13. Molly
Chapter 13
Molly
I ’d never done any drugs other than a few puffs of weed and booze in college, but I was pretty sure that I was high. All through dinner and during Hunter’s bedtime routine, I was high. High on hazy orgasms given to me by a slightly grouchy cowboy with magical hands and a sinful mouth. I was so high on lust that I laughed all the way through Hunter’s reluctant bath after a day spent frolicking outdoors, and I gave in and read him two stories until he fell asleep.
Even now, an hour after his bedtime, I was too amped up to sleep. It was because of that short nap I’d taken earlier, or maybe it was from how I woke up from that nap. Colton was there in my dreams, and I took what I wanted from him because it was my fantasy, and I was the author of it, right? Only it wasn’t just a dream; it was the man himself, and I’d come just from a little dry humping. And then from having his fingers inside me.
I should’ve been embarrassed by all of it, but all I felt was aroused. Still aroused and ready for…more. I wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not because he disappeared shortly after he emerged from my room, and he hadn’t said anything. I decided to curl up on the sofa and get lost in a steamy romance until my body exhausted itself.
“What are you doing?” Colton’s deep voice scared a gasp out of me, and he took advantage of the moment, plucking the book from my hand. His gaze bounced over one page and then another; his brows shot up, surprised. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” I answered defensively. What was wrong with reading romance novels? I sat a little taller and waited for the mocking to come because men always mocked women for reading romance novels while they proudly watched porn without judgment. “Is there something wrong with my reading choice?”
“Not at all; I just pegged you more for a psychological thriller type of woman.”
“I just finished one, and I was in search of a new book boyfriend.” I smiled, and he shot me a smile in return, and dammit, my arousal went from a slow simmer to a rolling
boil.His gaze heated my whole body, starting at my ankles and moving up my bare legs. He slowed to a stop at the strip of bare skin at my midsection, and then it slid up to my boobs, his gaze caressing me until my nipples puckered into achingly hard peaks.
“Colton,” I whispered.
His gaze met mine. “Yes, Molly?”
“I have a question for you. It’s a serious question, and I want you to think long and hard about it before you answer.”
His gaze sobered, and he jumped over the back of the sofa, settling on the cushion right beside me, tossing the book on the coffee table. “What is it?” His brows furrowed. “Is everything all right?”
I sighed and nibbled on my bottom lip. “Everything is fine. Mostly. But what I want to know, what I need to know is, is it later yet?”
His nostrils flared, and his hazel eyes darkened to pools of deep gold before he pounced, tossing me over his shoulder before he got to his feet and carried me upstairs to his bedroom, where he tossed me on the bed and stared at me for so long I started to squirm. “It’s later now if you want it to be.”
I stared up at him with his mussed dark hair, the black t-shirt pulled tight across his wide chest and shoulders, hanging a little looser at his slim waist. His worn jeans hugged his body in all the right places and rode low enough on his hips that when his shirt disappeared, I caught a glimpse of the dark, dusty trail that led to paradise. “Oh, I want it to be.” I wanted it so badly that I could hardly breathe. I wanted it so badly that I was sure my panties were embarrassingly damp. “A lot.”
Colton stripped down to his boxers and climbed on the bed, slowly undressing me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Molly.” The words came out harsh and clipped, as if it were difficult for him to say them.
They weren’t pretty words to coax me into doing something I wasn’t ready for. They were plain-spoken words, real words. Sincere words. “You’re the beautiful one,” I told him as my hands started to roam his bare skin. “Your body is a work of art.”
He kissed me again, but this kiss was different. It was raw and real, intensity level one million as his tongue thrust into my mouth and stroked against my tongue, wringing whimpers and moans of pleasure from me. This was a kiss of seduction. It was almost as if his tongue was everywhere—across my nipples and my ribcage, my hip bones, between my thighs. “Molly,” he panted as he kissed his way from my mouth down to my breasts. “Your tits are absolutely perfect.” He flicked his tongue over one hard peak over and over before licking a trail of heat to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.
“Colt,” I cried out, shocked at how good that felt all over.
“You’re so fucking responsive, Molly. You know how hot that is?”
I had no idea because I’d never done this before, any of it. Part of me knew I needed to tell him that fact, but I couldn’t—not when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked just hard enough to sting a little, but I felt it between my thighs, a deep pulsing that stirred fire low in my belly. He did it to the other nipple, and I thought I might come again. “Colt, fuck.”
He growled and kissed down my belly before he pressed whisper-soft kisses to one hip bone and then the other. And then his shoulders dug into my thighs, spreading them indecently wide. His warm breath fanned against my most private area, and I felt myself clench. “So wet. So pink,” he groaned and used his fingers to open me to his gaze. “So swollen,” he sighed and swiped his tongue in a long stroke against my clit.
My hips bucked up, and I cried out. “Yes!”
He smiled and did it again and again while I watched. Over and over, he flattened his tongue and licked me, the sensation so wonderful that I had to fight to keep my eyes on him because I didn’t want to miss a moment of what he was doing. Then his face was just buried between my thighs, and the sensations were so delicious that my hips rolled and my fingers tangled in his thick black hair. It was amazing. It was earth-shattering, and far too soon my body tensed and then flew apart into what I was sure was the most unattractive and wild orgasm either of us had ever experienced.
“Wow,” I cried out and collapsed against his mattress, my hips still rolling as his tongue teased my clit. “That was wonderful.” I knew I would never forget the feel of his tongue against my clit, the feel of his five o’clock shadow on my thighs, the dig of his broad shoulders into my thigh muscles, and the weight of his cock in my hands when we were face to face—hard, thick, and heavy. “You’re big.”
“Molly,” he groaned as I stroked his cock. “Put me inside you.”
I didn’t know exactly what he was asking, but the feel of his thick, blunt tip against my opening was scary and exciting all at once. His hips flexed, and he pushed inside slowly. I held my breath and waited for the pain to come and pass. I heard it was painful but quick, and I was ready for what came after the pain.
“Breathe, Molly.”
I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a smile. “I’m totally breathing.”
He sank deeper and deeper still. He froze at the barrier and stared at me. “Molly,” he said, this time with a question blazing in his eyes.
I nodded in response to the unasked question. “It’s my first time, yes, and I’m choosing you to be my first. Don’t make me regret it.”
His gaze softened. “I won’t,” he whispered against my lips and then kissed me until I was breathless and panting and completely unaware of any pain as his cock invaded my body. It was, hands down, the best kiss of my life. It was hot and sweet, a seduction as well as a dance. He kissed me as if he wanted to kiss me, as if the only thing he wanted in this world was to please me.
He took his time, teasing me with shallow strokes that had me begging for more. “Please.”
He smiled and kept up his slow torture until I was so wet that I could hear it each time he sank into me. My hands gripped his forearms and my hips bucked up to take more of him, but Colton pulled back and kept teasing me.
“Please.”
He smiled wider and surged forward before he stopped. “Breathe, Molly. Focus on me and breathe.”
I did just that, and he slid in deep this time, all the way, and I felt his balls pressed against my body. “So full,” I moaned as my body pulsed around him.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned and kissed me again, hitching one leg up over his hip as he began to thrust deeper and deeper.
After a few deep strokes, my body was completely used to the invasion and ready for more. “Fuck me, Colt. Please.”
When he moved, it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my whole life. I was glad in that moment that I’d waited for a man like Colton who liked to tease and please, who treated sex as an event rather than a task to tick off a list. His mouth was everywhere while he thrust into me—kissing my neck, my earlobe, my collarbone, and my breasts. It was too many sensations all at once, and I felt like one exposed nerve from head to toe.
“Oh my god,” I cried out as he palmed my thighs and pushed them towards me, which allowed him to sink even deeper. “Holy shit, Colton!”
He smiled and slid his hands up my thighs so his thumbs were on my clit, the sweet torture so incredibly agonizing that my orgasm snuck up on me and burst out of me like a volcano erupting after centuries of lying dormant.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” In response to my pleasure, he sat up and grabbed my legs, pulling me so my thighs were draped over his while he gripped my hips and plunged into me, deep strokes that hit me in a spot that made all words and thoughts impossible. “What,” I began, but the words were lost as another wave of pleasure pulled me under and drowned me with its intensity.
“Molly,” he growled, and his hips moved faster and deeper, his expression intense and twisted in pain. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as he stiffened for a quick moment and then pounded in long, deep strokes as his cock pumped into me, filling me with his warmth. His big body collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him so close I felt his heart beat against my chest. “Thank you for that wonderful gift.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth and slowly slid free of my body.
My heart clutched when he stepped off the bed and walked away; that used feeling I always worried about crept up as he disappeared into my bathroom. But he returned quickly with a wet towel, which he pressed between my thighs and cleaned me.
He. Cleaned. Me.
My heart stuttered, and then when he curled his big body around mine in bed and kissed my neck? That was the moment I tumbled headlong for Colton.
My boss.
This was madness, and I knew it, but cuddled in his arms, his scent surrounding me, I didn’t care.