Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTTEEN
COLT
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Well, my plan didn’t fucking work. Dinner, sex, and then more sex. That was the plan. Then I’d then head back to New York and have Riley Scott and all her sexy magnetic magic out of my system.
The order of things got mixed up, but I’m not surprised we had sex first. Except she’s not anywhere close to being out of my system.
Like that delicious first taste of sugar, all I want is more.
More, more, more.
I doubt the next ten hours will change anything either. Her body is divine, and I swear she’s even more beautiful in real life.
The dress was a random purchase while walking past the Balenciaga store a few hours before I jetted off. I was right, it looks fucking stunning on her. Especially in the candlelight, as those blue eyes of hers fought to hide her lust.
Over the weeks that we’ve talked, Riley has never asked much about my work or wealth. I liked that she wasn’t interested. It was refreshing. So tonight, when she brought it up and the need to hide, to lie, about the Obsidian Club’s more adult side of things arose, I didn’t want to talk about it.
I don’t like lying to her.
But she can never know about it.
It was also the first time in my life that I’ve been...I nearly said ashamed. That’s not entirely true. But it’s also not untrue.
She wouldn’t like it.
I have no doubt about that, and it bothers me.
Seeing the judgement in her eyes wouldn’t sit right. I want to remember her looking at me like she did tonight. Like I’m perfect.
I’m not.
We both know that.
But the bubble we’re both living in right now is euphoric, and I want it to last for as long as possible.
Once I return to the United States, and before The Final Rose begins its promotion, I’ll say goodbye to Riley and tell her much I've enjoyed this time with her.
My jaw clenches with the realization that it’s going to be difficult, after being with her, to desire another woman.
For a while.
The timing is really fucking terrible, but the opportunity might not be offered again, and men with a net worth the size of mine can have trouble finding the right woman. Someone they can trust.
Ask Jack who is six feet under.
The show, the prenup, the process—it takes me on an assisted journey, at high speed, where I meet over thirty women. Statistically, one of them will be a good match.
If I take love out of the equation.
It does mean I’ll be breaking the pledge I made with the boys, but fuck.
We were still kids.
The woman I could potentially spend my life with might be one of the contestants. Or not. I spoke to my attorney, and he agreed that the marriage can be annulled. Or we can divorce.
I’m not Catholic.
There’s one other small detail. I need to tell my parents. They won’t be happy.
Neither will Riley.
Guilt, which has no place showing up, glides through me as I glance down into her eyes.
“I can walk.”
“You don’t need feet anymore. I’m going to carry you everywhere.”
She giggles, and my whole world gets brighter.
The elevator pings when it reaches the penthouse floor of the Dufort Hotel, and I step out.
In the middle of the floor, I realize I’m being ridiculous and lower her to the ground. She loops her arms around my neck, and I kiss her again. Slow, sexy, and laced with the fire of a thousand suns.
Then, as we part, I see a flash of vulnerability.
“I don’t want to ask, but when—”
“Tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she lies.
I brush my knuckles over her cheekbone.
“You really came a long way for one night.”
“Worth it. Now, come here.” I cup her ass, tugging her against my hard cock, then find the zip and let the fabric of the ten-thousand-dollar dress fall to the floor.
Wearing only a pair of extremely sexy white lace panties, Riley pushes my dinner suit jacket off my shoulders and starts unbuttoning my shirt while I play with her perfect breasts.
I see a lot of naked women. Daily. I could lie and say I’m immune, but I won’t. Tits come in all shapes and sizes. Pierced, fake, natural, whatever.
Riley’s?
I can’t keep my hands off them and my mouth is watering to get one of the hard buds between my teeth and swirl my tongue around it.
She liked what I did earlier.
I take over her fumbles to undo my belt and pants, impatient to be inside her again. Tossing them across the floor, I’m about to grab her hips when... surprising the ever-loving fuck out of me, Riley drops to her knees.
“Christ,” I groan as she wraps a hand around my shaft and slowly licks the head of my cock.
“Can I?”
“Never ask. Never fucking ask. My cock is yours,” I reply without thinking.
For tonight.
If it weren’t against the law, I’d kidnap this incredible creature and lock her in my Manhattan penthouse, never telling anyone she exists.
My cock would know.
Oh, dear lord, would my cock know.
Morning, noon, and night.
Shocking me again, she takes my cock into her mouth in one movement while keeping her eyes on me, and I almost ejaculate right down her throat.
“Jesus,” I grip her hair tightly.
I don’t think as I grip the other side of her head and start fucking her mouth. Fast. Desperate. Obsessed.
“I need to hear you gagging,” I rasp, my pants jagged as I feel my orgasm race to the surface. “See your saliva dripping from your mouth as I fill your throat.”
Am I dreaming?
This woman is a dream.
Her breasts bounce as my dick slams in and out of her pretty face. If it were physically possible, I’d have my fingers inside her cunt and on my face.
I want to destroy this woman, taking everything I can before our time runs out.
“Shit!” I yell as her throat tightens around my shaft. “Riley, fuck.”
As cum rockets from me, I tug out and grab my cock, painting her chin and gorgeous tits with my seed. There’s something raw and predatory about doing it that makes me want to puff out my chest and claim her.
But she doesn’t belong to me.
Reaching, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me while licking her fucking sexy lips.
Carrying her to the sofa, I lay Riley down and watch as her legs fall apart, welcoming me in.
“Such a naughty little gardener.” My fingers loop through the white lace and slide her panties off. “What sort of tourist would I be if I didn’t taste the local delicacies?”
She gives me the sexiest smile as she wriggles right as I lean in and flick my tongue against her clit.
“Holy fuck.”
“What was that?”
“Do it again. More, Colt.”
“Do I hear begging? Do you want more of my tongue?” I gently swipe her folds.
“Yes, please.”
“That’s a good girl,” I plunge two fingers into her pussy, then suck on her hard nub.
Riley cries out.
Lap after lap, I soak up her juices, savoring all of it and locking it into my memory. Every minute with Riley is far more than I’d anticipated and I know it's going to be hard to leave her.
Pressing my face into her flesh, I eat her like I’m starving.
I am.
For her.
My cock is already hard again, throbbing eagerly. Being inside this woman is my only goal in life at this very minute. To feel the pleasure of her sucking me into her cunt.
Riley screams as her orgasm blasts through her, and I move fast. My body covers hers as my cock presses in, the fat head slipping in.
Then I thrust.
“Fuck!” I cry.
Our mouths collide, scorching heat smothering us as the world vanishes. Nothing but pleasure and the exquisite rightness of our bodies coming together exists.
“Fuck me, Colt,” Riley pleads. “Hard. Take everything.”
“Like this,” I growl, gripping the back of her head. “Like you fucking belong to me?”
“Yes, yes.”
You do belong to me.
What?
Fire rockets down my spine before I can overthink that anymore, and when Riley clenches tighter and my cock swells, I know I’m close.
I take her mouth again, and squeeze her breast, pinching a nipple and preening as she gasps.
“Strangle my cock, baby,” I demand as my balls lift, preparing to ejaculate.
“Colt,” she cups my face. “This is...god, this is...”
I know.
I fucking know.
Nothing has ever felt like this. It’s so much more. She is so much more.
Our eyes lock together, speaking the words we don’t have, and as our orgasms rip through us, I take her mouth in mine.
This wasn’t meant to feel this good.
Physically, yes, but I feel her inside of me. The need to keep hold of her, simply to keep her is foreign and powerful.
It’s terrifying and yet, nothing within me wants to fight it.
Our tongues entwine, and I cherish the sweet taste of her mouth while my cock moves in and out of her more slowly now.
Riley runs her hand over my hair, affectionately, and I melt into her touch.
Reluctantly I release her lips, and slowly the world around us returns.
The scent of her pussy on my lips.
The dull humming of the air conditioning.
The hotel sofa underneath us.
The truth that this can be all we ever have.
“Wow.” Her smile hints at her exhaustion.
“You’re so fucking amazing.” I kiss her as I start pulling out. If—
I freeze.
Riley’s eyes go wide at the same time.
“Fuck,” I curse as we stare at one another. “I’m sorry. I’ve never...Jesus, I’ve never done that before.”
“Forgot a condom?” She wriggles under me and I pull out completely, reaching for the box of tissues, which, thank god, is right in front of us.
I’ve never fucked a woman bareback.
Ever.
How did I not fucking notice?
“Yes. No. Shit. Yes, I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.” I lean back on my heels and wipe my cock.
Riley reaches for the tissues, almost falling off the sofa.
“Christ, baby, sorry. Here.” I quickly tear a bunch of tissues out of the box and clean her up.
“Let me use the bathroom. Don’t panic.” Riley says, giving me a smile as she darts away.
Don’t panic?
Is she taking birth control?
Why didn’t she come right out and say it to reassure me? Fucking hell, this isn’t good.
I sit with my dick in my hand, covered in tissues, waiting for her to return.
I am fucking panicking.