Chapter 36 Sadie
thirty-six
Sadie
I love having Colson here. Not just here, as in my apartment—but here, in my bed.
My king-sized bed is dressed in matching sheets—soft cotton, light blue with a navy comforter. The bed is one of the things I splurged on when it came to the breakup with Nick. It felt ridiculous to sleep in a bed we shared together, planning a wedding in, after everything.
So, I got a new one. Bigger. Better. Completely Nick-free.
Colson is stretched out across the mattress like he was always meant to be there, one leg bent, one arm thrown over his head. He’s shirtless, a pair of basketball shorts slung low on his hips and his muscles are making my mouth go dry. The man has abs. Ones you could count, touch with your fingers.
Seeing him in my bed does something quiet and fierce to my chest. It feels like I’m about to get sucked into his vortex. Jokes on me, though, because I’d probably throw myself in at this point.
The A/C kicks on—I love sleeping in the cold—and I hope Colson doesn’t reach for his shirt. Because that would be a travesty. A lamp glows low on my dresser, turning his skin golden, almost like we’re at the beach. The bed looks right like this. Full.
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, pretending I’m not staring.
“You know,” I say finally, because silence feels dangerous and I don’t trust myself not to climb onto the bed if I wait too long, “this should be a crime.”
He shifts slightly, lazy, comfortable. One eye opens. “What?”
“You,” I tell him, nodding toward his entire body. “In my bed. Looking like… that.”
His mouth curves, slow and knowing. “What do you mean?”
I gesture again, helpless. “I don’t think my brain is receiving oxygen right now,” I add. “Just wanted to flag that.”
His lips pull up on one side in a lopsided smirk, one that makes me ache. Fuck. How does he do that?
My body forgets that it’s tired. I've been working all day cleaning up the storm damage from the rec center, trying to keep the project on pace. My muscles and bones should be heavy, but Colson’s here, and we have the whole night to ourselves.
I’m at the edge of the bed, lifting one leg up and then the other until I’m straddling him. The way he grins at me makes me feel confident and sure in my skin. His hands find my hips, the side of my ass as I dip forward, putting my lips to his.
I shift instinctively, settling more firmly over him, and the sound he makes—barely there, like he didn’t mean to let it out—goes straight through me. The kiss deepens, slow at first then hungry, like we’re both testing each other’s resolve.
I place my hands on his chest, warm skin under my palms, his heartbeat fast and solid. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s pent-up and charged, making up for what feels like wasted time.
His hands move to my back. I love how massive they are—how they cover me. I lean in deeper, trying to get everything I can from this kiss. Colson tastes me, his tongue grazing mine, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this.
My lips find his neck and I kiss down until I’m at his chest. The muscles? Unreal. Kind of unfair. Not sure my bed will ever look better than it does right now.
Colson grabs the hem of my tank top, lifting it up and off me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he moans while putting a nipple in his mouth.
My fingers dig into his scalp, pulling his hair while he works me. He sucks and nips, which has my hips grinding into him. He’s already hard.
I’m biting my lip, tipping my head back and pulling his head closer to me, when I say, “Take these off.” I move a hand to tug on his shorts.
Slowly, he pulls away. I sit to the side while he does what he’s told, which kind of surprises me.
“Good boy,” I croon. It’s part sarcasm until I realize how hot it makes me feel. Talking to him like that. Watching him take instruction.
Colson’s dick springs forward and I don’t mean to audibly moan, but something like that deserves audible praise.
“My girl likes being the boss?” His brows lift as he props himself up on his elbows. “Tell me what’s next, Sadie.” His voice is low and it feels like it washes over my skin syllable by syllable.
“I want to taste you,” I reply, doing my best not to lose my nerve.
He growls, pushing his head back into the pillows, the column of his throat veiny and blushed. “You’re the boss.”
I move between his legs and grab his length with a hand, my fingers barely able to fit around him. His muscles flex at my touch and being able to elicit this type of reaction from him makes me feel powerful.
My mouth is close to the head and before my lips touch it, I look up at him. Colson is biting his lip, and when he sees me watching him, he huffs out a breath.
Maybe I like making the calls more than I thought I did? Because seeing him watch me like this, like he’s cataloging every millimeter of movement? I know I’m soaking wet.
He seems to be frozen as I move him in front of my mouth, but don’t touch him like that quite yet. A few more seconds pass and when I feel like I can’t wait any longer, I slowly place a kiss to the head.
Colson groans, his fingers clenching the blankets.
I do my best to take as much of him as I can. Slow and steady until I’m comfortable. Then I’m licking up the shaft, swirling around the tip, before taking him back in my mouth.
My fingers grip him at the base and I lick down to them until I’m back to the top, a bead of precum waiting for me. I let my thumb touch it, spreading it around his skin.
“Grab my hair,” I instruct him. There’s not a moment of hesitation—Colson’s hands are in my hair immediately and I’m ready to take him in my mouth.
I want so badly to know what he likes. I want to know how to make him come undone.
“Don’t take it easy on me,” I moan before putting my mouth around him.
“You’re in charge.” He practically groans as his fingers tighten around my hair.
His words have me so needy for him. Fuck. What is this man doing to me?
I’m moving down his dick, sucking, and he’s setting the pace with the control of our positioning. I keep trying to take as much of him as I can, but when he pulls faster than expected, I gag. But I don’t stop.
“Sadie. Fuck,” Colson moans, “you feel so good. Your mouth. Your pussy.”
His words spur me on—I love when he talks to me like this—and I go faster, taste as much of him as I can. Keeping one hand on the base of his cock, I take the other and cup his balls. The seconds my fingers make contact, I look up to see him tipping his head back.
“Fuck, I’m close.” His words are low, almost whiny.
I give a tiny squeeze, and I can feel him tightening in my hand. His hands pull tighter, enough of a sting to make this hot.
“I’m going to—”
I interrupt him with an enthusiastic moan, gripping his hard length tighter, and let him come in my mouth.
His body shakes with his orgasm; he groans through it while keeping my head right where he wants it.
His release hits my throat and I don’t quit sucking him until he’s a heap of breaths on the bed.
I swallow the saltiness and feel like a goddess.
My hands rest on his thighs as he catches his breath. What a beautiful sight—Colson Burke all climaxed out on my bedding.
I smirk, resting my hands on his thighs. He sits up, kissing me in a way that’s fierce. Like he’s not done with me.
“My turn,” he announces between kisses.
He practically tosses me on the other side of the bed and I let out a little yell from the surprise. He’s got my shorts off in the blink of an eye, my bare skin on display for him.
Immediately, his tongue goes to my entrance, tasting me.
He groans. “You are fucking soaked.”
His fingers grip around my thighs, digging into the sensitive skin. He pulls them wide.
“This beautiful pussy.” He blows on it. “I’ve dreamed of it.”
Hearing him talk that way about me has my orgasm already within reach. I need him to touch me. Now.
“You’re still in control. Do you want me to take my time or are you ready?”
His mouth being this close is torture.
My voice is almost a yell as I gasp, “Ready, Colson. I’m ready.”
I’m not even done answering when his fingers replace his tongue, filling me as his lips go to my clit. His massive hands, long fingers work me—hitting the right spot. His lips suck on me before pressing his tongue into me.
I move my hips, one hand grabbing the back of his head, and I start fucking his mouth.
It’s only a few thrusts before it hits me.
A tidal wave of pleasure. There are no sounds, the room spins as he goes faster.
Harder. I feel the explosion in my low belly and I pull his mouth to me as he pulls the orgasm out of me.
The yell that starts in my chest, comes out all guttural and raw. “Colson!” His name on my lips and his tongue on my clit has the tremors rocking me from the inside out. My entire body feels like a vice, energy zapping through the whole thing.
When I’m finally able to see straight, Colson climbs over me. His arms are on each side of me, my breathing still shallow and quick.
“You are fucking unreal. Like—”
I interrupt him with a kiss, saying all the things my orgasm-strained mind can’t formulate into words. He doesn’t rush it; his kiss is slow, full, and more than I could’ve hoped for.
I knew Colson was different. But this thing between us? It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
And I can’t get enough.