Chapter Fourteen #3
I drift in and out, caught between consciousness and oblivion, where reality and dreams blur together, and where I can almost forget the evening’s events.
Almost.
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Last night, while the party was still going on in the penthouse, I fell asleep. I’m semi-conscious now, and pretty sure there are people scattered all over the floor. Colt’s spooning me from behind, with one arm draped over my side and the other stretched out under my neck.
Taking his hand in mine, I intertwine our fingers, pulling his hand up and holding it to my chest. It’s then I feel him stir behind me, tightening his hand around mine.
When his lips meet the back of my neck, I instantly feel that spark, waking me entirely. His lips travel from my neck to my ear, and he tugs on my lobe gently. “Good morning, sleepy head,” he whispers.
I smile as I take in the soothing sound of his gravelly voice. “Morning,” I answer as he shuffles in closer to my back, making me aware of his morning wood. I let out a small, loud sigh.
“Shh… you’ll wake everyone,” he says quietly in my ear.
He frees his hand from mine, moving it under my shirt to my breast and squeezing as he grinds his erection against my ass.
I exhale while his hand moves from my breast down my side, over my hip, and between my legs.
His touch elicits a gasp as his hand dips inside my panties and skims my flesh.
“Colt, there are people in the room,” I whisper breathlessly while his finger moves slowly on my clit.
“I guess you’d better be quiet then,” he murmurs, pressing firmer.
I can’t believe he’s doing this with people in the room.
But I also can’t stop the moan that leaves my lips as he moves on me faster, making me lose track of my thoughts while I get caught up in the pleasure.
As if they have a mind of their own, my hips start to move when he grinds his cock against me, his fingers steady with their own rhythm on my clit.
The pressure’s building, and I desperately want to moan loudly, but I can’t risk people hearing me.
My breathing is heavy as I bite my bottom lip to keep any noises I make at bay, and then he moves his knee between my legs, making me part them.
To give him better access, I bend my knee up, resting my foot on my other knee.
Honestly, how times have changed. I can’t believe I’m allowing this to happen. My head screams at me to make him stop, but my body completely ignores me.
His fingers dip inside me as his thumb rotates on my clit, then he pushes in deep, driving me to gasp at the feeling.
It’s becoming harder to keep my breathing quiet.
I try to inhale through my nose to silence it, but as he trails kisses along my neck, I feel the all-too-familiar buzz when Colt touches me.
My nerves are tingling, and my breath is shallow.
A welcome pressure builds inside me, and I claw onto the sheet, trembling with his motions.
Mid gasp, my breath catches in my throat, and I clench my eyes shut, biting my lips as I come hard.
I ache and pulse as he gives me a mind-blowing orgasm, and I don’t know if it’s just because he’s so good at what he does or whether I’m slightly turned on that we’re getting away with it with people in the room. A bit of both, I think.
His hand leaves my body, and I feel him shuffling behind me while I float on cloud nine.
My leg goes to fall back to the bed, but Colt’s hand grabs my knee and forces my legs back apart.
He moves his hand to my panties, shifting them to one side.
Turning my head, I look at him with my eyes wide, as I don’t think I can do what he wants with this room full of people.
But before I have time to think, he thrusts inside me from behind and sucks on my neck, not giving me any choice.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers as I try to keep myself quiet.
The feeling as he moves in me slowly makes me warm all over.
My breathing deepens as our hips move in unison with each other.
The pleasure, mixed with the excitement and fear of being caught, makes me break out in a cold sweat.
Goose bumps cover my skin from the contrast between the cool room and my overheated body.
He thrusts deeply as his hand finds its way back to my clit.
The pleasure is almost too much to bear as he massages my clit with his fingers while fucking me from behind.
I whimper slightly as he quickens his pace and then thrusts firmly, drawing out a loud moan.
“Shh,” he demands again, but I can’t contain myself.
I let out another moan while he continues his relentless tempo inside me and the pressure on my clit.
His arm under my head moves and is around my mouth, trying to block out my moans.
I breathe rapidly through my nose, and there’s nothing I can do with how loud it is, but I don’t care anymore. All I want is to come again.
With his hand tightly covering my mouth, his other circles my clit forcefully.
His breathing matches mine, leaving no doubt of what we’re doing.
Thrust after thrust, and the motion of his hand between my legs makes me whimper on every exhale.
I start to stiffen as I feel the welcomed rush of adrenaline surging through me.
My nipples harden, and my clit throbs as he takes me.
His mouth is at my neck, sucking and biting while he thrusts harshly and deeply inside me, pushing me to jolt with pleasure.
I scrunch my eyes shut, my entire body quivering, heat surges through me, and I’m on fire.
“You will come when I tell you to and not a second before,” Colt whispers demandingly in my ear, then bites my earlobe almost to the point of pain.
I whimper on a shuddering breath, and he tightens his grip across my mouth and thrusts into me hard, grinding against me before pulling out and repeating the motion.
My breathing becomes erratic and harsh as he moves in and against me.
The pressure on my clit intensifies as I feel him starting to jolt behind me.
Breathing loudly, he slams into me. “Come with me,” he murmurs, just in time for my body to obey. I flush with heat, my body trembles, and the pleasure hits, demanding I stiffen.
Suddenly, his hand leaves my mouth and wraps around my throat, firm but controlled. The possessive pressure sends a violent rush of pleasure through me, and I come hard, clenching around him as wave after wave tears through my body.
There’s no room to think, no air to breathe, only him, his grip, his thrusts, the way he groans my name as he empties inside me. His hips jerk once, twice, grinding deep until the world snaps back into focus.
Colt’s grip on my throat slowly loosens as he stops moving inside me and moves his hand from between my legs, under my shirt, to my breast.
Holy crap!
Fuck!
I’ve never done anything like this before, but when Colt puts his hands on me, it’s like my brain switches off, and my body takes over. I can’t control it. And I don’t want to when it feels like this.
He pulls out of me and tugs on my shoulder for me to turn over. I roll over in the bed, facing him, and his hand skims across my cheek. His eyes are sparkling, luminous pools of blue, staring at me with such intense lust that it makes me want to go again.
His lips meet mine, and he kisses me so tenderly that if I were standing, it would have made my knees weak.
“You have to learn to control your moaning,” Colt whispers as he lifts his head and glances around the room.
“Oh my God, I hope no one heard us!” I whisper.
He smirks, his gaze flicking back to me just as Dingo lets out a soft snore from across the room. The sound pulls a giggle from my lips before I can stop it.
“I think we’re all clear,” he says.
I shake my head in disbelief that no one woke to my moaning or the sounds of our heavy breathing.
Thankfully, everyone must still be comatose.