7. Colt
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colt
I kiss her in the chilly Paris rain. I just told this whirlwind of a girl I love her. In the rain in Paris in a garden. I’ll never do anything as poetic as this again. I’ve been trained to notice moments so that you can pick them out again later. A party trick my father is very good at so if he runs into a donor or a constituent again, he can recall something personal. He might not remember their names, but he’ll remember they painted their kitchen yellow or they were eating a divine piece of steak with truffle butter at a campaign fundraising dinner.
But at this moment, this one is all mine, and it will live in my mind forever. I’m also done waiting. I want to be with her in all the ways possible. I need to feel that sunshine from the inside.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“My pin number is 4679. It’s my first address number. I trust you with everything. That’s my deepest darkest secret.” I laugh and kiss her nose.
“That’s it?”
“And I’m kind of a fiend for blow jobs.”
“Oh, really? It just so happens I’m a fan as well.” She licks her lips and I swear to fucking god if I don’t get inside this girl within the hour I’ll explode.
“Come on.” She doesn’t hesitate to rush down the street with me. I’m not so concerned with where we’re going, just finding what I need. And what I need to play adult for a minute. Very adult.
There’s a door with a little pineapple symbol on it. I pull her inside and walk up to an ornate marble counter.
I whisper down to her, “Stop squirming.”
“What are we doing here?” she bites out in a sharp whisper.
“Behave, Meerkat.” Her skin flushes when I pull out the sex voice. I love that whatever I say, any filthy thing that comes in my head, as long as it’s in the sex voice she loves it. Her skin flushes, and I’m pretty sure she’s as turned on by it as I am.
She’s clutching my arm as I walk through the lobby of this boutique hotel.
“Comment puis-je vous aider monsieur.”
“Je voudrais une chambre, s’il vous pla?t.”
“Combien de nuits?”
Deux. She whispers, “Two days? What about school?”
“You turned in your work, right? We just have to go to lectures tomorrow afternoon, then we come right back here.”
I drop Maggie’s hand and gesture with my chin to take a seat in the lobby. “Go sit, little Meerkat.” She kisses my cheek quickly before walking away. Her face is so bright, her sunshine is leaking all over this very posh hotel. She takes a seat on a black leather couch near a glass fireplace. The amber glow illuminates the world around her as well as the soft, perfect curves of her face.
I look away from her and slide a credit card to this man, adjusting the strap of my backpack. She has no idea it’s full of clothes for the two of us. Even though my intention is to be naked for forty-eight hours. My fake ID says I’m twenty-three. Not something I like to advertise since my father would fucking kill me. It doesn’t always work in Boston because everyone knows my father and his family. But in Europe, they barely care. I just need to be old enough to secure the room.
“Trés bien, M. Andrews.”
He hands over a key and a small slip of paper with a room number on it. I smile and tap the paper and say in English. “Can I have a cheese plate, fruit and bottled water sent up later?” He nods and smiles at me then looks over at her.
I grin as I turn towards Maggie. There’s a gleam in her eyes that’s only intensified by the flickering flames. The fireplace mirroring how I feel for her. I love her, but right now my cock could punch through a wall. I’m hoping to get this out of our systems so I can pass my classes instead of dreaming about how her pussy feels. I’ve spilled all over her sheets, the shower and myself. Now I need more, and I suspect so does she.
“Are we ready?” I put out my hand and she pops up like the Meerkat she is.
She bites her bottom lip. “For anything.” The side of my mouth curves up as I hoist her into my arms and off the ground, kissing her. I place her back down and say, “Then let’s not wait another second.”
I guide her to the elevator and as the doors snap shut by the time I secure the dark black cage and it starts moving, she’s wrapped around me.
“I really do love Meerkat Monday!”
“And I love you, Maggie Curran. So very much.” She tosses her arms around my neck and kisses me. I take it from there. I slide my hands down her ass and squeeze as she moans into my mouth. The elevator is old and squeaky, like it’s out of an old movie. It jostles to a stop, opens and I slide the small cage to the side and let her out.
Once on the other side of the door, I toss my backpack and unzip her jacket. Then lift her shirt over her head. I gesture to the giant four-poster bed surrounded by royal blue and gold wallpaper.
“Take everything off and climb on that bed.” Her eyes flash at me, and in an instant I see her darkened pupils.
“Yes, Colt.” My dick jumps and I cross my arms over my chest and watch as my girl slowly peels down her pants, leaving her in a matching yellow bra and panties.
My voice is hoarse as I try to maintain. “Where did you get those?”
She twirls and I see there are small pink flowers on the lace that’s sheer. Something so sweet and so fucking hot at the same time. They’re totally her.
“You like?”
I nod but don’t move. Because I will tear her apart.
“I bought them the other day.”
“On the bed.” She looks confused. I lower my arms and say, “Those are mine to take off. Jesus, Mags.” I step toward her and she leaps on the bed. I’m on her in an instant, sucking her nipples through the bra and holding myself up to take her all in. She moans, and the last thread of restraint snaps.
“Mags. I need to be inside you right now. Here’s what’s going to happen.” I unlatch her bra and release her breasts. I draw one nipple into my mouth deep while caressing the other. I play with the edges while my tongue flicks back and forth.
“Yes. Do it.” She’s bucking her hips to get closer. I jump off her and off the bed. I pull her to the edge of the bed by her ankles and slide off those panties.
I unzip my jacket but don’t take it off. There’s something hot about being dressed when she’s naked.
“So pretty, that pussy of yours. Play with it for me.” I cock my head as she hesitates. It’s daylight and the curtains are open. It’s gray outside but the light streams in none the less. “Don’t make me ask again.” Her fingers tentatively reach down, and I groan when she finds her clit. “What are you touching, Maggie?” She is every dirty fantasy I can think of. I take my clothes off quickly and then stand there stroking myself as she watches.
“My clit.”
I step to her and hoist her knees up, spreading her wide. “Try that again.”
She looks confused and then I see her smile as she understands what I want. “Your clit.”
I bat her hand out of the way and suck it into my mouth as she groans. Then I tease it with my teeth and look up at her from between her legs. “Damn, fucking straight this is my clit.”
“More.” She whimpers, and I put my fingers where my leaking dick wants to be. She comes in a small soft purr and a subtle shake. Not a big overdone orgasm but a gentle sweet one, almost like an appetizer.
I climb on the bed, and she scoots back. Her heart-shaped face, gentle and achingly lovely will be the thing I remember the most about today. Not the pounding I’m about to give her or the release we’ll both chase, but this moment where a shaft of light played with memory and circumstance. The light illuminating what I already know. There will never be a day where she isn’t the most beautiful thing in my life.
I kiss her gently. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”