Chapter 19
Denver
“As romantic as it is that we have this entire place to ourselves, I’ve decided empty hotels are creepy,” I whisper to Colt as he unlocks the door to our suite.
“Yeah, I didn’t consider The Shining angle,” he says, wincing apologetically. “But you’ll forget about it soon enough.”
“Because twin girls are going to axe me to death?”
He pulls me close in the doorway and kisses me. “No, because I have plans that will distract you.” I bite my lip, barely hiding a smile, squeezing my thighs together to try and ease the growing thrill.
It wasn’t until we arrived at the hotel that Colt told me he’d booked the entire place just for us. Each floor has security at each exit, and only essential people know we’re here. It’s totally safe, and as he pointed out, we can be as loud as we like without interruptions.
Once we’re in our suite, I face the room, and he threads his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. “I have three options for you, Mrs. Harland.”
“Three? Lucky me.”
“Option one—we do absolutely fucking nothing. We eat the snacks I brought, we watch movies, we plan our future and pretend we’re who we’re going to be a few months from now.
” He kisses below my ear. “Option two, we fuck, and you take the lead. I’ll get to my knees and do everything you ask.
” His kisses feel electric, the idea of him bowing down to me so enticing my mouth almost starts watering.
“And option three?”
“I’m in control.” His words are deep, a rumble of erotic promise across my skin, and the throbbing between my legs has already decided for me.
“Three,” I breathe. “Then when you’re done with me … one.”
His laugh is low, almost frightening. “When I’m done with you, you’ll feel me for days, Del.”
Three, three, three.
“Go have a shower, and when you come back out, I want your heels on and nothing else.” His command is as easy to follow as being swept away by a current.
“And what will you be doing?”
“I’m going to shower in the second bedroom, then set up.”
I almost gulp. “Set up?”
“No more questions, Del. Go.” He smacks my ass, and I yelp, almost running to follow his instructions.
I do as I’m told, and twenty minutes later, in nothing but red-bottom heels, I walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
My hands snap to my hips. “Why aren’t you naked?”
Colt has positioned an oversized chair facing the end of the queen-sized bed. He’s in fresh suit pants and a shirt, the white sleeves rolled up to his elbows to display his glorious forearms, tattoos and all.
He leans back in the chair, head tilted. “Are you giving me attitude, Del?”
I gesture at him. “Yes! Sex night and you’re not naked.”
There’s a certain grace that Colt has that I think adds to the stories people tell of him.
If he were an animal, he’d be a tiger, swift, deadly, making the lead up to your demise so damn pretty it’s hard to look away.
He stands with that grace and carefully approaches, observing me like a meal he plans on playing with before devouring.
I hold my breath, suddenly aware of the power dynamic between his clothed body and my naked one. He gently grips my chin and lifts my head.
“Which option did you choose?”
My throat is dry. “Three.”
“And what did that mean?”
My gaze strays to the bulge in his pants, proof that he’s as excited as I am. “You’re in control.”
He kisses me, keeping his lips close as he says, “Which means you do as I ask, and if you want it to stop, you say stop. Is that understood?”
“It”? What is “it”?
I nod. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” His eyes travel down to where I’m pressing my thighs together.
“Are you wet for me already? If I touch you, will you soak my fingers before we’ve even started?
” I whimper, nodding, hoping that he does.
“What a shame I won’t be touching you for a while.
Get on the bed, hands and knees, facing the chair. ”
Somehow, I pull myself from his orbit, and it’s then that I notice what’s already on the comforter.
A small, rectangular device is midway up the bed.
It’s about the size and shape of a sewing machine and is attached to a square mount, allowing for it to be angled upwards.
A narrow metal arm protrudes from it, and attached to the end is a long, fleshy dildo.
A cable leads away from the device, plugged into the wall.
A sex machine.
Here goes nothing.
Climbing onto the bed, I get onto my hands and knees, the dildo positioned at my pussy. My heart is already pounding, my pussy slick with anticipation.
Colt takes the seat at the end of the bed. “Put it inside you.”
I shuffle back, the tip of the toy nudging my pussy, and slide it midway in.
Its thick, artificial veins protrude from the soft material, the friction sending shivers up my spine.
Once I’m ready, Colt shows me a small, black controller with a dial.
A white line increases in thickness the further the dial is turned—and the end of that line is red.
“I control the speed, but if it gets too much, you know what to say?”
I nod, swallowing hard. “I say stop.”
“Good girl.”
The low hum of the machine hits me before the movement does. It’s slow, the arm moving forward so the toy buries deeper, and I grip the covers. I’m so wet there’s no resistance, and as it pulls out of me, I clench to hold onto the fullness.
“How does it feel?”
“G-good,” I say quietly, but I wonder why I’d ever ask him to stop. If anything, I want more.
Like he can read my mind, Colt increases the speed. It becomes a slow fuck, then faster, and faster. It’s enough to have me crying out, my back arching, the temptation to bury my moans into the comforter overwhelming.
“Be as loud as you want, Del,” he reminds me, and I’ve barely noticed that he’s standing. “If you hold back, I’ll punish you.”
“Punish me how—”
A short, sharp slap on my ass makes me whimper, the pain ebbing quickly into pleasure. “Louder, Del.”
I cry out his name, and he speeds up the machine.
It’s fast, unrelenting, almost punishing as it fucks me.
My orgasm builds quickly, a sudden burst of pressure between my legs, like my feet have been kicked from beneath me.
Instinctively, I press my face into the bed, crying out into the soft covers, clenching my toes and grasping at the bedding like a woman possessed.
Waves of pleasure erupt across and through me, my body light, my mind—
I cry out as Colt’s hand meets my ass cheek, then the other, again and again.
“What did I say, Del?”
I sob, but the tears taste sweet. It hurts, but the pain doesn’t last long enough. “Be loud.”
“And you weren’t, were you?”
“No.” I yelp as he gently slaps my already sensitive pussy, the sensation shoving me closer to another orgasm. The machine keeps fucking me. “Again, please, Colt—”
“What? You want me to punish your clit?” He slaps the sensitive bundle again, and I nod frantically.
“Yes, yes—”
He slaps, and slaps, and the final one has him rubbing my clit until I come again. This time, I don’t hold back, crying out as the pleasure engulfs me. I feel senseless, confused, but safe as he kneels on the bed and peppers my back with kisses.
But there’s no relief. No downtime. The machine keeps fucking me at a beautiful speed, my pussy clenching around it, aching to come again.
“Colt, I want you,” I say. “Fuck me, please.”
He keeps kissing across my back, my shoulders, my neck, his palm soothing the ache on my ass cheeks. “No, Del, not yet. I’m going to fuck you when you can’t come anymore. I’m going to push you until you think you’ve reached your limit, and then you’re going to squirt all over my cock.”
“Please—”
He ups the speed, and my moan is more of a shout, the bedding crumpled between my white-knuckled fingers. It can’t go any faster, surely it can’t. There’s no way. This is the limit. It must be.
Colt glides his fingers between my thighs, closer to where the dildo is relentlessly pounding into me. “Your pussy is soaked. You’re such a mess for me.” Every word is like another slap to my aching clit. He kisses my flushed cheek. “My messy, filthy girl.”
He pinches my clit and I cry out, the next orgasm igniting lights behind my eyes. I gasp, sweat gathering across my chest when Colt moves the chair and kneels before me. He smooths his hands across my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, rolling my rock-hard nipples between his fingers.
“Look how well you’re doing.” He kisses my cheek, pinching my nipples harder, the sensations sending electricity to my pussy. “You’re going to come again for me.”
“I can’t,” I sob, a total lie, but I hope it means he’ll fuck me instead.
He chuckles, smoothing my hair back from my sweat-slicked brow. “Do you think I can’t tell when you’re lying, Del? Remember who you’re talking to.”
“A mean, mean man—” I say between pants, the toy ramming into me and inching me closer to another monster orgasm that might just kill me.
“No,” he croons softly, kissing both my cheeks. “I’m your husband.”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
He turns the dial to the red, and I scream, the toy pounding at an impossible speed, the slick, wet sounds filling the room along with my constant cries of pleasure.
My words are unintelligible, my moans loud and interspersed with Colt’s name.
I’m going to come again and it’s going to destroy me; it’ll kill me right here on this bed—
“Colt, I can’t!” I cry out.
“Then use the safe word, wife,” he whispers, his hands squeezing mine. “Do you need to use the safe word?”
God above. I shake my fucking head, unwilling to give in, desperate to know what this final orgasm will do to me, like dangling over the edge of a cliff, eager to know the feeling of falling.
And then it hits me.
I inhale sharply, my eyes wide, my throat dry as I come. I scream out the ecstasy, Colt’s hands soothing across my arms and back as the top half of my body collapses onto the bed.
The machine slows.
It stops.
I sob into the bedding, my body broken, my pussy aching. I feel the toy slide out of me. Somewhere in my peripheral, Colt takes the machine off the bed. He crouches before me, stroking my hair.
“Head up, Del,” he says, and I hear him stand and unbuckle his belt.
I’m panting, delirious with relief, my muscles loose, but a thrill still sweeps through my legs when I watch him undress. His cock is sticky with cum, and I look up at him.
“You came?”
“Watching you like that, how could I not?” He strokes his growing length, his ability to go again almost immediately making my mouth water. “You’ll be a good girl and clean up the mess you made, won’t you?”
His words have barely left his mouth and I dive onto his cock.
“Fuck—” He groans as I alternate between taking him into my throat and cleaning up his cum. I devour everything until he pulls his solid dick out of my mouth and climbs onto the bed. “On your back, Del. I want to see your face as I fuck you.”
I’m exhausted. My pussy is exhausted. But there’s no way in hell I’d ever turn down the feeling of him inside me, the sounds he makes as he fucks and fills me.
As he positions himself between my legs, I grin up at him lazily.
“Remember when you said you’d ruin me for every other man?”
He laughs. “Yes. I also remember thinking if another man touched you, I’d remove his spleen.”
“How specific,” I say as he lifts my legs until my knees are pressing into my chest, my ankles near my ears. I glance down at where the tip of his cock is close to my entrance, my pussy pink and soaked. “How deep are you planning on going?”
“Deeper than I ever have.” He slides into me.
I let out a soft cry. “My poor pussy.”
He sinks deeper, his jaw tense. “Do you need a break?”
“I’m no quitter.”
Colt laughs, and the sound does as much to me as his cock. Once he’s fully inside me, I’m fairly sure I’m pinned to the bed. I’m trembling with anticipation, focusing on the intricate art across his chest to stop myself begging him to fuck me.
He kisses the hollow at the base of my throat. “Have I ruined you, Del?” He’s as breathless as me.
“Yes. Mind, body, and fucking soul,” The final word becomes a whimper as he pulls out slowly. “I’ll only ever know how to love you for the rest of my life.”
I mean every word, just as I always have with him.
I love him.
And it’s a love that won’t break or deceive or hurt.
It’s a love that will make me.
A love that will make us both.
True to his word, Colt fucks me deeper than he ever has, the wet patch on the bed proof. He delivered on his promise, and I squirted on his cock, begging him to fuck me forever, to love me forever, to always make me feel like he constantly does.
And now, cuddling on the couch, we’re discussing our future.
“At least two kids,” I say, snuggling into his bare chest and tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“Two? I thought you’d want more.”
I rest my chin on his chest. “Do you want more?”
“I’d have twenty with you.”
I grin and rest my cheek against him. “I object to that.”
Colt runs his hand up my spine, his palm warm, and he kisses the top of my head softly. “Two it is, then.”
Closing my eyes, I bask in his words, in the future we’re going to have together. We’re so damn close. Pulling myself out of his hold, I carefully walk to the minibar, and he laughs.
“What?”
“Told you you’d feel me for days.”
I give him the finger, and he winces in mock hurt. “Ouch. You’re supposed to love me, Del.”
“Fine.” I slide my wedding ring off and put it on my middle finger, flipping him off again. “How’s that?”
He grins. “It definitely lessens the blow.”
Grabbing more chocolate, I snuggle back onto his chest and admire my ring. “I might leave it there. It can be our own little message, a way of telling you I love you even if I can’t say it.”
He kisses my nose. “Good plan.” His ringtone bursts the moment, and he sighs. “It’s Alistair.”
“Go into detail just to piss him off.”
He laughs and answers. “Be an emergency, or—” He pauses, and I can hear Alistair talking. “How many?” I try to sit up, but Colt holds me in place. “Okay, we’ll be out in five. Can you send Taf up?”
He hangs up. “What’s happened?”
“A car was circling the block for the last ten minutes. Taf dealt with it, but it looks like it’s Nowak trying to make a move.”
My shoulders dip. “But I thought the meeting went well.”
“Apparently not.” He kisses me. “We’re safer at home.”
“Sex night is over?” I pout.
He nods. “Sorry, Del.”
Fucking gangsters.