by Izzy Sweet
I want to get lost in his kisses, get lost in the taste of his mouth. I need to burn every little detail about him into my memory. I plan to live the rest of my life off of this experience.
His tongue meets my every thrust, my every pull until he’s pushing, overtaking me and bending me back. The aggressor becomes the submissive and I willing submit to the demands of his mouth.
Gravity is no longer my friend, and if it wasn’t for his hands grabbing me and holding me up I know I would be flat on my ass.
He won’t let me have the lead, he’s taking control. Power and control seem to be a thing with him. All night, since he claimed me from Benton, he’s grabbed onto me or kept me close. Never letting me stray too far. I’m freely giving him the upper hand, allowing him to do what he wants.
Tonight I’m letting go, I want to be someone else. I want to be the girl he’s claimed; the girl he owns. The girl he can’t get enough of.
Grabbing at his shoulders, I kiss him back, giving him all that I’ve got. I want him to know how much I want this, and how much I need this. I think it would literally kill me right now if he stops.
He returns my ardor, tongue tracing my teeth, exploring my deepest depth then nipping at the corners of my mouth.
“Are you sure?” he asks between his kisses but doesn’t give me a chance to respond.
His tongue thrusts right back into my mouth and I feel him bending me back even more, forcing me off balance. His tongue thrusts so deep, he’s practically shoving it down my throat.
Air becomes precious, I can’t seem to get enough. He’s trying to eat me, devouring me with his mouth, and it’s everything I can do to keep up.
I break first, tearing my lips away and sucking in a shrill breath. As soon as the breath is in, I expel it with an answer. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Good,” is all he says, his voice raw and husky, before his mouth attacks my neck.
He’s relentless. Sucking, biting, licking. And my neck is so sensitive, it’s as if every scrape of his teeth, every lap of his hot tongue is hitting a wire that is directly connected to my clit.
I feel myself clenching, my thighs are trembling and I’m definitely growing wet. I moan softly as my fingers find his hair, tangling and tugging. I can’t seem to decide if I want him to stop or if I want to beg him for more.
The more he kisses me, the more he suckles on me, the more I writhe and burn. My blood is like lava, nearly boiling. The air coming out of my mouth with my moans is like steam, and the sounds I’m make only seem to further encourage the ravishment.
Hands holding me up by the hips, they suddenly slip around and his strong fingers start to knead my ass.
“Whitney, Whitney,” his voice caresses me as his warm breath washes over the wet places he just licked. “So sweet.” His mouth slides lower, tracing my collar bones. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I want nothing more than for him to cover my body with his kisses.
“Remove the jacket,” he commands and my fingers leap instantly to obey.
The way I’m bent back, my spine almost painfully arching, it’s a roll of my shoulders and little tug at my wrists before the jacket is sliding down, whispering to the floor.
The air feels cold against my fevered skin. Shivering, I try to press closer to him.
“Good,” he rumbles, pleased, and I feel the vibrations of his chest against my breasts. My nipples feel hard and tingly, tight with want.
“Take off your shirt.”
It’s a struggle with him pressed against me and the way I’m nearly dangling from his hands, but somehow I manage. The buttons of the shirt slip through my fingers a few times, and I feel Colt’s fingers digging deeper, impatient. I half hope he’ll get tired of waiting and just tear the garment from my flesh. But after a minute, and a lot of wiggling, the buttons are free and the shirt is gaping. With some more wiggling of my shoulders, I get it to slide down my arms until it’s joining the jacket on the floor.
“Fuck,” Colt groans as if he’s in pain and promptly buries his face into my breasts.
It’s all I can do to remain on my feet, pressed back precariously as his face nuzzles and his mouth attacks me. I’m just about to ask him to release me when I’m suddenly swept off my feet. He just picks me up without a word and strides quickly towards his bedroom door.
With a yelp, I instinctually grab on to him, my arms locking around his neck.
“What are you doing?” I somehow find the breath to ask.
“I can’t do what I want to do standing.”
“What do you want to do?”
Colt grins and throws me back. The fall is too short for a scream but one sticks in my throat regardless. Thankfully I land on something soft and quickly come to the conclusion that it must be a bed.
His bed.
I should probably look around, probably get a feel for where I am but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of him. The room is dark and covered in shadows except for the light beaming through the window.
I watch as Colt unbuttons his shirt, his body glowing in the bright moonlight as he practically rips the garment off of his chest. My breath catches at the sight of him, at all the muscles— his defined pecs, bulging biceps, and the deep ridges of his abs. He’s just as strong, just as built as any of those professional athletes that were at that party.
No, don’t think of that.
I swear to God he rolls his hips seductively as he whips out his belt and then pushes down his pants.
I feel hot and needy as I look him over, my pulse racing. Locking my knees together, I fight the urge to reach down and touch myself as I appraise his every long, hard velvet inch. He’s so big. So thick. Will he even fit?
There’s only one way to find out.
He reaches down, yanking my little skirt down my hips so hard my butt is lifted into the air from the force of it.
“Do you like your panties?” he asks, staring hard at them.
“I guess so?”
I don’t understand what he’s getting at until his grin grows more mischievous and he reaches down, literally ripping the panties off of me.
The air is cold and my knees are spread. My cheeks burn as I realize just how soaking wet I am.
“Don’t even try it,” I warn as he eyes my bra. There’s no way it’s going rip off as easily as that little g-string I was wearing.
His knee hits the bed, then the other, and my eyes drop. I watch his cock bob and bounce as he crawls up, shadowing me with his bulk. His head dips down and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss me.
“Don’t you tell me what to do,” he says softly, turning his face and denying me the kiss.
His hands grab me by the wrists, fingers pinching me. He yanks my arms up above my head, and pins them to the bed.
“When you’re in my bed, I’m in charge. Understand?”
Eyes burning into me, there’s a challenge there but also a question. Will I let him do this? Or will I deny him the control? Or even fight him for it?
I look away as I think. Do I want to play this game?
“Well?” he asks impatiently.
What’s the harm? What’s one more concession? One more submission?
“I understand,” I answer quietly.
He nods but his grip on my wrists tightens as he switches his grip to one hand. “And when you’re in my bed, nothing comes between us.”
His other hand slips beneath my back and deftly, expertly he unhooks my bra. Pushing my bra up, his eyes gleam as my breasts are freed. “Nothing comes between us,” he repeats. “Especially clothing.”
Why is he talking like this is going to be more than a one-time thing? Is this part of the game? My eyes search his face but he’s staring down at my breasts and I can’t get a good read on him.
I pant, feeling my body flushing with a new heat as he admires me. Why does he keep talking? Why doesn’t he just take me already?
“I understand,” I pant, arching my back and straining against his re
straint. If only I could pull him down on top of me.
“Do you?” he asks as his head dips down.
His mouth parts and his tongue darts out. I moan, squirming, hips jerking as his tongue laps at me. “Do you understand that when you’re in this bed, you belong to me?”
“Yes,” I answer and my fingers curl, nails sinking into my palms. If only I could grab him by the back of the head and shove his face into my breast. I need him to keep licking me.
“Say it,” he demands, dragging his tongue across the top of my nipple then tracing the circle of my areola.
“Say what?” I have to ask. My thoughts are so muddled I can’t think straight. In his hands, beneath his tongue, my brain is no longer capable of functioning.
“Say you’re mine; say you belong to me.” His mouth completely covers my nipple now and he sucks back, hard.
“I’m yours,” I groan. Between my thighs my core throbs and aches painfully.
“And?” his breath puffs against the wetness on my breast.
“I belong to you.”
But just for tonight.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “I’ve been wanting to suck on these all night.”
With his one hand, he grabs and gropes my breast as he sucks on it. His fingers squeeze as his mouth covers my nipple completely. Hard he pulls, suckling and working me over with his tongue, teeth, and lips.
Deep inside me, I feel something unraveling.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans as he slides over to my other breast. “I just can’t get enough.”
Fuck, I groan inwardly as his fingers cup around me and he lashes me with his tongue. If he keeps this up I just might come.
As if he can read my mind, Colt chuckles and his suckling stops. He pulls back until the peak of my breast slides out of his mouth with a wet pop.
“I want to memorize each inch of you with my tongue.”
Down he slides, nibbling and tasting while pulling my trapped hands with him.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, pausing at my belly button.
I hesitate. I’m not a virgin, I’ve slept with a couple of guys when I was in high school because, honestly, I was horny and simply curious. But I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. I’ve had plenty of guys wanting me to go down on them, but I wasn’t into that. At the time I thought why should I pleasure them and not get anything out of it? I was pretty certain they wouldn’t return the favor. Two guys, there’s only been two guys I’ve been with sexually and it wasn’t much more than them groping me and sticking it in until they got off. And since high school I haven’t been with anyone, I’ve simply been too busy with work.
“Whitney,” Colt growls and his teeth nip at my belly. “I gave you a command. Obey me.”
Mentally it feels like it takes way too much effort, way too much will to get my knees to unlock.
“Yes,” Colt purrs encouragement. “Such a good girl.”
Oh my god. I feel both horribly mortified and terribly excited as he eats me up with his eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans as he slides lower, pinning my trapped wrists against my stomach.
I feel the first stroke of his tongue against my clit and it hits me like a zap. My hips jerk and I cry out.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” His tongue drags down, slowly. Then suddenly, quickly, it strokes back up. “You taste like ambrosia.”
He growls and sucks my clit into his mouth. The pressure, the pleasure, it’s simply too much. My hips rock and I try to grind myself against his mouth.
“I’m going to come. Oh my god, I’m going to come,” I cry out.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, never imagined, never dreamed that a guy going down on me could feel this fucking good. I feel swollen, full of heat and steam, and there’s so much throbbing, so much pressure, I’m about to burst.
“Come,” he growls around me and the vibrations set me off.
I scream out his name as colors flash behind my eyes and all my nerves explode like tiny little fireworks.
He licks me up, pinning me to the bed with a hand on my hip. His tongue is merciless, lapping and savoring, his mouth practically drinking from me as my thighs quiver and the quake of the orgasm fades to milder aftershocks.
By the time I’m done, I feel sated and boneless. Weak and limp, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.
Until his head pops up.
His lips glisten as he grins at me from between my thighs, and the wicked twinkle returns to his eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”
Fingers loosening, he releases the grip that traps my hands and moves up my body, purposely sliding his skin against mine. I gasp and tremble, the sensation is too much, my skin feels overly sensitive like all my senses have been amped up.
His knees cover my thighs, and I feel his hardness poking my belly as he positions himself.
“Look at me, Whitney.” His hand cups my cheek tenderly and he rubs his nose against my nose. “I want you to look me in the eyes as I enter you.”
I gasp, my eyes locked on his eyes as he moves his hips. I feel his cock slipping down my belly, then it’s sliding against my clit and through my slick folds.
His eyes darken as the crown of his cock nudges at my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he groans, “but tight. Tell me if it hurts.”
He’s too big, my brain screams at me as my body seems intent on rejecting him, resisting at first. There’s no pain, just lots and lots of pressure as he pushes forward. Like a rubber band being stretched, he pushes and pushes until something inside me finally gives. The resistance gone, my body opening to him in acceptance, he surges forward, stretching my walls almost to the breaking point with the size of his enormous cock.
My lashes flutter and his face blurs, going out of focus. I’ve never felt so full before.
“Are you okay?” he asks, just holding himself there with the head of his cock bumping the barrier to my womb.
“Yes,” I whisper, bringing his face back into focus and melting beneath his concern.
“I’m not hurting you?” he groans and I feel him pull back just a little.
“No,” my thighs tighten around him and I scramble to wrap my legs around his waist. “It feels really, really good.”
“It does?” he asks and just like that the concern is gone. The wicked gleam returns to his eyes and he pulls back some more.
“Yes,” I groan and feel my eyes rolling up.
“Look at me,” he demands and thrusts forward. “I want you to look me in the eye while I’m fucking you.”
“Why?” I whine as my eyes find his eyes again and he pulls out all the way only to inch his way back in—torturing me with the slowness.
“Because I want you right here with me,” he grunts, withdraws and slams back in. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere else.”
“I’m here,” I tell him, and he keeps me there by pounding his cock into me, over and over.
I wanted to escape, I wanted to pretend I was someone else, that this was something else, but he won’t let me. I feel pinned and contained by his gaze, as if he’s trying to peer into the very depths of my soul.
“Do you like this?” he asks, driving forward with so much force his balls slap against my ass.
“Yes,” I gasp, my thighs tightening around him as I try to hold him in.
He grins. “Do you like me fucking you, Whitney?”
My heels dig into his ass cheeks as he pulls out. I just want him back, buried deep inside me. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
I have to look him in the eye, I’m not allowed to look away when I say, “I like you fucking me.”
His head bends down, face leaning even closer as he stares at me darkly. “I love fucking your pussy.”
Good grief, I can’t even…
He grins but it’s more like a snarl as he strains with effort, white teeth flashing in the moonlight. “Your pussy was made to take my cock. You fit me like a fucking glove.”
Fuck.
There’s a quiver of warning and then my walls clench down around him and I come, hard.
“Yes,” he groans, his cock forced to fight through my tight clutch. “Come for me, baby.”
In and out he pumps. “Come for me, Whitney.”
I want to close my eyes but I can’t. My sex spasms, my walls milking him as I’m swept up into blissful waves of pleasure. And the entire time he stares into my eyes. I’ve never felt more exposed, but I can’t hold on any longer.
I just let go.
“Oh fuck,” Colt snarls and growls, and I see the same release mirrored back at me. There’s something indescribably extraordinary about watching him break inside his eyes during my own throes.
It’s not a little death, it’s rebirth.
I feel his cock twitch then swell as he jerks above me, and a moment later I’m filled with sudden warmth.
I hold him, my hands stroking down his back tenderly as he moves above me. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before. Not only is he still looking into my eyes but he’s also inside me, filling me with himself.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, I suddenly realize why I feel such warmth.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I whisper.
His eyes widen in horror. “Shit.”
I hope I didn’t just get fucked in more ways than one, but good thing I’m on birth control.
Chapter Five
I’m wide awake instantly. My internal alarm clock wakes me up at six o’clock on the dot every morning, without fail. I’ve been getting up this early for so long I don’t think I could sleep in if I wanted to.
I try to roll over but I’m still wrapped up in Colt’s arms. His chin is resting on my shoulder and he’s snoring softly.
Last night, after realizing we didn’t use a condom, Colt and I had the talk. He assured me he was clean, and that he was recently tested. I assured him I’m the same. I think we both still plan to get tested again just in case, but I trust him. When I also explained to him I’m on birth control and there is nothing to worry about on that end, I got the feeling he trusted me. His shoulders just kind of slumped in relief. Then somehow we started kissing again and one thing lead to another…