Chapter 14
Silas
Her words died in her throat when my tongue came in contact with her nipple, swirling around her. “What was that?” I mouthed around her, rolling her other peak between my thumb and my forefinger. “Did you have something you wanted to say, little menace?”
“Took you long enough,” she breathed, arching her back. “Now if only you would—”
I cut her off again, closing my lips around her nipple and sucking the tip into my mouth. She wriggled beneath me as I took another long pull.
Colette’s hand slipped from my hair and over her stomach — I caught her wrist before she could make it too far. “No, Colette. You wanted this, and you’ll have to wait for it.”
“Fuck you.”
“I thought that was the plan?” I grinned — I had her exactly where I’d told myself I hadn’t wanted her.
I rolled my hips, just a touch, just enough to let my cock press against the warm, wet spot between her legs… angling it just so…
She hissed beneath me, fingers scrabbling against my arms. “Take this off,” she demanded, pulling at the sleeves of my sweater.
“You first,” nodding towards my other sweater that lay bunched around her neck.
She glared at me, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. But, shockingly, she did as I asked, shrugging out of the sweater and tossing it aside. Her bare breasts were flushed and swollen, nipples stiff peaks begging for my mouth.
I leaned down to capture one between my lips again, sucking hard as I ground my hips against hers. The friction was exquisite, even through the fabric of our clothes. She moaned beneath me, her fingers digging into my biceps.
“Please,” she whimpered, arching up to meet my thrusts. “I need… I need more.”
“Soon,” I promised, switching to her other breast. I bit down gently on her nipple, soothing the sting with my tongue. My hand snaked between us to cup her through her pants, feeling the wet, warm heat of her core.
She bucked against my palm, chasing the pressure. I obliged, just a little, by rubbing firm circles over her clit.
Colette's eyes fluttered shut, hips rolling instinctively against mine. I knew she could feel the hard length of me pressing against her, teasing her with what she truly craved.
“More,” she demanded, her fingers curling into my arms. “I need to feel you, all of you.”
Her hands scrabbled at my sweater, tugging impatiently. I sat back just enough to pull it off over my head, tossing it aside carelessly. Her hooded gaze raked over my chest hungrily, her touch following suit as she explored the planes and valleys of my torso.
Pulling me down, she pressed open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and up the column of my throat. Her teeth grazed my pulse point before sucking firmly. I groaned at the sensation, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
I groaned as her teeth sank into my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.
Her hands continued to roam my chest, fingers tracing the ridges of my abs before dipping lower, teasing the waistband of my pants.
I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as I gazed down at her flushed face and heaving chest. “Slow down, little menace,” I murmured, not even bothering to feel embarrassed with how husky my voice was with desire. “We're doing this my way, remember?”
She pouted, but the fire in her eyes never dimmed. “Then hurry up and fuck me already,” she demanded, lifting her hips to grind against the bulge in my pants.
I chuckled darkly, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. “Patience,” I breathed against her mouth, my free hand sliding down her side to hook beneath her knee.
I lifted her leg, opening her up further as I ground my hips against hers. The friction was exquisite, even through the layers of fabric. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue dancing with mine as she kissed me back fiercely.
My hand slid from her knee to her thigh, squeezing the firm muscle before dipping between her legs. I cupped her core, feeling the heat and dampness even through her underwear. She gasped, breaking the kiss to throw her head back.
“Touch me, Silas,” she begged, rolling her hips against my palm. “Please, I need your fingers inside me.”
I was too far gone — I obliged quickly, pushing aside the wet lace to find her slick cunt, just waiting for me.
She was so wet, so ready for me. I circled her clit with the pad of my finger, teasing her mercilessly as I continued to rut against her.
“Is this what that moronic ex of yours used to do?” I asked snidely, my fingers still circling her clit. “Did he make you feel this good, Colette? Did he know just how to touch you?”
She shook her head frantically, her nails digging into my shoulders. “No,” she gasped out, “never like this. Never so… oh god…” Her words trailed off into a moan as I pressed two fingers inside her, curling them against her walls.
“No boy could make you feel this way,” I panted as her hips jerked against my hand as I thrust my fingers deeper, thumb continuing its assault on her clit. “That's right,” I murmured against her neck, “only I can make you scream like this. Only I can give you what you need.”
I leaned down, capturing one of her peaked nipples between my teeth. I bit down gently, soothing the sting with my tongue before sucking her into my mouth. Colette cried out, her back arching off the bed as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her.
My free hand came up to knead her other breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I pinched lightly, tugging as I sucked harder on its twin.
Her hips bucked wildly against me, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers.
“Fuck, Silas,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and holding me against her chest. “Don't stop…”
I had no intention of stopping. I switched to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as I slipped a third finger inside her. She was so tight, so wet… so perfect.
I felt a tingling at the base of my spine, my balls tightening as Colette's walls fluttered around my fingers. I thrust harder, faster, chasing my release.
“Come with me,” I growled against her breast, biting down on her nipple as I curled my fingers deep inside her.
I removed them quickly, pulling a restrained noise from her throat. Adjusting my angle, I drove my covered dick against her soaking core, the blunt head of my cock thrusting against her swollen clit.
“Now.” I demanded, tugging her nipple between my teeth once more.
She shattered with a scream, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
The sound… the sight pushed me over the edge and I followed her, coming with a groan, spilling into my pants as I rutted against her helplessly.
My hips jerked erratically as I emptied myself, the warmth spreading through the fabric and soaking into Colette's skin.
I collapsed on top of her, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Her fingers were still curled in my hair, holding me steady as the shocks wracked both of our bodies.
“Did you just…”
“Shut up, Colette.”
Her laugh was breathless, delighted, wicked. “Oh my god, you did. You actually—”
“Don’t.” I dragged a hand down my face, trying to gather some semblance of dignity. It was gone.
Dead.
Buried in the snow outside.
“Do not finish that sentence.”
She bit her lip, eyes dancing. “Wow. I mean, I knew I was talented, but that’s—”
“Colette.”
She just giggled harder. “No wonder you’re always writing tragic love stories. You’ve got issues.”
“I swear—”
“What?” she teased. “You gonna write me out of the next chapter?”
I turned my head to glare at her, which only made her grin widen. There was a dimple in her cheek, bright as sin.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I am not.”
“You so are,” she whispered, leaning close enough for her breath to ghost across my jaw. “It’s kind of adorable.”
I groaned, rolling onto my back and throwing an arm over my eyes. “Remind me to hide the typewriter before you touch it again.”
“Why?” she asked innocently. “Afraid I’ll make it — what’s the word? — jam?”
That earned her a strangled noise and a pillow to the face. She only laughed harder, warm and wild and victorious. I sat up, or at least tried to. My limbs felt heavy, blankets sticking to my skin, and every part of me screamed for distance even as my body leaned instinctively back toward her.
“Alright,” I muttered, half-to-myself. “We’re going to pretend that didn’t happen.”
She propped herself on an elbow, chin in hand. “What part? The groaning, or the—”
“Colette.”
“—coming in your pants.”
With another giggle, she held up both hands in mock surrender, eyes sparkling. “Fine, fine. Total blackout. Never happened. You’re a gentleman. Always in control.”
“Exactly.”
She tilted her head, grin widening. “Unless you’re not.”
I groaned, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m never inviting you anywhere again.”
“You didn’t invite me here.” She nudged my knee with hers, soft and smug. “In fact… I’m pretty sure I asked you to snuggle up with me, Reed.”
I met her gaze then — really met it — and the air changed. The teasing went quiet at the edges, all that laughter melting into something slower, more dangerous. “Yeah,” I said finally, voice low. “That’s the problem.”