Whit #2
Colt plunges two fingers deep inside me, a smirk cropping up on his lips as his free hand springs to grab my ankle just before my foot slips off the counter’s edge.
“He’d rather go with some dumb friend he sees every day at school?” Alex scoffs. “I doubt it. I bet if he wanted to go with Colt, you’d be all over it.”
All over Colt? Absolutely.
“If he wanted to go with you, I’d be fine with that. He doesn’t. Fuck.” Oops. That last word wasn’t for Alex. Colt’s suddenly bent over, flicking his tongue on my sensitive clit, and I’m ready for this phone call to be over. “I’ve gotta go.”
Colt stops, looking up at me with a firm shake of his head and silently mouthing with an exaggerated flourish: tell him off.
“This is still about him running away to my house, isn’t it? You’re pissed off at me and you’re punishing me because of it.”
“It’s his choice and you need to respect that. Remember?” I throw his words back in his face.
My fingers rake through Colt’s hair, gripping at the root to pull him back between my thighs, guiding his mouth to the place I need him.
Flattening his tongue, he laps up the arousal gathered between my pussy lips with a heated moan.
My hands cramp with the intense hold I have on him, rocking and grinding my hips to feel his soft wet tongue everywhere.
“I always—”
“You always what? Y-you always—fucking hell—you let him down.” I give up trying to prop myself upright, releasing my hold on Colt’s head to flop back against the cold, hard surface.
My chest heaves, and I run a hand through my own hair, every nerve ending in my body tingling with desperation.
“If you want to be in his life, you do it on his terms.”
With Colt’s tongue on my skin, drawing circles and lines, the Earth turns a little faster on its axis.
I battle the fog, trying to find the words I’ve rehearsed a million times.
The speech I’d give Alex once I finally found the courage to set boundaries.
And for once, I feel equipped to not only set them, but stick with them.
Colt’s fingers drive deep inside my pussy, urging me toward the edge of both the counter and my sanity with his firm come hither movements. I bite my bottom lip until the raw taste of iron floods my mouth.
Alex spits, “I’m his father.”
“Then act like one. Goddamn it.” I slap a palm against the counter when Colt picks up the tempo. “Quit being a complete…deadbeat for—fuuucking—once in your life.”
With blood on the tip of my tongue, and inching close to the brink of orgasm, I can’t be bothered to find a fuck to give about Alex. I want this conversation to be over so I can get back to the only man I care about.
Something grows in my core, decadent and warm, with every breath across my skin. A moan rattles its way up from my chest, and I quickly yank the phone away from my face. Whatever Alex says in response, I don’t hear. I’m so close I find my back bowing and my toes curling until every muscle cramps.
“Show up…” I inhale sharply. “Consistently.” I swallow hard, glancing down at the dark head of hair between my thighs. “On his terms.” My exhale’s ragged. “Or stay the fuck”—I dig my nails into the plump flesh of my upper thigh—“away from us…forever. We don’t need you or fucking want you, Alex.”
“Why are you so out of breath?” he asks.
“Oh…” My sweaty back streaks across the smooth surface. It wasn’t the eloquent speech I had planned, but my brain’s gone too hazy to continue. “Just…uh…fuck. I have to…to…”
An orgasm takes hold, with Colt’s fingers dragging slow and deep against my inner walls, and his hot tongue flickering over my oversensitive bundle of nerves. I drop the phone, wanting to forget everything about the man on the other end, and let Colt unravel me. Reward me.
Everything tightens, my thighs threatening to suffocate him, and he doesn’t let up until I’m crying out. Colt brings me to the peak, and the realization that I’m falling in love with him levels me more than the explosive orgasm.
“He hung up.” Colt pushes the phone farther away from us. “How do you feel?”
“Relieved. So fucking relieved.” The backs of my knuckles run over his cheek. “And a little bit like I can conquer the world.”
“Make the world your bitch, Mama. Burn that shit down.” His grip finds its way to my hips, digging into my skin like he’s grounding himself. His voice drops, rough and full of heat, making my pulse stutter. “Just let me be the one stoking that fire of yours.”
His cock slaps against my pussy, once, twice, then three times. He hasn’t stoked the fire. He’s thrown a Molotov cocktail on it.
I hitch my ankle behind him, spurring him in the ass with my heel, dragging his body closer to mine.
And when he slides back inside me, I breathe in the Colt- and sex-scented air and tumble into blissful oblivion.
He rocks into me, and it’s not long before my hands wander the counter searching for something to hang on to.
My weary body somehow finds the energy to thrash under him, dangerously close to combustion.
“You’re almost there again, aren’t you, honey? Fuck, I love seeing you let go like this.”
With his cock slamming into me and his fingers working my clit like it’s their full-time job, he slings his free forearm across my lower stomach. I’m pinned and crawling out of my skin under the even weight of his arm.
“I’m…I’m…please don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.
” Holding nothing back, I tremble and moan, and that only fuels him.
The pumps are erratic, fingers frenetic, and curse words fly from my mouth on gasping breaths.
A wave rolls over my writhing body, pulling me out to the undertow, and a rush of cum pools on the counter below me.
The sexiest sob escapes Colt’s tight lips, and he pummels his cock into me. “Fucking…God. Your cum just splashed all over my cock. I can’t…Fuck, honey. Thank you, holy fuck. I lo—”
My body reacts before my brain has the chance to—hurtling upward to kiss him mid-thrust and mid-confession.
He pulls most of the way out, reaching down to stroke a palm over his shiny cock.
His hips move in rapid, small circles, dragging no more than the first inch in and out.
And within seconds, he’s whimpering into my ear while we both stare down at thick, creamy cum leaking out around the deeply grooved crown.
Cum streams down the throbbing, dark veins along his shaft and pools in the taut ridges of his balls.
Shaking, he pulls the rest of the way out, slipping the tip around through his mess and sliding it back inside with one last choked sound.
“Incredible,” I gasp. It doesn’t feel fitting. But to my knowledge, no word accurately describes the way I feel about him. “You’re…I…”
Where my ability to form sentences has gone, I’m not sure. Likely lost somewhere in the hurricane that just ravaged me. Kissing him will have to do.
His lips taste like me. I want him to taste like mine—be mine—forever.
Fingertips skimming his jawline, I tense at the piercing alarm coming from my phone, signaling that my break is nearly over. A quick lunch date sounded perfect in theory, but I’m not sure how I can be expected to drag my ass back upstairs and do anything productive now.
“That went by too fast.” He pecks my lips between each word, then bumps his forehead into mine. “Time to go burn the world down.”
“Give me a couple minutes.” I give him a dopey smile. Nap first, then conquer the world…or at least conquer my email inbox. I gesture toward his softening cock. “That thing’s dangerous. I’m not sure my legs work anymore.”
“I’m dangerous? You almost took my head clean off with these.” His hands running over my thighs make me shiver. “What a fucking way that would be to go, though. I wouldn’t be mad about it…. Guess if I’m dead, I can’t be mad anyway.”
He thinks on it for a second, his mustache rocking side to side with the twitch of his lips. “I’d say I wouldn’t come back and haunt you, but I would. Give you good ghost dicking and scare away any men you brought around.”
My laugh quickly turns into a resolute sigh. “Okay, I should go back to work.”
“I miss you already.” His puppy dog eyes rival Betty’s.
“You’re really not making this easier.” I slide my ass off the counter, letting him catch me. Like a baby animal, I’m wobbly for the first few seconds, and blood rushing to my skull has my vision blurry. Once I have my bearings, I kiss him.
“I’ll clean up the…” He waves vaguely at the counter. More specifically, at the still-wet mess smeared across it. “Get back to work, Mama.”
“You’re gonna FaceTime me tonight?” My voice comes out with more of a pleading tone than I expected.
He smirks, already heading for the paper towel dispenser. “Fuck, you really are a horndog, aren’t you?”
“I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon replaying this while I pretend to do my job. I can pretty confidently say I’ll need more enjoyment tonight.”
“Once again…I’d like to throat-punch Alex—though, you kinda did that today, you fucking badass. But damn it if I don’t also want to shake his hand for being such a fuckup. Preferably with the hand I just finger-fucked you with, so I can be half the boss-ass bitch you were.”
I really could love this man.
We share one last longing look on my slow walk toward the staircase. Before I start upstairs, he winks at me and the organ in my chest does a backflip. How ironic that I feel most alive when he’s making my heart skip a beat.
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Days later, I’m celebrating making it through the first two weeks of school with zero incidents. If there was ever something that demanded wine, it’s that.
Plus, it’s a Saturday, the sun is shining, my sister is here, and Jonas is at the ranch with Colt. Genuinely, I don’t know how things can possibly get better than this.