22. Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
Annaliese
T he moment Colt’s front door closes behind us, he wraps his arms around me from behind. His mouth comes down hard on the space where my neck meets my shoulder, and his hands clench the fabric covering my hips so tightly it could tear.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access, and press my ass into his groin just so I can feel his chest rumble against my back.
“You know what ran through my mind the first time I saw you?” I ask, spinning in his embrace to face him. My hand swipes back the lock of hair that always tends to fall across his forehead, and he leans into my touch.
“Hmmm…” He pauses, thinking. “That I was an asshole and you likely wanted to kick me in the nuts.”
“True, but even though you pissed me off, and rightfully so, I still noticed how downright sexy you were. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders. I wanted so badly to climb you like a tree and have my way with you. So you could say this is a full circle moment for me.”
As soon as I kick off my shoes in his foyer, I don’t wait for him to open the secret door to put them away. I use his shoulders for leverage and place one foot on his thigh, using his thick tree trunk legs to hoist myself up on his body.
He grunts, pausing to get a better grip on me by using both hands to palm my ass.
We stumble down the dark hallway that somehow feels familiar even though I only spent one weekend here. With my eyes closed and Colt’s tongue in my mouth, I can tell we’ve passed his office. I know the bathroom is the next door to my right, and his bedroom is two more down on the left.
His steps quiet once we cross the threshold, hardwood floors changing to carpet, and he picks up the pace, nearly jogging by the time he tosses me on the bed.
I bounce once, and before I can bounce a second time he’s on me, capturing my squeal with another kiss.
And then it’s a free-for-all. My scrub top is torn off and tossed across the room. I shove my pants down before fumbling with the knot on his, ready to bite through it with my teeth before I give up and try to tug them over his muscular ass. His hands take over, undoing the knot with swift precision.
Once he’s stripped down in all his naked glory, he shuffles to sit at the head of the bed and I stand, stripping off my bra and underwear before reaching for his bedside table. I rip open the drawer and rifle through its contents.
“My God. In this entire giant house tell me you have condoms somewhere.” He doesn’t answer, and I worry his silence is a big whoops and that this has temporarily come to an end while we run down the street to the drug store. But when I look up to see him watching me with such wonder, it does something to my chest.
“Look at you,” he rasps just as my hand wraps around the telltale foil of a condom. I pull it out and turn my full attention to the man in front of me.
His back is against the wooden headboard with his massive legs spread out in front of him, sitting like a king on his throne. His broad chest heaves with every breath. Bristly hair dusting his pecs and down his stomach, and I take that moment to appreciate the effort he puts into honing what I consider the perfect body. He’s thick everywhere, strong everywhere, and it's absolutely intoxicating. And in the center of it all is secretly my favorite part, his massive cock, standing tall and waiting for me. He’s stroking himself, muscles flexing with each movement of his wrist.
I stand tall, bringing my shoulders back to slightly push my breasts out, and his jaw pops open as he watches.
With his gaze glued to me, I reach behind me to grab the end of my braid and run my hand down the knot until I feel the hair tie. I have a feeling he likes my wild hair, so I tug the band down, letting my locks spring free. I rake my fingers through the hair starting at my temples, combing the kinks and knots out, letting my wild waves bounce across my shoulders.
Colt doesn’t stop watching me, not while I comb my hair, and not while I bring the condom to my teeth to tear open the wrapper. I kneel on the bed and crawl toward him, only stopping once I’m kneeling within the V of his legs.
His nostrils flare as I slowly roll the condom down his length. Once it’s secure and the full thickness of his shaft is in my hand, worry starts to set in.
“I don’t know if this will fit,” I half-heartedly joke, whispering my worry. He’s huge, and I’m not nearly as experienced as he probably thinks I am.
He growls as he reaches his hands out to grip me by the elbow, tugging me onto his lap. I straddle his enormous thighs, and rock myself against him to gather up as much wetness as I possibly can.
“If anyone can take it baby, you can.” He pulls me in close, his mouth instantly finding my neck, and I shiver under his touch. “If anyone was made for me Annie,” he says, so quietly I almost have to strain to hear him over our heavy breathing. “It would be you.”
I lift my head to look at him and find his face tilted down. Placing my hands under his chin, I gently tilt his face up as I rise on my knees. With one hand to line us up, I notch his head at my entrance and begin to sink down.
Slowly at first, the first inch or two comes with ease, but then I feel full, so deliciously full, and I pause, whimpering against him.
“Baby,” he groans, his hands coming to my hips to still me. “You can’t make sounds like that when you’re only halfway on, I’ll come before we’ve even started.”
I look down to where we’re connected, and sure as shit I’m barely even on him. “You’re too big,” I moan, feeling the sweat bead along my back as I inch myself up and down, desperate to fit him.
His broad hands move around my hips and rock me gently as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me slowly and passionately, moving from my lips, to my neck, as one hand comes up to palm between my shoulder blades while the other wraps around my ass. He feasts on every part of my body he can reach, and I feel every muscle unwind with the movements.
We work in tandem, him inching me down while I rock against him, and I can feel the moment I’m fully seated, when he’s so deep inside me it’s a fullness I’ve never felt.
He lets out a full-bodied shudder, and I pull back, drunk and dizzy with lust.
“I might need a moment,” he croaks out. “You have no fucking idea how good you feel.”
A coy smile crosses my face. Now that I’m on him and have adjusted to his size, the initial pinch of pain has disappeared. I start to swivel my hips, my body vibrating with the need to move and he grunts, tightening his grip. His fingertips bite into my skin, urging me to slow down.
I lean forward, letting my ass arch out, and I hear his heavy pants increase. “Now, now,” I taunt, brushing my lips along his. “I think you can handle it, can’t you, Colt?”
I run my teeth along his neck, nipping along his skin until I hit his ear. I moan against him, something low and sultry and his control snaps once again.
He brings my hips up until he almost pulls out of me, then he grips hard and slams my body down on him with a grunt. I scream—I think. But it’s possible I just let out a series of gurgled nonsense. My mind turns to mush when he repeats the move again.
Over and over he brings my hips up, only to rip them down. He thrusts his body up to meet mine every time I slide down, and within seconds I feel my orgasm spark. It winds tight, and I grip his shoulders, my nails surely digging into his flesh, but he moves harder, faster, as his mouth comes down to bite the swell of my shoulder.
“Don’t hold back, baby,” he whispers into my ear. His mouth travels down to my chest, and I can feel the scrape of his day-old scruff against my tender flesh. His tongue darts out to swirl over my skin, soft and delicate before his teeth nip. “Don’t you dare hold back. Not when I finally have you, Annie. You don’t know how often I thought about this. About you. I’ll wake up any moment now and realize this was all just another dream.”
This is what I wanted. What I needed.
I’ve often wondered what it might feel like if we ever crossed this line. What it’d feel like to be in control of such a strong, powerful man. To have a man that bows to no one completely at my mercy.
I bring my head back, moving my grip from his shoulders to his face, tilting his head so our eyes lock. If he wants to see it, then I’ll let him see every lust-filled moment. I whimper his name and curl my arms around his shoulders as I bring his lips to mine. I hold the kiss while he thrusts into me, and when I'm on the precipice, right when I’m about to topple over, I scream his name.
He growls when I come, wrapping his arms around my lower back to hold me in place as I ride it out, my body squeezing every last bit from this orgasm that it can until I’m limp in his arms.
“Never heard a prettier sound than you crying out my name as you come.” He brushes the words against my ear as he moves the both of us, lying me backwards on the bed so he can cover me with his large body. The sheets are rumpled but cool against my skin, and I wrap my legs around his waist. When I finally come back down to earth, and can form a rational thought, I open my eyes and see him hovering over me, staring at me with something akin to admiration on his face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.”
My heart thunders in my chest. I’ve felt beautiful with Colt. The way he looks at me, the way he cares about me, the way he teaches me, all of it makes me feel beautiful, wanted, and important , despite what I’ve felt before.
“I should have told you months ago … there’s so much I should have told you. I … it’s just …” His head drops, hair tickling my chest briefly before he tilts his face towards mine. “You know that, right?”
I nod once, as it’s all I can do as my throat dries.
The nod must be enough, because he sinks into me again, rocking slowly at first. His hands roam my body, touching everywhere he’s never been able to touch until today. Both hands come to my face, smoothing my frizzy and damp hair away from my forehead so he can kiss my bare skin.
He’s gentle and romantic, showing me all sides of him. Sides that I don’t think he gets to share too often, or at all. Possibly sides that he didn’t know he had in him. We let our mouths and hands explore and caress. It’s perfect. Perfect until I become needy again. Perfect until I feel that coil in my lower body start to wind, and I lock my legs behind him, forcing him in deeper. I tilt my chin up to his ear, and tug his lobe between my teeth. “If you’re going to fuck me, Dr. Andrews,” I tease, barely able to contain my smirk. “Then you better fuck me like you mean it.”
Colt rises on his palms, bracketing his arms on either side of my head, the movement causing a lock of his chestnut hair to topple over his forehead. I bring my hand up to comb it back, knowing it’ll just fall forward again. And when I see the heat in Colt’s eyes as he rises on his knees, I know I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
He bends me at the hips, bringing my legs up so my heels rest on his shoulders. I squeeze my legs together and gasp at the feeling. He’s so deep, too deep now, but he’s a man on a mission. A sinister smile crosses his lips and he wraps his forearm around my legs, putting me completely at his mercy.
His rugged frame thrusts, rough, punishing thrusts, and I can’t contain the moans that escape. He keeps up that pace, hitting so hard my body is pushed up with the force, his grip tightening to keep me in place.
I feel another orgasm building and tell myself it can’t be. I’ve never come more than once during sex. But the feeling doesn’t fade, it only continues to grow and I grapple at Colt’s forearms, begging him to move faster.
“Colt, oh my God,” I whine, my back arching, head digging into the bed. I lift my hips up, only a smidge with the way he has my legs locked, but it’s enough to have him hit the perfect spot, and I scream.
Colt picks up the pace, hammering into me as I ride out my orgasm. My pussy spasms, and I feel hot tears gather at the corners of my eyes with the pressure. He must see it too, because he releases my legs and they fall open, giving him space to slide his body through so he can lay his chest on mine. His hands come to my face so he can kiss me, really kiss me. His thumbs catch my tears as they fall, swiping away each one, whispering sweet nothings as he thrusts once more. He grunts, and I can feel him clench inside me as he comes.
Colt holds me as I shudder, pressing soft, soothing kisses to my lips, my cheeks, and my neck before he pulls out. He ties off the condom and tosses it aside before he reaches for me again. Lying on his back, he maneuvers my limp body so I can drape myself across him.
I curl into his embrace, his chest becoming my pillow and I let the thud of his heartbeat steady my breaths.
He murmurs his praises to the top of my head as his hands run along my shoulders and back to calm my heaving breaths. Suddenly I feel myself getting choked up a bit. Wondering how I’ll ever be able to leave him once my residency is up. Worse than that, being with him makes me wonder if leaving is still what I want to do.