Harper #2
Colton brings both hands up to frame my face, slowly rocking his hips against me, a filthy, dirty, wonderful, mean, tease.
The tiny swatch of fabric between my legs soaked enough to bet I’m making a mess over the front of his slacks.
He pulls back, breaking the kiss and taking a step back, staring at me in wonder.
Gaze trailing from my mussed hair and puffy lips to my spread legs and arms braced behind me for support.
Each of his hands grips one of my legs, slowly dragging them up my thighs, spreading my legs even wider as he drops to one knee and then the other.
“Colton,” I pant, barely audible in the silent space as he kisses and licks his way up my thighs, switching sides as he goes. Not playing favorites.
I remember the last time he was on his knees for me in this office. Even then it was too much for me, his gaze making me feel exposed in a space designed to make me untouchable. Telling him to stop before he could get any closer.
I should have kept that distance.
Colton on his knees for me now is devastatingly beautiful.
“Are you going to tell me to stop again, Sunshine?” he breathes into my skin, also recalling the last time we were in this position.
I don’t respond, just run one hand through his hair, tugging him closer, permission and request in one.
I shudder as he leans down to lick my throbbing clit through the silk fabric of my thong, skating his hands higher to find the band of the underwear resting on my hips.
I lift as much as I can, while his tongue continues to work in slow strokes.
My legs are already starting to shake when he leans back to pull my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, a kiss to my ankle as he tugs the material off.
When I look down, he’s smiling as he tucks my silk black thong into his back pocket.
I start to protest when he turns his face back to my thigh and bites.
I release what can only be described as a sob when he soothes the area with kisses and licks, bringing his face closer to my bare cunt.
“Fuck I need this. We need this,” I mutter; to myself, Colton or the goddess above I don’t know.
Colton shifts his hands under my thighs and tugs, pulling me forward, ass barely on the desk anymore, my back falling against the wood and body shuddering at the way his calloused hands feel wrapping around my thighs to open me back up.
“We just need to get it out of our system. We need this,” I slur into the abyss.
The shift in the air isn’t gradual or a quiet let down of arousal, it’s an ice bath thrown over an inferno, snuffed out with a careless barrage of excuses and barriers.
Colton’s entire body stiffens, and not in the fun, fuck me kind of stiff.
He leans his head against my inner thigh for a moment taking a long, drawn-out breath, before he pulls back and sits his perfect ass back against his heels, shifting his hands to rest against my knees.
I shift back on the desk, ass regaining enough of its space for me to pull back up to sitting.
His hands cup each knee, keeping my legs slightly spread as he uses my body for leverage to stand. He lets go of my knees in favor of standing between them, but instead of dragging me towards him to bring our bodies flush, the only contact I feel is the hand reaching up to lightly circle my throat.
I push forward, wanting the pressure and the punishment. He doesn’t give it to me, moving with my body, tilting my face up to look at him. Those green eyes demanding, but full of adoration.
“What am I, Harper?”
It’s the same question as before, and he’s not going to be satisfied until he gets the truth.
“You don’t want this. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” I could warn him until I’m blue in the face, and he still wouldn’t understand. “It’s just a crush. We’ll get over it.”
You are too bright to live in darkness.
“Just a crush, that’s what you think this is? Is that why you punished Harlin, because of a crush? Tell me, Sunshine.”
The memory of her touching his chest, running her lying, cheating hands over him as she leaned up to purr in his ear plays in my head. A never-ending loop I can’t shake off, turning the waking hours into nightmares, imagining the ways he would make her moan.
“If I had to suffer, so did she. You want to know what you are? You’re mine, Colton.
When you are in this club, you are mine.
” I’m barring my teeth and he’s grinning like a smug little bastard, finally getting the answer he craved.
The answer that will doom us both. He kisses me, long and slow, pouring himself into the embrace.
He pulls back, hand still cradled against my collarbones, like the little spot was crafted just for his hand to lay there, fingers wrapped around my throat.
“I am yours. Not just at the club. There is no getting you out of my system. This isn’t a quick fuck or a stress release. I want it all. I won’t settle for parts of you, not when all of me is yours.”
I don’t need to turn away from his declaration as he releases his hold around my neck, its loss gripping tighter than his hands ever did.
He turns his back to me and strides towards the door, satisfied with the confession he pulled from me, if nothing else.
A silly boy with no survival instincts.
You never turn your back to the monster.