Colt #2
“Fuck. Please just…just let me put it in, only for a second.” I look down to watch her grind against my hard cock as if she’s reliving the night after the bar.
When the head of my cock presses to her clit, more pre-cum drips onto my stomach, and I’m ready to bargain my life away so I can end this misery.
“I’m begging. I need something before I bust. Just the tip. Or suck it again. Anything.”
“Oh, is this too much for you? Feels too good?”
My nod is aggressive and pathetic, and I don’t care.
The tip slips inside during one of her slow, taunting drags. Pleasure builds instantly, charging through my veins. In a panic, I toss my hand over my mouth to prevent a loud moan from barreling from my chest.
We’re frozen, the head of my cock on the receiving end of her contracting muscles, working to milk me fucking dry before I’ve even had the chance to sink into her.
Whit slips a little deeper with a frustrated rasp. “Sorry, I…just the tip is harder than I thought.”
When she lifts back up, I fist my shaft and my fingers stroke where our bodies connect.
“Honey, I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m—holy fuck—I’m going fucking crazy here.”
“You can say no.” Whit brushes her pinky over my eyebrow. “But do you want your reward to be fucking me bare?”
My eyes must look crazy, because Whit immediately lifts off me, and the cold breeze that follows sends a tremor to wrack my entire body.
“W-wait.” Sitting up, I grab hold of her wrist before she can crawl across the bed to her nightstand. “If you’re…if you want to. I haven’t been with anybody in…” My cheeks heat. “If you’re on birth control…”
Her nostrils flare. Her teeth tug on her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, you won’t knock me up.”
“Then come here.” I pull at her wrist, urging her back to me.
She prowls toward me, once again taking up residence between my thighs. Honestly, that’s her real estate now. She owns every part of me.
I get into a crunch position to hold her flushed face in my palms, kissing her slow and deep.
Her hips roll and lift above me like an ocean’s waves.
She’s becoming desperate, panting and clawing at my chest, and her lush green eyes, blown out with lust, lock on mine.
I push a haphazard lock of hair away from her forehead.
My cock nudges her entrance, coating itself in her wetness again, and Whit slides inch by inch down the length of me.
We trap each other’s moans with a kiss, and a ripple of tension moves over my aching balls. My fingers catch in her hair, and I rock up into her with a ragged exhale. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.
She straightens her back, grinding her wet pussy on my lap, keeping a tight grip on my cock. Her hair falls around her shoulders, and it looks gold-flecked in the soft glow of her lamp. And goddamn, the bouncing of her full tits. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Holding tight to either side of my waist for balance, she lifts and slams back down into my pelvis.
“Shi—fuck, oh my G—”
Whit slams a hand over my stammering mouth and blows heavy exhales from flared nostrils.
Trapped under her palm, I struggle to mumble, “Honey, fu—I’m gonna come.”
Whit leans in close to my ear. “Know what would be even better? Don’t come.”
Clutching handfuls of her perfect ass to guide her up and down on my lap, I whine, “How is that better than coming?”
The hurricane in my balls slows when she raises her hips, and my cock slips out entirely. Cold and lonely, it flops against my stomach. So unbelievably hard it reaches to my belly button, painting our combined arousal across my skin.
“Whit,” I grit out.
I grab my dick, jacking it as she watches with a smirk. Fuck whatever her evil intentions are, I need to come more than I need air.
“Shhh.” Her sharp claws bite the back of my hand. “I thought it might be fun for you to try and delay it a bit.”
“What the fuck is fun about that?” I whisper back, more of a hiss than anything. But my hand stills, because what do I have to lose? Aside from my balls, I guess, since they’ll turn blue and probably fall off if I don’t deal with the agonizing fire in my veins.
She drags her tongue along the coarse stubble of my jaw. “When I finally let you come, it’ll be the best orgasm of your life.”
I gulp. Fear and excitement hum through me.
And I breathe out the word, “Okay.”
She slinks down my body, planting open-mouth kisses on my flushed skin, then takes me into her wet mouth.
My toes curl, scorching fire up the arches, and my sweat-dampened back unsticks from the fabric below me.
I nearly levitate off the bed. Anything—even her soft sheets—is too much sensation for my nerves right now.
Delirious, I pull one of her pillows to my face and mutter so many curses into it I might literally be casting a levitation spell.
With an indulgent lapping of her tongue up the length of my shaft, Whit moans softly at the back of her throat.
“Told you I’d wait until I could taste myself on your cock. So much better this way.” She licks her lips, staring up at me with those giant green eyes.
How did I get so lucky?
I lose track of time, and the ability to feel any of my muscles or see anything but stars, with her teasing. She brings me so close to the edge, my balls stiffen, cock writhing in her hands, then she lets me down. Over and over.
You know what they say about nice guys finishing last? Yeah, it’s because Whit Hart edges them until they’re on the verge of tears first.
“Please, honey.” I gasp at the feel of her wet pussy taunting me once again. This time, based on her panting breaths, she’s teasing herself, too. The tip of my cock nudges her clit, and I try my hand at begging one more time. “Please, Whit. Fuck, I can’t take any more.”
Rolling her lips together, she nods. Sweat’s beading along her hairline, and she wipes it away with arousal-coated fingers. When Whit leans down to kiss me, I wrap my arms around her and roll, pinning her slender body beneath me with a smug smirk.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers with a wiggle of her hips.
And when my cock sinks deep inside her, filling her to the hilt, my mind splinters into a million pieces.
Overwhelmed with pleasure and chasing my own much-needed orgasm, I almost forget the most important part.
I may not have a hundred women under my belt (or is it notched in my belt?), but I know I need to satisfy my girl.
With one hand slinging her left leg up onto my shoulder, the other finds her clit. My middle finger swishes over the delicate, swollen area until she’s clutching at my ass. No doubt drawing blood. Leaving bruises.
I throw my head back with a hoarse moan, driving into her furiously. There’s nothing but the sound of my balls smacking against her skin, and her rasping cries muffled by her pillow, and my heavy breathing. And the best goddamn sex of my entire life.
“Whit, honey.” I don’t care how desperate I sound. I am desperate. “Tell me I can come. Please. Please let me.”
“Not until after you make me come again.”
Oh God, when will that be? I don’t know if I can la—
Her pussy clenching around me as an orgasm builds has me doubling over.
The ache between my legs spreads down my thighs, and my fingers pick up the pace on her clit until her legs are trembling and she tosses the pillow aside to stare into my soul.
Her hair’s splayed across the bed, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
Whit falls apart underneath me, her entire body trembling and writhing as she shatters.
And I don’t know what comes over me, but I say, “Tell me I can come in you.”
She blinks at me, eyes becoming glassy.
“Please, I—God, I want to feel your perfect pussy milking every last drop of cum I have in me.” I adjust my grip on her hips, pulling her to meet me as much as I’m thrusting to fill her.
It’s so fucking close. The arousal heating my spine has me wanting to scream.
“I’ve been such a good boy, not coming until you tell me I can. Please let me have this.”
Her ankle slips from its divot on my shoulder, and before I can catch it, she’s combing her fingers through my hair and pulling my face close to hers.
With a wild look in her eye, she hooks her legs around my hips and whispers, “Fill me with your fucking cum, Colt. Give it all to me.”
That’s all it takes. She catches my roaring moan in her mouth, and I pump into her tight cunt with a ferocity I’ve never known, until I’m spilling so fucking deep inside her, it’s probably a straight shot into her uterus.
Honestly, some twisted part of me hopes that’s the case. Worked out well enough for my buddy, Red, to knock his dream girl up and convince her to fall in love with him later. The image of Whit’s belly rounded with my baby, making love to her every night…fuck. That would be a dream come true.
“I’ve never…” I lower myself so I’m propped up on my elbows, sweaty forehead resting against hers. “I’ve never come so hard before.”
“Told you so.” Her eyes are hooded and drowsy.
“You can tell me what to do anytime.”
“Careful what you wish for.”
Without pulling out, I hold on to Whit until our breathing has turned shallow and calm, and I realize I’m still rocking against her like small waves lapping on a lakeshore.
At this point, the small jolts of pleasure are almost relaxing.
By the time I slide out of her, we’re both on the verge of falling asleep.
Taking her hand, I guide her to the ensuite bathroom, and we enjoy a luxurious, soapy shower together.
I hold her in my arms, wash her delicately with a vanilla-scented body wash that further softens the edges of my vision.
And we tumble into bed with a loose promise that I’ll disappear before Jonas wakes up, neither of us wanting to spend the night apart.