Chapter Twenty-Three
Lilith
Ican’t keep my hands off Colter the whole ride back to the mansion, tracing twitching muscle beneath his robes as I slide lower over his thick cock, straining the seams of whatever pants he’s wearing.
I’m surprised by how quickly I went from fearing the stranger, to seeing him as so damn sexy, because I know the man under the mask.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and get onto my knees in the passenger seat. To preserve privacy during our drive, I shift the hood to just past his ear and lean in close to whisper, “You’re going too slowly.”
Colter slams his foot down and gets the car moving again, as fast as it’ll allow him.
“It’s a long, straight road,” I add. “I hope you don’t mind a little distraction.”
His answer comes in the form of a deep, low growl.
Tugging at the bottom end of his robe, I eventually manage to get it up over his waistline. To keep his mind from wandering during my efforts, I press my lips against his ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“You’re going to make me crash this fucking ca—“
He can’t finish the sentence when my hand slides over his cock. Holy shit, he’s hard. Super fucking hard. A shiver rushes up my spine and through my extremities as I stroke him through his pants.
We stay like this, me teasing his ear and neck with my mouth, and the throbbing sword beneath his clothes with my hands, for the rest of the drive home.
He races up the driveway when we reach it, and a cloud of dust follows us right up to the stairs. As soon as his hands are off the wheel, they lock around my face and pull me into a kiss.
A breathtaking, electrically charged clashing of lips ensues, followed by bodies, when Colter swings his arms over me and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his waist, grinding back and forth, while our mouths make a kind of love of their own.
He opens the door, and puts one hand over my head to protect it, elegantly navigating his way out of the driver’s seat, never once breaking our kiss. We stay like this as we pass through the front door, with no care or concern about who might see us.
I get my first taste of just how strong all his muscles really are.
We smash through his bedroom door, and our furious make-out session intensifies as he pins me against one of the bare walls. In the seclusion of his room, his hands find their way up to my ass, instead of my thighs, and touch and feel whatever they damn well please.
I just wish they’d be more pleased a little to the left, and a little to the right.
As the thought crosses my mind, Colter sets me down gently on my feet.
He sinks to the floor, trailing kisses down my body the whole way.
There is no time to think about anything slow or cautious, as Colter rips my skirt and panties down in one swift motion.
They pool at my feet, and he helps wrestle my ankles free from their material.
The savagery that brought him to his knees comes to a screeching halt and he takes a moment to inspect me.
“You’re hurt,” he whispers, pressing soft pecks onto my knees.
“Not really,” I say. It stung in the moment, but the scraped and bruised skin looks worse than it feels now.
“Sure?” He peppers a few kisses on each.
“They look worse than they feel.” I refuse to let a few scrapes and bruises slow us down.
He nods, and begins trailing his lips up my thighs. Heat flushes my face as he grabs my ankles and pries them apart. Running my hands up my body, I squeeze my own tits through my shirt and bra, feeling his tongue replacing his mouth, over my warm, mottled inner thigh.
I latch onto his hair, staring down at his starved tongue slithering wildly and smashing against my pussy.
I slam a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans, worried I might wake our parents.
But there’s no need. Their room is on the other side of the mansion.
They’d have to be pretty close to hear us.
Colter’s stiffly furrowed brow echoes my thoughts. He wants to hear me scream and moan in pleasure. Who am I to deny him?
With his tongue satisfied and coated, his mouth melts over my clit. Sucking and licking the sensitive bead until I’m on the verge of collapse. But one of his strong arms moves behind my knees, to support me where I stand. The other tickles its way up my thigh, and a finger presses at my entrance.
“Oh fuck,” I mewl, overwhelmed by the mix of sensations that are taking my pussy by storm. I repeat it, louder and more desperate, as the thick digit breaks past my walls and slides all the way to his knuckle.
Even as I am teetering on the edge of an orgasm and a full body collapse, it hits me. If this is how intense one of his fingers is, what is Colter’s thick cock going to do to me?
There’s only one way to know, and I’m not waiting to find out.
“Colter,” his name is carried on shaky breaths. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Give it to—“ I tug on his hair to get him up to his feet, but he refuses to budge.
Steadying his arm behind my knees, Colter’s finger begins rapidly plunging into my depths. His tongue flicks and his mouth devours every inch of my delicate sex. My words, which were meant to drive us forward in this experience, lock him in deeper.
I’m the one reaping all the benefits.
Thrums of tantalizing pleasure ripple through me, tearing a guttural howl, from somewhere deep inside my body. My arms and legs start to shake uncontrollably, and my head snaps toward the ceiling from the overwhelming explosion of release his expert tongue rips from me.
Colter continues gently lapping my swollen, desperate pussy with his tongue while I float back down from the highs of orgasm. Each lick is followed by a satisfied grunt at the good job he’s done and will, no doubt, continue to do.
“Whoops,” he finally speaks for the first time since we got into the house. “Couldn’t stop myself.” A devilish smile flickers over his lips, as he looks up at me, panting and lightheaded.
“Now, you can get what you asked for.”
Colter disrobes in one smooth motion, as he gets up off the floor. First the robe goes, revealing his body in all its glory, beneath a skintight black T-shirt. That falls next, exposing his ripped upper body, strained and flexing to control himself for long enough to get undressed.
I stop him when he reaches for his belt, sliding my hands over the buckle before he can.
“Hey, this is supposed to be our fun,” I say, teasing the pin out of its hole. “I wanna unwrap my present.”
Colter pulls his hands up as if surrendering at gunpoint. “Then who am I to stop you?”
Unlike the hurried removal of his upper layers, I take my time with his trousers. I drag the belt through each loop on the waist slowly, preparing myself for what’s waiting inside his pants. I undo the top button, and drag the zip down at the same slow speed I worked on his belt.
Colter’s muscles flex and tense, demanding urgency, the closer we come to the reveal. Giggling, I don’t give it to him. Not yet.
I slip one thumb into the gap between him and his pants; I slide my other hand down the front of his body and beneath his layers. It brushes over his twitching manhood, and I gasp at my first skin-on-skin contact.
On our ride over, I wondered if his pants and the tent he made in them distorted the proportions of what I was brushing up against. Feeling the solid, girthy slab of meat with nothing in the way, they don’t.
Everything about him is larger than life. His dick is no exception.
“Like what you feel?” Colter asks, noticing my stifled reaction to feeling him.
“It’s huge,” I whimper needily, my want for more than a feel, turning me feral.
I pull down his pants and stroke the length, pushing him to walk backward while I do. Colter’s hands find their way to the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up over my breasts with savage groans of pure and desperate need.
His legs buckle when the back of his knees come in contact with the bed.
He falls onto it, dragging my shirt with him as he goes.
It flies overhead, as if it was planned that way, and with my vision restored, my eyes bulge at the sight of his naked body.
And it’s better than anything I could’ve imagined.
His eyes trail over my body in a similar way, his mouth agape and awe-struck by the sight. It isn’t really the same. He’s seen me in a bikini, and he’s had my ass waggling in front of him in panties when he… doled out his punishment. Remembering the night makes me tingle in all the right places.
“Like what you see?” I parrot his question from earlier, changing a single word to have it fit better with our circumstances.
“You’re fucking exquisite.” His compliment sets my cheeks alight.
I remove my bra, and toss it in Colter’s general direction. He presses it against his face and draws in a deep lungful of my scent.
“Would’ve preferred your panties,” he says, groaning anyway. “But these will do.”
“Well, I’ve got something better in mind.” I crawl onto the bed and hover over Colter’s waist slowly, until I reach his erection, which is pointed at the ceiling.
I grab the base and his body jerks forward, but his stiffness doesn’t ease as I drag his swollen tip against my soaked folds, hovering dangerously close above it.
His hands slide up my body, and cup my breasts. I sputter out a sound I’ve never made before, something between a whimper and a moan, while he rubs and squeezes my erect nipples.
With his cock sufficiently lubricated by me sliding it against my soaked pussy, I lower myself over his tip. His grip tightens around my buds, and he belts out a deep, anguished roar, at the sensation of his thick, swollen head, sliding deeper into my slick, velvety core.
My eyes roll to the back of my skull, taking another throbbing inch. I’m sure I’d be moaning, had my breath not caught in my throat the moment he entered me. All I can muster now are short, sharp gasps of glee.