Colt
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It’s almost midnight, and I’m silently standing in the entryway of Whit’s house while she doles out cash to some seventeen-year-old babysitter.
My hands clasped in front of me, I sway awkwardly and look around the room like I’m not impatiently waiting for this girl to leave so I can sneak upstairs to finally enjoy proper alone time with my girl.
Whit thanks her again, slowly shutting the front door with a soft click. The lock turns, and my pulse quickens. Standing in her quiet home in the dead of night is so similar to her birthday, except that night I was adamant her bed was strictly for sleeping.
Tonight? Tonight I want to be hers. The way she wanted me to be last time.
“Jonas is a pretty deep sleeper,” she whispers, taking me by the hand. “But I still try to be extra quiet when I go past his door.”
I give her a silent thumbs-up.
With every inch closer to her room, my cock grows stiffer in my jeans.
I’m convinced the only reason I didn’t blow a load in my pants again tonight is because I was smart enough to crank one out in the shower before our date.
But that was hours ago, and with the amount of kissing and touching—tasting—I’ve done tonight, I’m so horny it hurts.
The hinges squeak with the slow push of her bedroom door, and the moment it closes, she’s kissing me.
We tumble onto the bed so I’m on my back, and she’s immediately hitching a leg over my hips.
I grab her ass and pull her onto me, desperate for the feel of her rubbing against my painfully hard cock.
The room’s lit only by a rose gold glow from one of those weird salt lamps on her nightstand—I guess if she’s low on sodium she can use it like a salt lick for humans.
Grasping handfuls of my shirt, she pulls until buttons pop free, and her sharp painted nails drag down my bare chest. Rocking her hips, Whit curves to slide her tongue across my nipple, and electrified tingles race across the surface of my balls, tightening them with so much raw pleasure I let out a throaty groan.
“Shhh.” She slaps a hand over my mouth. “He’s a deep sleeper, but not that deep of a sleeper.”
Nodding that I understand, I take to chewing at my bottom lip as she continues a trailing tongue lick south.
Whit settles onto the mattress between my legs without removing her tongue from my abs.
Eventually my belt buckle stops her in her tracks.
Naturally, my hands immediately land there to fumble with it. But she stops me, to my dismay.
“You’re so impatient.” She smirks up at me, tugging the buckle free.
“I’m fucking dying. I’ve been wanting you like this for weeks.”
“And now that you’ve got me, don’t you want to take your time?” Her thumb kicks open the button on my jeans, and the sound of a metal zipper fills the silent room. “You got me off so many times tonight. Let me reward you.”
Fuck, I don’t even need to know what she means by that—I want it.
Her fingers curl around the waistband of my jeans, pulling and shimmying, only accepting help in the form of a slight lift of my hips.
And I can’t help but reach down to give my dick one quick stroke through the thin cotton of my boxer briefs, earning a teasing smack on the back of the hand from Whit.
“God, you’re bossy.” I tuck my forearm under the back of my skull, propping it up so I can watch her.
Watch the way her hair falls to curtain one side of her face, and the brazen look in her eye when she takes my underwear by the elastic waist, repeating the same movements as she did with my pants. “It’s so fucking hot.”
My heavy cock bobs between us, throbbing and smearing pre-cum across my lower stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” Whit says. Nobody’s called me beautiful before—handsome, cute, maybe even hot, but not beautiful. Fuck if it doesn’t make me blush.
Her silky hands skitter over my stomach, making it tense and flex. “Are you going to be good for me tonight? Let me treat you?”
I’m going to tear the skin right off my lips with the way I keep biting them to stay quiet, nodding eagerly.
“Good boy,” she purrs.
Whit shuffles, making herself comfortable between my legs, and presses a soft kiss to my knee.
I swallow, giving in to the warmth of her hands spreading my thighs wider across the bed.
Purely innocent, though insanely carnal, kisses trail a few inches up my inner thigh.
She moves to the left leg, repeating the sensual torment.
The drag of her bottom lip carries higher, nearly reaching my balls. My groin tightens. I’m fucking dying for some relief. Agony and pleasure are so wound together there’s no way to tease them apart.
My fingers sift through her hair. She smacks me for touching myself, but I need to do something with my hands.
A rush of cool air floods the space when she pushes up to look at me, tutting like I’ve done something wrong. “No touching, okay? Let me give you what you gave me.”
Did I give her maddening, devastating torture without realizing?
Whit’s tongue flickers along the crease of my groin. Right side. Left side. Ignoring what’s in between. My cock leaps, smacking against my stomach. I want to touch it. Touch her. Get involved in some way.
With a slow, wandering drag of her tongue, she laps at the sensitive skin of my groin, the heat of her breath tightening my balls. Her dainty fingers massage the space behind, a part of my body I don’t think anyone’s ever touched before, and the jolts of pleasure force my knees further apart.
“Whit,” I whimper, swallowing the pooled saliva at the back of my throat.
Punishment or reward, I’m no longer sure.
When she finally slides up the seam of my balls, I chomp down on my lip to keep from shouting. The straight line continues up my shaft to swirl around the deep groove, then she pulls the entire crown into her mouth and sucks—hard. So fucking hard, I almost blow.
“Oh God. F-fuck,” I stammer and pant and tremble against the mattress, my hand knotted so tight in her sheets we’ll likely need to cut them off later.
Her soft tongue circles around and around, cleaning my sticky mess before sucking me in deep. Filling her hot mouth with every inch of my cock. My back peels off the bed, a pained, gravelly groan set free into the thick air.
“Let me touch you. It’s all I want. You gotta let—”
Whit pulls away with a resounding pop and a release of pressure that sends fire through my veins, ravaging my entire body. Then she looks up at me through dark eyelashes, using a hand to ensure all her hair’s falling to one side. “You want to touch me?”
I lick my lips, the roll of my hips making my rock-hard dick cut through the cool air.
“So fucking badly.” My voice is wrecked. “Please, honey. You said this is my reward, right? Please let touching you be my reward.”
With one hand dragging slow strokes over my cock, she unravels my hand from the sheets with the other. And she guides my touch down my own stomach, over the dampness of my cock, and between her legs. She’s all heat and slick wetness. And my fingers slip inside her tight pussy with ease.
I tilt my head to the side to moan into and bite at my own bicep, letting out a barely audible, “Holy hell, thank you.”
Whit is so fucking perfect, I’ll continue to beg every day for the rest of my life to touch her. I’m desperate. A lost cause. So infatuated with this woman, I’d give up everything to hear her panting breath as she comes undone.
Whit pulls her dress overhead, finally freeing the tits I’ve been imagining for too long.
They’re teardrop shaped and heavy against her rib cage, and I yank my hand free from behind my head so I can feel the weight of one in my palm.
In the open air, her light brown nipples quickly harden to small, pebbled buds that slip perfectly between my fingers.
The slightest pinch has her pussy clenching.
Every sensual curve of her body, every freckle, every scar, every dimple in her skin. It’s like I’m staring at an actual angel, radiating light.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” I stare up at the woman of my dreams.
Pretty doesn’t feel big enough.
But how can I begin to explain the way looking at her is like taking the deepest breath of mountain air with the warmth of the sun on my face? I guess I could say that; I could tell Whit that the sight of her is better than the best summer day.
“My boobs are…I don’t know.” She crinkles her nose, looking down at where I’m massaging her. She laughs under her breath. “Worn out.”
“Fucking perfect. That’s what they are—you are.”
Where she’s been all my life, I don’t know. But tonight she’s mine. And I intend to keep it that way forever.
Her breath hitches when I slowly pull my hand from her pussy and slip my soaked fingers into my mouth.
The taste of her overwhelms my senses, and I moan as I suck my skin clean.
I sit halfway up, flames zipping across my abdomen, and hold her tits together in my hands so I can lick both nipples at the same time.
With a gasp, her head lists forward, and she tightens her fingers around my cock, inching herself closer to it.
I’m happily suffocating against the warmth of her chest, sucking and licking and kissing her nipples with frantic need, when I feel the slick heat of her pussy lips hug the length of my cock.
All the air punched from my lungs, I curl into her with a raspy, “Oh my God.”
She teases the both of us until we’re panting in sync, whimpers and heavy, wanton breathing the only sounds. Her pussy lips wrapped around my cock. The tight squeeze of dainty fingers at the base. The frenzied rub of my cock head against her clit. She uses me like a toy.
I’m fucking aching, my dick’s all reddish-purple and angry looking, tender to the touch, and in desperate need of relief.