THREE
COLT
Blair wouldn’t be the first one to back out after seeing my cock. Some people didn’t really fuck with the piercings and others didn’t care for the size. With men, it wasn’t as much of a problem, because I usually bottomed. With women, there was just about a fifty-fifty chance.
I don’t want to pressure her, but she’s either going to have to make a decision or witness a pathetic handjob soon, because I’m already leaking like a dripping faucet and not doing anything about it was killing me.
Blair lies back down, head against the pillow, and looks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. I quirk a brow.
“Is that your way of saying yes?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. Her confidence seems to come and go. When we get in a flow, she’s quick to respond and doesn’t seem to overthink everything she says. When there’s time for her brain to get overly involved, I get a different side of her.
Instead of pushing her out of her comfort zone, I lower myself until our bodies align, holding my weight on my elbows as I kiss her. She likes being kissed, I noticed. She makes the prettiest little noises—ones I’m not even sure she’s aware she’s making.
“Roll onto your belly, baby,” I tell her, pulling away again to give her room to do so as I grab my wallet from the pocket of my discarded jeans. She props her head up on her folded arms, watching me over her shoulder while I pull out a condom from it.
“Impressive,” she jokes when I tear it open with my teeth, just like I’d imagined when I learned the trick several years ago for the sole purpose of impressing partners.
“I thought so. Up on your hands and knees. Trust me, it’ll feel incredible for you.”
She narrows her eyes a bit. I can almost guess the thoughts in her mind, because I’ve heard it enough when I tell women that.
How would you even know? Truthfully, I wouldn’t…
not for certain, at least. But a Jacob’s Ladder running over my prostate felt pretty fucking life-changing when I met a man I could experience that with, so I’d imagine it’s at least a little bit comparable to how mine will feel on her G-spot.
My eyes rake over her while I roll the condom on. She’s fucking gorgeous. Petite little body with olive-toned skin and the cutest birthmark on her left ass cheek.
I hook two fingers inside her and she groans, hanging her head. Her breath hitches when I find her G-spot. “There it is. Imagine eight barbells rubbing across this with every movement I make.”
She shivers and I use the distraction to push in a third finger, stretching her a bit so she’s ready for me.
“I’m gonna make you come again on my fingers and then I’ll fuck you.”
Blair groans, moving her hips side to side lazily. “Colt, I don’t need any more foreplay.”
“It’s not about that, baby.” It definitely is. “I’m just greedy to watch you come again. When I’m inside you, I’m scared I’ll be too focused on not busting my load immediately, I won’t get to see how well your gorgeous fucking body comes apart for me again.”
I snake my other arm around beneath her and she sucks in her stomach, like I give a shit about that.
“What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” I tell her again, pressing just above her pubic bone and crooking my fingers at the same time. She gasps and I hide my grin against her neck. “The quicker you come, the quicker you get my cock.”
“You’re a sadist,” she whines.
“Now, darlin’, if I was a sadist, I wouldn’t let you come at all.”
I move my hand on her stomach a bit, pressing a bit harder since gravity’s working against me until she chokes out another moan.
“Attagirl, come for me, Blair. Let me have it.”
She’s just as pretty when she falls apart this time as she was the first time, and I feel a bit like a dirtbag for not helping her ride it out, but I’m about to embarrass the shit out of myself here.
“Ready?” Blair turns her head to look behind her. Her eyes flick down to my cock as I fist it but then she nods.
“Fucking shit, you’re so tight,” I swear as I press in slowly. Her breath hitches and my grip on her hips tightens. “Good?”
“You’re really big,” she pants, but it doesn’t sound complimentary.
“Do you need me to stop? Am I hurting you?” My dick hates me right now.
She squeezes around my cock, and I groan.
“Blair, baby, you can’t do that right now.
Holy shit.” Maybe it’s best that I never see her again after this.
What woman wants another round with a man who shoots his load in 0. 2 seconds? I swear I’m halfway there.
“No, don’t stop.” She bends her elbows to lay her chest against the bed, cheeks flushed. It changes the angle and makes her incredible ass look even better. “It burns a little, but… I think I like it. ”
“Jesus fuck, you’re perfect,” I whimper, continuing forward until I’ve reached the end of her.
“You good?” I pray to every deity I know the name of, and some I just made up, that she says she’s fine so I can keep going.
She nods, and I decide to find a church in whatever town I’m in next Sunday to thank God personally. I pull out slowly and push back in at the same speed, watching as Blair’s eyes go half-lidded and she moans at the friction of my piercings inside her.
“You can go faster.”
I snort out a disbelieving laugh. “The pace is for me, baby, not you. If I go any faster, this will be over with in, like, a minute. Max.”
“That’s what round two is for,” she argues, lifting her body back up on her arms again and pushing back against me greedily. “Please, cowboy?”
For my own sanity, I have to close my eyes. My family always accused me of using my dimples and puppy dog eyes to get my way, but I think Blair may have me beat without even trying.
“Fuck it.”
If I could somehow record the squeal Blair makes when I up my pace, without being a certified creeper, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Put it in the paw of a teddy bear to squeeze any time I had to resort to my right hand while on the circuit.
“Oh my god,” she whines, lolling her head back. I take it as a sign to wrap my fist around her gorgeous black hair and tug a bit, hoping she’ll appreciate it. If the way her cunt tightens around my cock is any indication, she does. A lot.
“Are you anywhere near close?” I pant, the fingers of my other hand digging into her hip. In my mind, I imagine one of the heifers back home giving birth in an attempt to stave off my orgasm.
It’s not working.
She slips one of her hands beneath her, tugging against my grip a bit. I feel the tips of her nails against my shaft as it moves and she moans, starting to circle her clit.
“Fuck, yes, Blair. Make yourself come all over my cock, baby.”
The first tremor that runs through her is my downfall.
I bury myself as deep as possible, until I feel resistance.
The caveman part of my brain tells me to breed her, to lock this incredible woman down and give her a ring and my child…
children… tons of them. Unfortunately, for that side of me—though pretty fucking fortunate for the immature bull rider that I am—I’m wearing a condom.
It takes a minute for me to regain enough sense to pull out of her, pressing a kiss to the dimple in her back when she whines at the loss. I deal with the condom, tossing it in the bathroom waste bin and bringing back a wet washcloth for her.
In the end, the washcloth is a bit pointless. We’re going another round not twenty minutes later, with her on top this time. I lose count of how many rounds we go, but I know that when I finally fall asleep, her head’s on my chest.
When I wake up, she’s gone.