12 | Comin’ inside 🔥🔥🔥
CLEMENTINE
Colton eases me back onto the bed, towel still wrapped around me, but we both know it won’t last long. His weight dips the mattress, one hand braced near my head while the other trails slow up my thigh, rough palm against damp skin.
“Seven years, Tiny.” His voice is gravel and heat, enough to make my stomach flip. “You remember the way you used to come apart on my cock?”
I swallow, pulse hammering, but I can’t look away. “Yes.”
That lazy half-smile ghosts across his mouth, dangerous as sin. “Mhm. So do I. I remember every fuckin’ second of it.”
His knee wedges between my thighs, sliding up until he stops just short of where I want him. Heat floods my cheeks, my neck, and Colton dips his head, mouth brushing my jaw.
“Let’s see if you’re still as good at takin’ orders as I remember.” He brings his thumb to my lips, rough pad dragging across until they part. “Open for me, darlin’.”
He says it so calmly, so confidently—suddenly I’m a teenager with a crush on her best friend’s brother again—ready to do just about anything he tells me to. My mouth obeys before my brain catches up, and he slides his thumb inside, pressing down heavy on my tongue.
“Yeah,” he drawls, eyes dark, locked on mine. “Just like that. Suck.”
A sound escapes me as I curl my tongue around his thumb and suck him in deeper.
“Atta girl.” He pulls his thumb free with a wet pop, dragging it down my chin. “You gonna keep bein’ that sweet and obedient for me?”
My chest rises fast, ribs straining against the towel. “Colt…”
He leans close, lips brushing my ear, voice rough enough to scrape. “I’m gonna need a yes or no, Clementine.”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
“Good.” His grin is pure promise. “Now lose the towel, baby girl.”
My fingers tug it loose, fabric sliding away, leaving me bare beneath him. His gaze rakes over me, slow and appreciative, like he’s cataloging every inch he’s missed. A big hand slides under my ass, giving a squeeze. “Lift your hips for me.”
I do, and he drags the towel out, replacing it with a pillow to angle me up. Then he cradles my nape, lifting my head and putting a pillow there too. “How’s that? You comfortable?”
I shift around a little. “Yes.”
“Good.” His mouth finds the inside of my thigh, breath warm against my skin as he settles between my legs. His arm hooks around my thigh, hand pressing low on my belly—and then his mouth is on me. No warning. Just lust and hunger, his hot tongue sliding into me.
I arch off the bed, gasping. “Christ, Colton—”
“Mhm.” His hum vibrates against my clit. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
His tongue drags up, perfect pressure as he laps at me, rough and gentle all at once. “Goddamn, Tiny, you’re sweeter than I remembered.”
His fingers find my clit, circling, steady and relentless.
I squeal, thighs clamping around his head, but he just grins up at me, fingers never letting up. “That good, sweetheart?”
He dives back down, licks me bold and slow, right through my center, and I’m unraveling fast.
“Shit, Clementine, you this close already?” He pulls back, licking his lips. “Not yet, sweet girl. You’re gonna hold it for me.”
I whimper, and he eats the sound up, grinning like the devil. “I fuckin’ love that noise.”
He shifts, sitting back on his heels, his cock tenting the towel. “You wanna touch me, Clementine?”
“Yes,” I breathe, pushing myself up to my elbows.
He untucks the towel slowly, letting it fall, revealing himself—thick and rock hard. “Go on then, girl. Take what you want.”
I trail the tips of my fingers down the hard lines of his abs, along the line of dark hair that trails from his belly button to his shaft. He twitches under my touch when I wrap my hand around him, softly pumping up and down.
A growl rips from him, and his lips brush the top of my head, voice rough as gravel. “Fuck yeah. Just like that, Tiny. Wrap those pretty fingers tighter ’round me.”
Heat shoots up my spine, and I pump faster, twisting a little every time I pull up.
His hips buck into my hand once, twice, before he catches himself. “Careful, darlin’. You stroke me like that too long, and this’ll be over before I even get inside you.”
My cheeks flame, but I don’t let go. His cock is thick and heavy in my palm, velvety skin stretched tight over bulging veins, and I can’t help but give him another squeeze. His breath hisses between his teeth.
“Jesus, Clementine.” His hand covers mine, slowing the motion until we stop altogether. “As much as I love the thought of painting that pretty chest of yours, that’s not how tonight ends.”
He peels my hand away and plants it against the mattress. “You remember how I used to take care of you? Slow at first. Making sure you were ready for me, beggin’ for it?” His tone drops into a filthy rasp. “That’s how we’re doin’ it tonight. Only difference is—it’ll be better. Much, much better.”
I shiver, anticipation rolling through me. He slides his fingers through my slick folds, stroking lazily. “The things I’m gonna do to you, Tiny… You been thinkin’ about this, haven’t you? Thinkin’ about me stretchin’ you open again?”
“Yes,” I whisper, shameless.
Colton smirks like the devil himself. “Good girl.” Two fingers ease inside, slow but sure, curling just right, and my head falls back against the pillow with a soft cry. His thumb finds my clit, circling in perfect rhythm, steady and cruel.
“You know what I think about when I’m by myself, Tiny?” His voice is rough, his eyes locked on where his hand is working me. “I think about buryin’ myself inside you, makin’ you scream my name, watchin’ you fall apart on my cock.”
“Colt—” My voice breaks on his name, pleasure surging higher.
Just when I start slipping again, he pulls his fingers back and licks them clean, slow and filthy. “Not yet, darlin’. You’re not comin’ ’til I’m buried inside you.”
He fists his cock, guiding it to my entrance, rubbing the thick head through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal until I’m trembling with need. “Look at me, Clementine.”
My eyes fly open, meeting his dark, burning gaze.
“That’s it. Watch me slide into this sweet pussy again. Watch me come home.”
And then he pushes in—slow, steady, stretching me open, inch by inch. My nails rake down his back as my body fights to take him, burning, aching, until he bottoms out, hips flush with mine.
“Fuck.” His forehead presses to mine, breath ragged. “Still so damn tight around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
I moan, rocking my hips, desperate for him to move—for that sharp friction I remember so clearly.
Colt groans low, bracing himself. “Easy, Tiny. Let me set the pace. You need to adjust to me, baby. Then I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll forget how to say any name but mine.”
He slowly rolls his hips and the sensation knocks the air from my lungs.
“God fucking damnit, Clementine,” he murmurs, brows furrowed as he fights for control. “Feel that? Tell me that’s not the best fucking feeling in the world. Tell me we weren’t made for each other.”
Every slow thrust drags fire through me, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain, but I don’t care—I want more, need more.
“Colt,” I gasp, writhing beneath him, “please—”
“Shh.” His hand slides up, cups my jaw, thumb stroking along my cheekbone. “Don’t beg yet, darlin’. That comes later. Right now you’re gonna take what I give you.”
He pulls nearly all the way out, then pushes back in, deeper this time. My body arches to meet him, my slick walls gripping every inch, and I let out a broken sob.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, voice breaking with hunger. “So pretty. You always did make the prettiest noises.”
He shifts his angle, and the head of his cock finds that perfect spot, the one that makes stars burst behind my eyes. I cry out, clutching his shoulders, but Colt only smirks, proud, and does it again.
“Yeah, there it is,” he growls, picking up the pace, each thrust harder, sharper. “That little spot that makes you lose your mind. Knew I’d still have you mapped out.”
I can’t stop the sounds tearing out of me—moans, broken pleas, sobs. And he drinks them down like whiskey, eyes locked on mine, relentless.
“Tell me who’s makin’ you feel like this, Clementine,” he demands, hips snapping forward.
“You,” I cry, head falling back, “you, Colt—fuck—”
“That’s right.” He nips at my throat, hips grinding deep. “Say it louder. I want the whole fuckin’ world to know.”
His free hand slides between us, thumb grinding my clit in ruthless circles. My whole body seizes, heat and pressure crashing down, and I sob his name, pleasure ripping through me hard and fast.
His thrusts get rougher, deeper, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. His jaw flexes, sweat dripping down his temple as he growls against my mouth.
“Fuck, Tiny—I’m right there.” His hips slam flush with mine, grinding in deep like he’s trying to carve himself into me. His voice drops lower, dangerous and sure. “You gonna let me finish inside you? Mm?”
My breath catches, the words almost undoing me on the spot.
He groans, teeth grazing my jaw as he drives in again. “Say the word, Clementine. Stop me now if you don’t want it, ‘cause otherwise—” another thrust, brutal and perfect “—I’m comin’ right inside you.”
“Do it.”
That’s all it takes. He snarls, shoving in hard and deep, his hips locking tight to mine as his cock throbs, pulsing heat into me. The shock of it pushes me over the edge, my body clenching down on him like I never want to let go.
“Goddamn, that’s it, Tiny—milk me dry.” His voice is ragged, raw, every word gutted out against my ear as I shatter around him. “Fuck—you’re squeezin’ me so good, sweetheart—I can feel you takin’ every drop.”
I cry out his name, thighs trembling, my whole body bowing into his. The world narrows to the way he fills me, the way his release spills hot and deep, the way his lips catch my broken moans as his hips grind through both our aftershocks.
When the storm finally breaks, he stays buried in me, his chest heaving against mine, his sweaty forehead pressed to my temple. “Seven years,” he rasps, still catching his breath. “And you still ruin me, Clementine.”
I can’t even muster up the energy to speak, just lie there, eyes closed, breathing in his air.
He props himself up on one elbow, his palm dragging slow from my throat down my chest and over my belly, making me shiver. “I’m lettin’ the calves out this afternoon—the littlest ones. First time in the pen. They’ll go crazy, bouncin’ all over the place. It’s real cute, Tiny. You’ll love it.”
I gather myself enough to push him off gently, reaching for the towel to clean up. “That does sound adorable, but the contractor’s stopping by later. I need to meet with him.”
“Right.” Colton rolls onto his back with a sigh. “I could swing by tonight, though. Or take you outwhatever you’d rather.”
I freeze, towel clutched to my chest, and glance at him. “You do realize this was a one-time thing, right?”
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Yeah. Yeah—I did it again. You were all starting to get way too comfortable ??