Chapter 33
Colton
The clock on the dashboard reads 3:42 when we pull into the parking lot next to the manor house. My passengers slept soundly the entire way back, Ellie’s little snores kept a smile on my face and her hand held onto my leg with a fierce grip.
Rory starts to stir as soon as I turn off the ignition. He checks the time on the dash before waving a dismissive hand in the air and snuggling back into his seat.
I leave his keys on the drivers’ seat before exiting the car as quietly as I can manage.
Ellie’s still sound asleep when I crack open her door.
“Ellie.” I whisper, “Come on, baby.” I lean down to unbuckle the seatbelt and slide my arms underneath her before lifting her from the seat.
She curls into me instantly, gripping my sweatshirt while she presses her face into my chest.
I close the door to Rory’s car as gently as I can with my foot before making my way towards the coach house. All the lights inside are off, and I’m pleasantly surprised to find that Ellie’s mom is not waiting for us in the common room like a cartoon villain.
I creep up the stairs and turn down the hallway towards my room—I consider taking her to her own room, but she sleeps so soundly in mine, and I want her to get as much rest as possible.
I gently swing the door open and flick on the light with my elbow. I make a beeline for the bed, setting Ellie down amongst the sea of blankets and pillows before turning back towards the door.
A hand grips my wrist, and I look down to find Ellie’s sleepy face staring up at me. “Don’t leave.” She breathes, her other hand drifting to my wrist.
“I’m just closing the door and shutting off the lights, you’re in my room.”
She considers this for a second before releasing her grip on my wrist.
I make quick, near-silent work of closing the door and flicking off the light switch before making my way back towards the bed.
Ellie flicks on the bedside lamp as I approach, and I notice her face is more intent and far less sleep addled.
“You should get some sleep, Ellie.” I sit on the edge of the bed and reach up to tuck a strand of golden hair behind her ear. “You’ll have a really long day of practice and tape analysis tomorrow, what with the scout coming on Monday—”
“I don’t care about the scout,” She cuts in, “And I don’t want to sleep.” She leans forward, and I think she might press a kiss to my lips, but instead she reaches for the hem of her shirt and slowly pulls it over her head. She keeps her eyes locked onto mine as she tosses her shirt to the floor and reaches for the front clasp of her bra.
“I know exactly what I want,” She breathes, trailing her hands from the clasp to where her nipples are budding underneath the thin fabric, “And I know you’re only going to be here for a few more weeks, but I think it would be so stupid not to act on these feelings.” She slowly moves her hands back to the clasp between the cups, “Wouldn’t it?” Her voice is quiet and full of longing. Words evade me, she’s the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen—I’m not sure I’ve even blinked in the past couple of minutes—but I manage to nod slowly, my mouth agape as I take in her staggering beauty.
“Then why are your clothes still on?” She snaps the clasp open, the cups of her bra falling to the sides to expose her full breasts. The sight of her already peaked nipples makes my breath flee my lungs, the bulge in my jeans pulsing with need.
“I don’t know.” I rasp as I stand from the bed.
My shirt, socks, boots and jeans are off in record breaking time, leaving me standing in my boxers in the dim lamplight.
Her eyes trail over my body, eating up every inch of me but lingering for a handful of seconds on where my cock is desperately trying to escape my boxers.
“I’m going to need some help with these,” She finally brings her eyes to mine as she tugs at the belt loops of her jeans. She trails her hands up her bare stomach, placing each of them on her breasts, teasing her nipples as she looks up at me through thick lashes.
I wet my lips before lowering my knees to the ground, leaning over the side of the bed to pepper kisses along her stomach. My hands travel up her legs, fingertips squeezing slightly as they make their way towards the button and zipper of her jeans. I look up to find her watching me intently, eyes hooded as she works her perfect breasts. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as I free the button and slowly pull the zipper downwards.
She lifts her ass off the bed as I remove the jeans, throwing them to the floor with the rest of our clothing. I think she’s expecting me to rush into it, maybe she’s hoping I will, but that’s not my style.
She squeals as I grip her hips and turn her in the blankets, pulling her to the edge of the bed so I’m kneeling in front of her. She props herself up on her elbows, her swollen breasts falling perfectly on her chest.
I pull her closer to me, resting the backs of her thighs on my shoulders and delighting in her gasp as her pussy comes within an inch of my face.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time,” I breathe against the lace material, her legs shuddering with each word.
“Please,” She whispers, one hand rising to her breasts once more, “I—I want you to, please. ”
I watch her for a moment, watch as she presses her fingers around her budded nipple, watch as her eyes flicker with pleasure and anticipation. “Colton—”
My control snaps and my eyes zero in on the small section of fabric that covers her core. She’s already wet, already seeping through the material as I reach a hand up to gently caress her.
A soft moan escapes her mouth, I love how receptive she is to my touch. I press my face against the inside of her thigh, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as I gently rub my hand up and down the near-dripping fabric between her legs. I use my index finger to hook the lace to the side, letting out a moan of my own at the sight of her.
I keep my eyes on her face as I lower my mouth to her clit. Her entire body shudders, but I hold her in place on the edge of the bed, my hands clamped atop her toned thighs while I explore her with my tongue.
She’s exquisite, I’ve been obsessing over the taste of her since she came all over my fingers last week, but this... this is enough to drive me into a frenzy. She keeps one hand on her breast as the other finds it’s way into my hair.
I lap and suck at her wetness, coaxing her clit with soft nibbles and kisses before plunging my tongue into her core. Her hips buck slightly before moving in rhythm with my tongue and I begin to devour her.
I move my right hand over to rest on the top of her pussy, my fingers ghosting over her the bundle of nerves there as I plunge and tease with my tongue. She watches my every movement, leveraging the grip she has on my hair to move her hips with the amount of force that she needs.
“Oh, my—” She’s panting now, her legs quake on my shoulders and I can feel the muscles inside her clenching tighter every time my tongue dives into her sweet center.
I work my right hand faster, increasing the grip on her leg with my other hand and basking in the feeling of pleasuring this incredible woman.
“I’m right there,” She breathes, pulling on my hair as she sits up to watch me send her over the edge. “I’m—I’m...” I watch her tumble, eyes rolling into the back of her head before she collapses into the bed. Her legs shake uncontrollably on my shoulders as I drink in her wetness. I continue to run my tongue over her while she trembles, and small, panted moans escape her. The hand she’s worked into my hair loosens its grip but doesn’t disappear.
I kiss my way up her body before both of her hands find their way to my face.
“Are you sure you want to go any further?” I ask, a little breathless. “It’s just, when the summer’s over I don’t—you’ll be here, in England and I’ll—”
“I’m sure.” She nods her head slowly, words confident and unhurried, “If we only have this, then it’ll have to be enough. I want all of you, and if I only get to have you for a few weeks, then so be it.” She drinks me in with her eyes, every inch of my face before she pulls me closer. Her lips crash into mine, her tongue finding its way past my lips and I fight to contain a feral groan as she kisses me passionately—an additional answer to my question, I realize. She pulls away from me, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as if she’s restraining herself long enough to get a few words out.
“I’m on the pill.” She pants, “I was tested at a recent doctor’s appointment but haven’t been... active in a while...”
“I haven’t had sex since I was tested two years ago.” I admit, just as breathless as her, “I’ve been too busy with the ranch and the meds I’m on make it hard sometimes—or not-so-hard , which is kinda the problem... so if that happens, please know it’s not because of you, it’s nothing personal—”
She moves one of her hands to my chin, gently dragging her thumb over my lips, “It wouldn’t matter to me.” She says softly, “I’d be content to just spend the night with you, Colton, to be in your company.” Her eyes track to where her thumb rests on my bottom lip. “Since we’re sharing, I often need a little extra... attention before sex. What you just did was—” She sucks in a breath, her eyes darting down her body to where my face just was, “ Exceptional, and I don’t think I’m going to have this issue tonight, but sometimes it can be hard for my body to produce enough natural lubrication, and it’s not an indication of how much I’m into you, or this—because I’m incredibly into you, in case you haven’t received that memo. It’s a side effect from my birth control and anxiety medication.”
“Do you mind sending me another copy of that memo?” I smile, lowering my face to hers once more, “I think I lost it—”
“You’re a terrible liar,” She muses, dragging her hands up into my hair with an answering smile, “It’s under your bed, next to that old crusty sock of yours—”
We’re both laughing when I press my mouth to hers. Her fingers anchor themselves in my hair and I nip at her bottom lip, the kiss turning from playful to passionate in just a few seconds. She moans into my mouth as I press myself into her.
Her hands trail from my hair down to where my boxers cling to my hips, “Off.” She demands, barely taking the time to remove her lips from mine.
I oblige her, removing myself from her body just long enough to step out of my boxers. The way she sits up to take me in makes my cock twitch, which in turn elicits a feral grin from Ellie.
“So, just to be clear, you do want this?” I ask as I grip myself and work my hand down my shaft.
She nods, furrowing her brows as her gaze locks onto where I’m slowly pumping myself.
“I’m going to need to hear the words, Ellie.” I growl, the look she’s giving me might be enough to make me climax without her even having to lift a finger.
“Would you like a written invitation?” She purrs, moving one hand to her breasts as she spreads her legs for me.
The sight of her completely naked, one hand working her tits as the other snakes its way down to her pussy makes me stop stroking myself—the last thing I want is to finish in my fucking hand.
“I want you, Colton, please.” The sound of my name on her lips, the way she almost moaned the word please has me in motion. She’s still at the edge of the bed, legs splayed as I step towards her. She has one hand lazily dipping between her legs, but the way she’s watching me is anything but.
I hold her gaze and line myself up with her entrance, my cock pulses as I drag it between her core and her clit. She flicks her eyes between mine and where I’m teasing her pussy. Her soft moans of approval are enough to break any semblance of control I had over myself as I slowly push myself inside of her.
“Oh,” Her moan is louder this time, and she nods slowly as I bury myself deeper. “Yes.” She hisses, throwing her head back when I fully seat myself within her.
I don’t have the words to describe how good she feels, how utterly incredible it feels to be experiencing this with her.
I give her a moment to adjust to me as I lean over her and place my hands on either side of her head. She brings one hand up to my shoulder, holding me while her other hand finds it’s way into my hair once more.
“I need you,” She breathes, her lips almost touching mine, “I need this.” She raises her legs, gripping me on both sides.
“I’ll give you whatever you need.” I promise before crushing my lips into hers. She whimpers into my mouth as I pull my hips back and gently thrust myself back into her, slowly, methodically.
Every noise she makes, every twitch and slight movement of her body is a tell—I take them all in, noting exactly what movements she likes, how deep she wants me to go, which angle she prefers.
The sounds our bodies make as I drive myself into her is orgasmic in itself, she’s practically dripping for me and if this didn’t feel so fucking good—if she weren’t moaning incoherently into my mouth, I’d be using it to clean her up.
“Fuck, you’re so deep.” She hisses, her hand tightens in my hair, “That feels so— so good .”
I give her lips a break, wanting to hear more about exactly how good I feel as I pepper her jaw and neck with slow, attentive kisses.
I’ve found a rhythm that she seems to love, and I can feel her starting to tighten around my cock.
“Yes—please, just like that.” She closes her eyes as the pleasure builds, her legs squeeze me on either side of my hips. When she opens her eyes again, they’re hooded, her brows furrowed as she rasps, “Cum with me, I need you to cum with me.” She holds my gaze, her hands fighting to keep their grip on me.
My strokes grow sloppy, less methodical and the pressure starts to build and pool. She maintains my gaze, nodding her head along with my strokes as if she can feel me losing control.
She mouths the word yes as her breaths come erratically, the arm she has around my shoulders starts to shake a little and her legs start to tense.
“Let it go, Ellie,” I breathe as I pound into her, “I’ll give you what you need.” She takes in one last shaky breath, my strokes are completely wild, my own breathing ragged as her pussy clenches around me, and she falls into her release.
At the sight of her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the feel of her arms and legs quaking and her inner walls convulsing around me, I follow her descent into pleasure.
I groan loudly, gripping the bed sheets with one hand as my other finds its way to Ellie’s hip and squeezes. I empty myself into her, her grip tightens on me, her shaking legs pinning my hips in place while I fill her pussy.
My forehead is pressed to hers as we pant together, our chests lifting and falling as she continues to spasm around me.
Her grip on my hair loosens, the arm around my shoulder flails down onto the bed behind her head as she watches my face.
“When—” She catches her breath, “When, exactly, will you be ready to do that again?” Her deep green eyes bore into mine, a cheeky smile on her swollen lips.
“Just say the word, sweetheart.” I rasp, my cock already pulsing with the need to thrust again. I press a gentle kiss to her lips, “Whatever you need.”