Chapter 4 Colten
FOUR
COLTEN
Is it possible to be turned on and completely fucking enraged at the same time?
Because my cock is as hard as a diamond, but my body is ready to murder anyone that touches what belongs to me.
Yes, I hear it.
How totally fucking gone I am for the one woman I can never have.
It’s unfair of me to feel this way, because ultimately, I want Lexi to be happy. More than want, in fact.
I need it almost as badly as I need her.
I blow out a long breath as I stare down at the two photos she’s sent so far.
Both are a little sexy but also modest and definitely appropriate for a first date, but the irrational part of me that never wants another man to look at her still thinks there’s entirely too much skin on show.
I’m a walking, talking contradiction when it comes to Lexi.
Not a single part of me dislikes other men seeing the videos she makes for them, but a man seeing her in the flesh? Enjoying her body in a way that I only want for myself? That makes me fucking murderous.
Another message comes through, and my body locks up tight the same way it always does seeing her perfection.
The black lingerie I vaguely recognize from a video she made a few weeks ago clings to her like it was made just for her, and I have no choice but to squeeze my cock, throbbing painfully beneath my zipper.
Wildcat: Option three is just for you *heart emoji*
Wildcat: *sent a photo*
Her sinful body only seems to call to me more by the day, and not for the first time, I wonder if I should walk away. Leaving Cruz high and dry would be a shitty thing to do, but defiling his sister must be worse…right?
I glance around the office and find myself alone. With all the changes in the family, people have been here a lot more than normal, but today I’m alone, and that’s the only confirmation I need before I’m pulling my cock from my pants and giving it a few rough pumps.
CJP: Fuck, Wildcat. Your body is everything.
CJP: Are you going to wear that for him?
Wildcat: No. It’s just for you today.
I groan as precum pools on my tip, and the image of painting her pouty lips fills my mind.
The number of times I’ve jacked off to Lexi has long since passed acceptable, but I can’t find it in myself to care.
It would be rude not to.
CJP: Your date is a lucky son of a bitch.
Wildcat: I don’t know about that.
CJP: I do. Any man that gets any piece of you is lucky.
I hesitate to press send, but at this point, our time like this is going to come to an end soon.
Because even if Nico Sinclair isn’t what she’s looking for, now that she’s started the process with the Mafia Matchmaker, it’s only a matter of time before they find someone that is, and the only thing I know with complete certainty is that it won’t be me.
When Cruz signed himself up, he floated the idea of me going through the process as well, but the thought of being with anyone but Lexi makes me sick to my stomach.
I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone than a minute with a woman who isn’t Lexi.
And I don’t think I could handle not matching with her. I know in my soul that she’s mine, and has been for longer than I care to admit, but the thought that some algorithm could find us as anything other than a perfect match…
I’m dragged out of my thoughts by another message, and I just about swallow my tongue when I see what she’s sent.
Wildcat: Just for you *wink emoji*
Wildcat: *sent a photo*
She’s spread across the bed, a layer of dresses beneath her, with her free hand dipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
Fuck.
Every time I think I can’t fall any harder for her, she pulls a stunt like this, and I fall all over again.
CJP: Fuck. Are you feeling needy?
CJP: You have me stroking my cock at work, Wildcat. You’re breathtaking.
Wildcat: I need a little something to take the edge off.
Wildcat: You’ve been working so hard, and I want to help you relieve some tension.
Wildcat: Will you let me help?
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
This woman ruins me.
Obviously, I’m far from the only person she messages like this, but I’ve seen those messages, I’ve watched the conversations happen in real time, and I’ve watched her on the cameras in her bedroom at the estate.
The things she says she’s doing in the messages to me? She’s actually doing them.
But to everyone else? She’s usually cleaning her bedroom or reading a book.
And you have no idea what that knowledge does to me, even if I came by it less than morally.
CJP: You know I will.
Wildcat: If I were there with you, I’d slip beneath your desk and wrap my lips around your cock. Just softly to begin with. Not moving, just enjoying having you in my mouth as you work.
CJP: I think my cock would be more than happy to be warmed by any of your holes.
Wildcat: Occasionally you’d lose your train of thought and fuck my mouth, making me choke around you before going back to work while I gently lap at the underside of your cock.
The picture she’s painting is so vivid I can barely breathe as I stroke myself roughly.
Every time we do this, I promise myself I’ll take my time, that I’ll make it last because I don’t know how much longer I’ll have this part of her, but I’m greedy when it comes to Lexi, and I can’t force myself to take it slow, no matter how good my intentions are.
CJP: The fact you think I’d be able to stop without spilling all over your face means you’re giving me far too much credit.
Wildcat: You and I both know I’d like it if you took control, and I happen to think your cum all over my face would be hot as fuck.
I often wonder what she’s thinking about during these conversations, because while I know she gets herself off the same way I do, there’s no amount of stalking that will read her mind, much to my constant dismay.
CJP: Yeah? You want to submit to me, Wildcat? You want me to bend you over my desk and fuck your tight holes until you can’t tell where you end and I begin?
Wildcat: More than anything.
I press my eyes closed and force a deep breath into my lungs to stave off my impending release. I may never have touched another woman, but that doesn’t mean I’m clueless, and my tastes lean toward the darkness that Lexi seems to enjoy dipping her toes into.
Not that she’s much more experienced than I am. Her father made her fear men from a young age, and her experiences since have made her even more hesitant to explore her desires.
CJP: Do you think you could keep quiet if I had to take a call while I fucked you? Do you think you could keep your needy moans to yourself while I took care of business?
Wildcat: What would you do if I didn’t stay quiet?
CJP: Hmm. Well, I have no problem sharing your sweet cries, Wildcat, but any excuse to spank your perfect ass…
Wildcat: You like to share?
CJP: Your body? Absolutely fucking not. But I’d love an audience while I fucked you, showing every man in the room that they can look but can’t touch.
Wildcat: I didn’t know you had an exhibitionism kink…
CJP: There’s a lot you don’t know about me.
Like the fact I’m your brother’s best friend.
For obvious reasons I push that fact to the back of my mind as I jerk my cock in rough pumps. I’m fucking desperate to make good on my promise and cover her in my release.
Wildcat: Like what? Tell me the filthiest thing you would do to me.
I smirk down at my phone, and a rough chuckle escapes my throat.
Where do I start?