Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Colby tossed the toy onto the bed, then shoved Ford there next.
He went down with a laugh, the sound even more delicious than the freshly baked cookies they’d snarfed down before tearing each other’s clothes off on the way to the bedroom.
Well, most of their clothes. She wriggled a finger at Ford in his matching socks and boxers. “Off with the stripes.”
He removed his socks, then scooted up the bed, letting friction take the boxers, and, cock freed of its last restraint, Colby would swear on her favorite wooden mixing spoons that it was as pretty as any dessert she’d ever plated.
Dark blond curls at the root, length and girth in proportion to the man, a tip that blushed as red as Ford’s cheeks.
She wanted to lick it like a scoop of her favorite strawberry ice cream.
“Ahem.” Ford cleared his throat, and her gaze shot back up to his face and his sexy-as-sin smirk. He reclined on the pillows and wriggled a finger at her. “Off with the dots.”
Her dress hung open in the front, held up by two thin straps over her shoulders.
Her strapless bra and panties on underneath were polka dot too.
She pushed the latter down first, kicked them aside, and when she glanced back up, Ford looked wrecked already.
His heavy-lidded eyes were indigo, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and one hand cradled his sac while the other teased a pebbled nipple.
Holding his gaze, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting the heavily boned silk float to the floor as she squeezed her tits and flicked her thumbs over her own taut nipples.
“Fuck, Colby,” Ford gasped as he spread his legs wider and took hold of himself, smearing precome over his cock, stroking himself. “I could come just watching you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She had zero doubt in her mind that Ford spoke the truth, that his words were one hundred percent genuine.
She was fat, always had been, always would be, and she loved her body, loved her sexy curves, loved pleasuring herself and using her body to pleasure others.
The few times when someone had made her feel otherwise, when she’d seen disgust flit through a bedmate’s eyes, she’d ended the encounter right then and there.
Life was too short for people who didn’t love every inch of you.
Those people had never gotten a second date.
Ford had gotten more than she could count at this point, even if they hadn’t been called dates until tonight.
Since their first time together on New Year’s Eve, Ford had only ever looked at her like he was the luckiest man alive, like she was the embodiment of all his fantasies.
And fuck if that, together with his laugh, his personality, his cock, and his amazing tongue, hadn’t kept her coming back for more. For months.
Ford made her feel good.
And she was determined to do the same for him.
She lowered the straps of her dress and let it fall behind her. “I’m going to suck your cock now,” she said as she put one then the other knee to the bed.
She moved between his spread legs, and he picked up the toy case from beside his hip. “Do you want this now?” he asked.
“For you,” she said with a wink. Taking it from him, she opened the case and pulled out the flexible silicone device. “We’re going to get it good and wet together before I put it inside me.”
Groaning, he arched his neck and pressed his head back into a pillow.
“Just you wait,” she teased. U-shaped when folded into the case, she straightened and stretched the toy out so it was barely curved.
Designed for plus-size women, it had more give and more length, and she was going to put that little bit of extra to good use tonight.
She lined up the vibrator end with his cock, the clitoral suction end along his taint, then turned on the toy and lowered her mouth over his cock and the vibrator.
“Holy fuck!” His hands shot to her head, tangling in her hair as he cursed and writhed and rocked up into her mouth.
She moaned around him, lapping up his precome, inhaling his citrus and sandalwood soap and the musky scent underneath, relishing his thrusts and the vibrations on her tongue.
She was so caught up in the build, in Ford coming apart beneath her, in his hands gently clawing at her back, the salty sweat dappling his thighs, the prospect of the come-covered vibrator inside her soon, that she almost missed him begging her to “Wait!”
She slowed and pulled back enough to glance up.
“Want to come with you,” he said.
Every time together was satisfying, but whenever they climaxed together, those times were great.
“Want to come with you,” he repeated, that trademark earnestness leaking into his lust-filled gaze, into his roughened drawl. If she were being honest with herself, that was the first Ford Rafferty trait she’d fallen for. “Please, Col.”
She gave his cock one last lick, then sat back on her haunches, resting the still-vibrating toy in the crease of her groin, just shy of her soaking pussy.
Ford’s gaze wandered in that direction, and for a moment, Colby thought he was going to tell her to put it in and let him eat her out instead, but then he lifted his gaze and scooted back up against the pillows.
“Lie back against me.” He patted his chest. “I want to feel you while I watch you come.”
She almost dipped the toy in right then, so close from the swoony words alone, but she held back, moving herself into position between Ford’s spread legs.
He hauled her closer, made an adjustment, and then—“Oh, fuck.” Ford’s stiff cock was pressed against her lower back, and it was a hot, slick rod of delicious.
“Fuck, yes,” she said, rutting back against it. “You’re a genius.”
Ford’s chuckle rumbled through her. “I have a good idea every once in a while.” He kissed a path along her neck, back to her mouth, and the need to kiss him right then, to convey through lips and tongue how much she wanted to be there in his arms, no one else’s, felt like an imperative.
“Get that toy where you need it,” he whispered against her jaw.
“And then I’ll give you all the kisses you want. ”
His hands teasing her breasts, his beard tickling her neck, his cock pressed against her back caused her to fumble the toy at first, but then she slid the vibrator inside her, the ridged neck at her entrance, the sucking massager positioned over her clit for max stimulation.
“I’m good,” she panted, and Ford swallowed her next breath, giving her the kiss he promised, that she so desperately needed. Nothing gentle about it, all consuming, as urgent as their rolling hips, as his hands clutching her breasts, as hers digging into his thighs for more rutting leverage.
But she needed more still—air, friction, the dirty talk that Ford was so surprisingly good at. She ripped her mouth from his and threw her head back on his shoulder and her legs over his knees, spread wide for Ford to see and take whatever he wanted.
“Look at you,” he purred behind her ear, sucking a bruise there.
“So open, on fire.” He ran his greedy hands along her body, trailing over her stomach, up her sides, and under her breasts, rolling them and tugging at her nipples.
Driving her wild, making her squirm. “Imagine my tongue down there. Licking either side of that toy, circling where it’s sucking your nub. ”
She groaned and lifted her hips, needing it, needing him. “Please, Ford.”
He aimed a hand south, fingers diving through her auburn curls, into the wetness and along either side of the toy. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Do you want a taste?”
She nodded frantically, and bless his fucking golden heart, he brought his wet fingers to her lips, offering her the taste she always wanted. She suckled his fingers, and he rammed his cock against her back, smearing it with more precome. “How could this ever not be great?”
She lolled her head, wanting his lips too, wanting them, together.
“Fucking great,” he murmured again as he spread his fingers, opening her mouth for him and thrusting his tongue inside.
They groaned together, her hips jerking up a final time as she clenched around the toy, as he spilled over her backside, the two of them coming together.