vibrated throughout my body. “Soaking…wet.”
“Oh…God, yes,” I panted, gyrating my hips in time with his finger as he slowly made circles against me.
“Do you know what I want, Mya?” he asked. His voice was strained as the sound of my wetness echoed through the quiet apartment. “Do you?”
“No,” I moaned as he slid the entire length of his finger inside of me. I opened wider for him in response.
Colton slowed his movements completely. “Are you telling me no because you want me to stop or are you telling me that you don’t know what I want?”
“I—I don’t know what you want. I definitely don’t want you to stop. I—oh God.” My answer broke off into an inaudible gasp as he added another finger. He teasingly moved both fingers in and out of me. I moaned loudly as he pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go and then pulled them almost all the way out before repeating the process.
I felt myself tightening around his fingers as he increased the speed. Frantically grinding on his hand, my breathing became more erratic. My orgasm was building to the point of no return.
“I’m—I’m almost…there,” I panted as he repeatedly rubbed the pads of his fingers against my g-spot with each stroke.
“Not yet,” Colton grunted, pulling his fingers out of me and causing me to whimper involuntary.
Pushing the thin straps of my dress over my shoulders and down my body, Colton hitched his thumbs into the lace G-string and pulled it down too. I was completely naked, my clothes pooled at my feet.
He grabbed my hair by the root and gently pulled me into a standing position. Sandwiching me between the leather chair and his body, I could feel how fast his heart was beating.
Pulling my hair in order to expose my neck, he trailed kisses from my shoulder blade to the sensitive spot behind my ear. His breathing was just as erratic as mine.
“I want to bury myself so deep inside you that your pussy molds to the shape of my dick,” he growled sexily.
The desirous pull deep inside of me built to be unbearable as his words set my body on fire.
With his hand twisted in my hair, Colton turned me around to face him. His eyes devoured my naked body before his mouth covered mine hungrily. I put my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Without warning, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his hips. Kissing me the entire way, his fingers dug into my thighs as he carried me to the room at the end of the hallway.
When we stopped moving, I slowly pulled my lips away from his. I looked over my shoulder in the dimly lit room and saw that I was right over the bed. When I returned my eyes to his, the fluttering deep in my belly intensified. He looked as if he wanted to devour me.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want him right now, I thought as he slid me down his muscular body onto the bed.
Wanting to tease him like he teased me, I held his gaze as I slowly slinked my way to the middle of his king sized bed. Running my hands over my breasts, I rolled my nipples between my fingers. Reclining back, I let my legs inch open. With one arm propping me up, I let my other hand move over my belly and rest at the apex of my thighs.
Colton’s eyes followed my hand as he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I let my head drop back and I closed my eyes. I could feel him staring at me and it was so erotic having him watch me play with myself.
What is he doing to me? I thought, dipping my finger inside my wetness with a moan.
The second the sound escaped my lips, Colton was on top of me. I kept my eyes closed and he parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me with a passion I’d never experienced before.
My nipples were so hard, they hurt. I cried out when he latched his warm mouth on one while he toyed with the other. Squirming underneath him, I held his head firmly to me as he captured each nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue across them.
“That feels so good,” I whispered, undulating my hips. “Please...don’t stop.”
He repeated the action two more times before he returned his soft lips to mine. As our kisses became needier and more insistent, I could feel his accelerated heart rate as it pounded against his chest. I could feel the rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing. But most importantly, I could feel him pressed up against my wetness.
Picking my legs up, he spread me open wider. I licked my lips and waited. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes to find Colton staring at me.
“Keep them open,” he said, stroking my throbbing clit. I grunted an affirmation as I struggled to maintain eye contact.
His voice broke sexily as he inched his way in. “God, Mya…Keep…your eyes…open…until…I get…all the…way…in.” With each inch, he filled me, stretching me out deliciously. And the sheer pleasure on his face as we both adjusted to the tight fit sent a fresh wave of chills down my spine.
Moving slowly at first, we both let out a euphoric sigh as we settled into a groove. And then something clicked. Pushing my legs as far back as they could comfortably go, Colton pulled himself almost all the way out of me before driving himself back in. Using his thumb, he toyed with my aching clit as he rammed into me. My eyes fluttered closed as each moan grew louder than the one before it. I clawed at his arms as he pounded into me over and over again. Just the feel of him inside of me was overwhelming; however, I tried to hold back, not wanting it to end. But I was at my breaking point and his voice pushed me too far.
“Let me feel it, Mya,” he begged.
Moaning, I felt myself on the verge. “That…I,” I began, unable to get the words out as I worked my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Let me—oh shit,” he groaned as my body started to shake.
With that, the tension that had been building released from deep in my core and spread through the rest of my body. I feverishly gyrated against him, riding the entire wave of the most massive orgasm I’d ever had.
Letting my legs go, Colton slowed down a bit and leaned forward. When our lips found each other, we moaned in unison. Our kisses were messy and chaotic.
“Oh God,” I panted through sloppy kisses. I couldn’t get enough of him.
He put one of my legs over his shoulder and continued with long, deep strokes. Hearing his deep guttural moans spurred me on as he skillfully took ownership of my body. Hitting a spot deep inside of me, I clenched tighter causing him to groan loudly. His impending orgasm provoked mine as we thrust into each other with reckless abandon. Each stroke harder and more intense than the last. Feeling him lose control was it f
or me.
“Mya…Mya,” he groaned, his body becoming rigid.
I had no control of my pulsating body as we climaxed together. My mouth opened, yet no sound came out as pleasure took over.
As our bodies came down from the high we were riding, all I could hear was our heavy, satiated breathing. Collapsing beside me, Colton and I laid in sated silence for a minute.
I needed that, I thought as sleep settled over me and everything went black.
I woke up with a start. But before I even opened my eyes, I felt Colton’s arm resting heavily across my middle. I felt the heat of his body pressed firmly against my back. I could feel his slow and steady breaths against my hair. My eyes fluttered opened and I confirmed that we were, in fact, spooning.
What am I doing? This is not the way one-night stands work, I thought as I carefully lifted his arm off of me. I tried to ignore how difficult it was for me to want to leave his warm bed…and his warm embrace. I also tried to ignore the way my body missed his touch as soon as I successfully maneuvered out of his bed.
Get it together! That’s the first warning sign, I chastised myself as I stood completely naked in the dimly lit room. The way he touched me was addicting, and I cannot allow myself to get addicted to him.
Although his blinds were closed, I could tell the sun hadn’t completely risen yet. Careful not to make any noise, I moved slowly. He made a sexy noise that was part moan, part sigh as he shifted. I froze. My heart pounded as I watched him, praying he didn’t wake up. His naked body was on display and I took a second to admire his masculine form. Even the dim lighting couldn’t take away from the undeniable beauty of Colton Davis.
The sexiness radiated off of him like a desert heat. With the face of a model and the body of a Greek god, I couldn’t help but stare. My eyes traced over the tattoo that covered his left bicep, shoulder and chest. I was too caught up in the physical pleasure he was giving me to truly appreciate every detail of his sculpted body and chiseled face earlier. Colton sighed and then moved slightly, causing the sheet to slide down his tight abs. I took my eyes off of the sexy man asleep in front of me and looked at the clock on his nightstand. Shit! It’s after five o’clock in the morning!
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