Chapter 22 Kolton
Kolton
Sloane’s lips pressed to mine, which alone would have been enough to steal my senses.
At the same time, her silken fingers slid inside my waistband and smoothed over the skin of my dick, and that touch had my knees nearly buckling.
I pulled my mouth from hers and gasped as she wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Shit, Diva.”
With the hand not squeezing me, she unbuttoned my pants and dragged them down my hips. “I want you, baby. Nobody but you.”
She tugged my pants lower, then dropped to the couch behind her, her hand on my ass drawing me closer.
Her lips brushed sweet kisses across my crown, and when her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock, my knees did buckle.
My hands slammed into the back of the couch as I tried to keep from dropping my weight on top of her.
Sloane hummed, and the sound vibrated through my erection before shock waves resonated through my stomach. It gave me strength, gave me a hint of my favorite sound in the entire world.
But one suck had my arms almost giving out.
When I looked down at her, her brown eyes were locked on mine, and they glittered like diamonds. The sight of her there, her lips and tongue sweeping across my tip like I was a goddamn microphone before she slid back down my shaft, was straight out of my wildest fantasy.
With both hands kneading my ass, Sloane tugged me forward, taking me so deep I could feel the back of her throat.
I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop myself from rocking into her, and she held on tight, hands sliding down the backs of my thighs as she sucked and sucked and sucked.
She swallowed against me, her throat squeezing my crown as her mouth tightened on my shaft, and I died and went to fucking heaven only to have her do it again.
Perhaps it was her innocence—she’d fully admitted she’d never given a blow job before me—or perhaps it was the fact that I’d literally dreamed of being able to touch Sloane Rivera for so long it was downright embarrassing, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful face.
And I couldn’t help but fall even harder for this woman who meant everything to me.
With tears in her eyes, Sloane pulled her mouth off my dick, and I tried to summon the strength to lift myself off the couch so I could make her feel even a fraction as good as I did.
Only, she licked me again, her flattened tongue sweeping slowly across my tip and sliding into my slit at the same time her fingers played the insides of my thighs like her fucking piano keys.
I squirmed, every nerve in my body firing, as she touched me, cupped my balls, and she licked and sucked, this slow intensity that was better than anything I’d ever felt.
My fingers dug into the back of the couch, my hips jerked as she gave a long, hard suck.
Something in my pelvis felt like it might snap, break in two, shatter into a million bits.
Then a wave hit me, all lightning and energy, warmth and pure bliss.
I cried out, my back arching as something wrenched me open until I was spilling everything in me onto her soft, satin tongue.
My eyes couldn’t focus, couldn’t find hers as my life force drained out of me.
The only thing I was aware of was the strain in my muscles as I tried so desperately not to collapse on top of her, and the tiny movements of her tongue and throat as she swallowed, swallowed everything I gave her like it was her favorite wine and would keep coming back for more.
When I was fully drained, when there was nothing left of me but an empty husk, Sloane let out a giggle. Her talented hands smoothed up my thighs, over my ass, and across my abs as she slid them under my shirt.
“You okay, baby?” she asked—whispered really, unless my ears were failing me too.
When I managed a faint nod, she moved her hands and her arms and her body, somehow guiding me until I was lying on the couch.
Until she was tucked under my arm, her body pressed to mine, her fingers strumming me like a goddamn instrument.
It took a long moment to come back to myself, to become aware that we’d somehow gotten here to our suite after my frantic, mad dash across the hotel. But Sloane had stolen something straight from my head, because I couldn’t for the life of me remember what was going on.
“What were we talking about?” My voice came out strangled, like it was my throat that had just been pummeled, not hers.
She giggled again. Her fingers traced along the trail of hair beneath my belly button, not stopping where it would have if I’d still been clothed.
And shit, I was still so sensitive. I wanted to grab her hand and stop her so my mind didn’t explode, but I couldn’t muster up the strength.
Somehow, though, my hand made it onto my stomach, and she found me, sliding her fingers between mine before squeezing gently.
“I was telling you,” she said before lifting up to press a kiss to my jaw, “that I want you, Kolton.”
“I think—” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. “I think I caught that part?”
Her laughter sounded like wind chimes, beautiful as it tinkled in the air. “And I don’t want anyone else.” I nodded, still unable to form words with my mouth. “And I called you my boyfriend, and I hope that’s okay, because—”
“How is this real?” I muttered to myself, though by the glint in her eyes as she looked up at me, I realized it came out aloud.
She loosened her grip on my fingers, brought her hand to my face. “Do you want it to be?”
“Diva.” I found strength I didn’t know I had and lifted my arm, cupping her shoulder, her cheek. “I want this to be real more than I want anything in my life. I just can’t believe that you—fucking Sloane Rivera—could possibly want… me.”
She leaned forward, pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m just me,” I whispered, scared if I said it too loud, she’d see the truth. “I’m just a guy with a thousand fears and nothing good to offer and—”
She stopped me with her fingers on my lips.
“That is your sisters talking. You are a catch, Kolton. You made me remember who I am during a time in my life where I wasn’t sure I’d ever smile again.
You inspire me, baby. I can’t look at you without new lyrics popping into my head, can’t touch you without new songs forming on my lips.
You make me feel things I never dreamed could be real.
The kinds of things you only ever read about in those steamy romance books with the half-naked guys on the cover. ”
“Oh my god, you read those too?” I slapped my hand across my mouth as my eyes fucking bugged out of my head.
Sloane grinned, eyes alight and shining. “It’s my guilty pleasure.”
“Mine too,” I mumbled before she pulled my hand away and pecked my lips.
“My sister used to force me to read them before I probably should have been allowed. It should have been traumatizing, but I secretly enjoy them, and I have never told another soul and oh my god I just told you one of my biggest secrets in the entire world.”
She giggled again. Pressed her lips to mine. “It shows that you like them. They don’t make men like you in real life. If you weren’t here with me right now, I wouldn’t believe you’re real.”
My cheeks heated and I was sure they were flaming red.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck and caught a whiff of her perfume.
It messed with my head, made saliva pool in my mouth while my heart thudded in my chest. My fingers took on a life of their own, refusing to acknowledge the signals from my brain telling them I didn’t have the strength to move and smoothing down Sloane’s body.
My lips found warm skin, and my beautiful diva gasped as I gave a long, languid lick to her throat before I sucked and nipped along her jaw.
She moved her own hands, rubbing her fingertips across my stomach, over my hips and down my thigh before coming back up the other side and starting over again.
Each circle had my dick stirring until it felt like some sort of voodoo magic, whatever the hell she was doing to me.
She’d sucked me dry. I could barely move.
And yet my cock was so hard it was painful.
The little tease shifted her body, climbing on top of my thighs so she could stare down at the evidence of my arousal.
When she gripped my erection, I cursed myself for teaching her how I liked to be touched.
But then she slid her thumb over my sensitive crown, spreading precum across my skin, and those curses were nothing more than jumbled noises that spilled from my lips to be forgotten before they could form.
“Do you have any idea what this does to me, Kolton?” she asked as my back arched off the couch and my hips jerked into her palm. “Seeing you like this makes me feel so powerful. Like, this silly girl with silly dreams has the ability to make such a strong, virile man come undone with just a touch.”
“Oh fuck, don’t stop.” My hands fisted at my sides, grabbing at the couch cushion to try to control myself. But Sloane leaned over me, her lips burning a path up my chest as her stomach added a sweet pressure to her hand wrapped around my dick.
“Show me what you want, baby. I want to make you feel good.”
“Fuck!” I thrust into her hand, wanting to tell her the only thing I wanted was her, right here, right now…
and maybe the strength to pick her up and carry her to a bed because the couch was a little small.
All I could manage, though, was to release my grip on the couch and to slide my hands up her smooth thighs.
That movement must have been enough of a response. Sloane pushed my shirt up with both hands, baring the rest of my chest. Then she turned her hands on herself, stripping off the pretty shirt she’d been wearing before she flicked the fastening of her bra and her breasts tumbled free.