Chapter 29 Stella #2
“I already told her I would, so I think I have to,” he retorts, a corner of his mouth tilting up. I crawl up to him, letting him wrap his big arms around me.
“I’m sorry she roped you into another trip,” I offer.
“You want the truth?” he asks.
“Always.”
“I want to go. I don’t remember a Christmas without my dad. At least this way, it feels like I have plans of my own rather than crashing the Warrens’ holiday.”
“Colt, you know they don’t see it that way,” I remind him.
“I know, but my brain still thinks of it that way.”
I trace a hand up the side of his jaw. “As long as you’re okay with it, I’m glad you’re going.”
“I’m more than okay with it.” He leans forward and kisses me with lazy, relaxed caresses of his lips against mine.
“Hey,” he says suddenly, pulling back a fraction. “Do you know what today is?” he asks.
My brows furrow, trying to think. “Saturday?” I ask, not sure where this is going.
The look he gives me is pure sin. “My three weeks are up today. Care for some ‘strenuous activity’ this morning?”
The grin that spreads across my face is as wicked as his. The thought of him touching my body, of all the anticipation I’ve had leading up to this moment, makes lightning shoot straight to my core. But, still, I’m hesitant.
“We should be careful,” I whisper. “You might need to be cleared by the doctor.”
“I’m not going to ask the doctor when I’m allowed to eat your pussy again, Stella.
That would be insensitive.” He presses up onto his arms, hovering himself over me.
Open-mouthed kisses make their way across my jaw, down the side of my neck.
He takes the lobe of my ear in between his teeth, pulling a gasp from my lips.
His crass words, the feel of his weight pressing down on me deliciously, the all-encompassing presence of him, of my Colt, is enough to make moisture seep through my thin panties. I want him. Now. Badly.
A hand dips under the fabric of my—his—oversized shirt, finding my bare breast and rubbing a nipple between two fingers.
He lifts the shirt, exposing me, and takes the other nipple into his mouth while he continues to play with the first.
The way his hot mouth feels surrounding the tight bud, pulling gently with his teeth, sends shockwaves of pleasure down to my very center.
“Colt,” I say, having nothing else to add. I’m simply overwhelmed by him, and his name is always on my lips, in my thoughts.
He squeezes my breast in a strong grasp, groping me, feeling me as if he can’t get enough. He sucks and bites, and I know he’s going to leave a mark. He loves to mark me as his.
When my breasts have been thoroughly loved, he trails down my abdomen with his tongue, stopping at the apex of my thighs.
“Stella, are-are you okay with this?” he asks, suddenly unsure.
I’m so startled by the question that I sit up, thinking something must be wrong, but everything looks fine. He looks fine, if a little shy. He’s settled between my legs, waiting for me to respond, and it dawns on me.
For him, this is like our first time, and I’m taken back to our conversation in the hot tub. He feels like an imposter.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, Colton Crosby,” I reply, hoping to convey how badly I want him—both with my words and my eyes.
My answer satisfies him, and he pulls my wet underwear down my legs, taking a long look at me bared before him. The smirk that breaks out on his face sends my heart racing a hundred miles per hour.
He all but pounces on me, drawing the flat of his tongue up the center of me, groaning as he gets a taste of my arousal.
“God, Stell, you taste even better than I imagined,” he rasps, going in again.
I fall back on the pillows, letting my thighs fall open farther. He circles my clit with his tongue, going torturously slow. I missed this—missed him. His cocky grin, his sinful groans, his confidence knowing he can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll love every minute of it.
He slips a finger inside me, gently teasing with the lightest pressure. I arch my back, begging for more. He adds another long finger, pumping in and out while he increases the pace of his tongue on my overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
Colt bites, sucks, fucks me with his mouth. The feel of him after so long sends me closer and closer to orgasm faster than it should. My toes curl as Colt holds his pace, not changing what he’s doing as he feels my inner walls tightening around his hand.
I let out a gasp followed by a moan as orgasm takes over. My body jerks, legs quivering, and Colt doesn’t slow down. He wrings every ounce of pleasure out of me.
When I finally stop shaking, he kisses the inside of my thigh and climbs up my body.
Removing my sleep shirt all the way from my shoulders, he bends down and kisses me, hard.
The taste of myself on his lips brings back memories of the last time we were together; if only it brought them back for him as well.
His erection presses between my legs, only the fabric of his shorts separating us. Grinding against me, he gasps into my lips.
“Fuck. Stella. I—I want to…” he doesn’t finish his thought, instead capturing my lips again.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Whatever you want, I want it, too.” He grips my waist so tight I can feel the marks being left behind, and I relish in them. “Do whatever you want. I like it when you let go, remember?”
My words seem to awaken something primal in him. His dark eyes meet mine, and he nods. He remembers.
“Halloween,” he breathes.
“Yes, Halloween. And many times after,” I say, pulling him back down to my mouth. He fumbles to remove his shorts as he comes back with twice the energy he had before.
“I don’t have a condom here,” he suddenly realizes, freezing.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. We don’t need it—”
The thought of going bare must get him off because he groans and flips me onto my stomach before I can even finish my sentence.
The head of his cock nudges between my ass cheeks as he coats himself in my wetness.
“God, I’m gonna fill you up,” he rasps in my ear, biting the crook of my neck. “I’m going to fuck you so good, neither of us will ever forget it. This pretty pussy is mine.”
He thrusts forward, sliding into me inch by inch. Another moan escapes me as he stretches me, feeling like the world—our world—that had been turned upside down is now falling back into place.
He pushes and pushes, until finally he bottoms out inside of me. Colt stays there for a long moment, his body compressing mine every time he takes a breath. Finally, he starts to move. Pulling out to the tip and slamming in again. Over and over, building up speed.
His hands move to my hips, and he pulls my back end up so that we’re both on our knees, doggy style, never once losing his rhythm.
“Fuck, Stell, you feel so good. So tight and wet.” He pounds into me harder, with more leverage this way. A firm smack catches me by surprise as he spanks a hand down on one side of my ass, the sting causing a fresh wave of moisture to flow through me and my muscles to clench around his large dick.
He rubs his hand over the red mark he undoubtedly left, soothing the skin before spanking me again. “You take me so good, sweetheart. If only you could see how pretty you look with my dick inside you.”
His words—his naughty, naughty words—have me on the verge of coming again. This is Colt, the real Colt. Not the self-conscious, anxious version of himself he’s been the last few weeks. He’s slowly coming back to himself, back to me.
Reaching forward, he wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me up so that my back is pressed against his chest.
The pressure he applies makes my heart rate speed up, causing everything, every sensation, to be heightened. He thrusts into me faster, harder, holding me to him in an inescapable embrace.
He drags his teeth over my neck again, sending electricity rushing down my spine. “Where do you want me to come, Stella?”
I don’t respond to his question right away; the only noises I’m currently capable of making are soft whimpers as the head of his cock pounds all the way up against my cervix.
“Tell me, Stella. Tell me where you want my cum,” he commands, never slowing.
“Inside me. I want you to come in me,” I pant, barely sure if I uttered coherent words.
My answer must’ve been good enough for him because he reaches down with the hand that isn’t on my throat and rubs my clit, bringing me to another climax while he presses up into me and groans so loudly, I know the whole house must’ve heard.
He bites down on my shoulder to quiet himself, but it’s no use because when I feel the hot rush of him spilling into me, I go over the edge just as loudly.
He releases his hold on me, lowering me back onto the bed. The surge of wetness that leaks between my thighs as he pulls out has my stomach somersaulting. I’ve never let anyone come inside of me before, and I liked it way more than I should’ve.
Colt doesn’t move, and I can feel him watching the mixture of us drip down my legs. After a minute, he goes, reluctantly, to get a towel and clean me up.
He comes back and cuddles up next to me under the blankets, not bothering to put any clothes back on.
Colt lets out a relieved sort of laugh. “What?” I ask, not sure what’s so funny.
“Nothing, I just…I feel like that was…illuminating? That might not be the right word,” he attempts.
“‘Illuminating’ as in you realized you have a breeding kink?” I tease.
“Bold words from the exhibitionist,” he shoots back, causing my eyes to widen.
“You remembered that, too? The couch?” I ask, forgetting about teasing him. “How much do you think you remember now? How much has been coming back?”
“I don’t know, maybe thirty percent? They seem to be coming back more frequently, now.” Colt’s answer comes hesitantly, as if saying it aloud will somehow make the memories disappear again.
“And they’ll keep coming back,” I assure him, resting my head on his chest.