29. Colt – “I haven’t understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.” — Igor Stravinsky
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Colt
“I haven’t understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.” — Igor Stravinsky
The morning sunshine started to come through the blinds of my room. I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, thinking of that kiss. Abigail's scent lingered on my clothes in my memory. I can still feel her lips on mine.
That kiss was more intimate than sex I've had with women in the past. Her thick, curly hair tangled in my fingers. Her warm, sculpted legs wrapped around my waist. How she pulled me closer, wrapping her hand around my neck. God, just thinking about it made my dick rock hard. I jacked off last night, hoping that would help me forget about walking through that door and barging into that apartment and ravaging that perfect fucking body with my cock. Claiming her. I thought a hand job would help, but it didn’t; all it did was make things worse because it was so unsatisfactory compared to feeling her body on mine. Compared to having her in my arms. I’ve seen that pussy, and I know it would trap me. It’s lethal.
But then, when the images of Blake's room flashed like a demented Polaroid camera, I had to stop. I’m just glad I stopped it when I did because I was seconds away from touching that throbbing clit of hers, then sinking my rock-hard cock into that wet cunt. Letting her feel every inch of me.
I begin to stroke myself and think about ripping Abigail’s dress off. I can feel her warm body on me, racking through the sheets, and she’s hot and wet as her hips grind on me. I grab her by the hips and flip her over. She was yanking down her panties and diving down. Her moans are sweet, and I never want to leave this bed. I want to do nothing but feel her, taste her, and smell her. Make her smile and sweat and cum.
She’s mine.
As I let my dick free from my boxers, I began to stroke harder as my hips thrust with the fantasy of moving inside her against that car. Her moans ring in my ear as I fuck her raw against the cold hard metal.
I picture grabbing that ass and gliding her in and out as I hold her up and fuck her until she cums all over my dick.
But suddenly, my eyes pop open, blinking into the morning's dim light. I’m alone and breathe in through my nose, chasing her smell in my fantasy.
Wazzzz .
A loud grinding noise comes from downstairs, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. What the heck?
Wazzz. Wazzz. Wazz.
Was she blending something? I look over at the time, and it’s thirty minutes past seven.
Of course, she is.
She probably already ran this morning and is now making a protein shake. I swear. I’m pretty strict, but this girl trains like an athlete. It’s why her body was so damn toned, and that ass. Damn, that ass was perfect. I look down at my dick, and it’s still rock-hard.
Fuck . I need to get laid.
That's all there is to it. Abigail isn’t special. She’s a hot young woman living in my house and constantly in my face, walking around in those tight yoga pants or short shorts, perky ass and lips that taste like sweet nectar. It’s like putting a starving animal in front of meat and saying don’t touch it. I groan as my dick swells with blood.
If I asked her to come in here, would she? I’m tempted to take back what I started last night, but I’m already aching with guilt and losing control, and going further with her would only complicate things.
Damn you, Josh. Damn you.
I roll over and grab my phone.
I have a couple of missed calls from Naomi and lots of drunk text messages.
So what are you doing after this wedding? Besides me. Winky face.
I’m getting so wet just thinking about your rock-hard dick inside me, pulling my hair. Slapping my ass, choking me, gasping for air as I cum.
She sure didn’t waste time getting to the point, did she?
I’m touching myself in the bathroom now. Where are you, baby? I need you. Like right now.
Colt, I’m dripping wet.
She sent me a photo of her fingers in her pussy, then another picture of her face with her licking her fingers.
Then a video?
What the fuck. I click play on the video, and Namoi is spread open, fingering herself in a bathroom stall.
Is she kidding me? She starts moaning as she rubs her clit and then slides her fingers into her pink pussy. “Colt, I’m going to cum. Make me cum Colt.”
I shut the video off and continued to read her messages.
Did you get my video, baby?
Colt? What the fuck? Did you leave the wedding without saying bye?
Colt? Why are you ignoring me? Hello?
I know you want to fuck me. So stop playing games and take me home so you can sink into my pussy. I am so fucking horny for you. Please fuck me, baby. I miss your cock. I want it. I want it in my mouth, too. I want to gag on your cock like you like, then smack my face with it. Fuck Colt, I’m going to cum in my panties again.
I tossed my phone on the bed. I knew she was drunk because she continued to go on. I run a hand through my hair as I try to wrap my brain around how Naomi still thinks she owns me. I haven’t been counting, but I know it has to be at least two months since we’ve fucked. I mean, I just don’t get it. I don’t even text her anymore to check up on her.
Yes, we dated, and the only thing that kept us together was misfortunes. Her dad died after a year of dating, right before I was about to break up with her, and a few months before that, she had a miscarriage, which I was still questioning because I always wore a condom. Being in the NFL, safety was always number one. She hated it and always wanted me to fuck her without one, telling me she was on birth control, but the fact was, I didn’t trust women who said to me that. I’ve had too many of my friends end up with oopsie’s from one-night stands or women they were dating claiming the same thing. After I ended up with a child with a girl I did end up going bare with a few times, I learned my lesson.
If you don’t want a kid, you must be in control. I was always in control. But with Abigail. I felt like I never was. She brought up all sorts of emotions. And I didn’t know how to handle them. I proved that last night. I wish I could blame it on the alcohol, but I wasn’t even drunk; I could say I was.
Maybe I should blame it on the alcohol when I’m forced to face her. Ya, that’s what I’ll do.
I throw the covers off me and put on a shirt and some sweatpants. I climb down the steps, and I’m met with Abigail's sweet ass.
Of course . I adjust my dick in my pants before walking into the kitchen. She must sense me because she immediately turns around.
“Oh, hi. Try this.” She hands me a cup. I look down into the cup, and it’s green. I’m sure it’s healthy.
“What is it?” It’s too early for this.
“It’s a smoothie. I tried something new. And I want to see if you like it.”
I hold the cup to my chin and peer up at her over the rim. Tasting it is the last thing I want to do. I'm grateful she’s acting normal and not weird about the previous night though, but that doesn’t mean my suspicions weren’t on alert.
“You aren’t trying to poison me, are you?”
“Really?” She says, pursing her lips together. She was adorable, even when mad.
I took a small sip, and to my surprise, it was good. I nod my head in approval. “Not bad,” I took another sip.
“Really?”
“Ya, it’s good. What did you put in it?”
“Chicken liver.”
I nearly choked on the drink I had just swallowed.
“What?” I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Ya, I read where eating a single serving of liver can help meet your daily recommended amount of most vitamins and minerals such as iron, riboflavin, vitamin b12, vitamin A, and copper.”
“How did you like it?” I asked her.
“I haven’t tasted it yet.”
“So I was your guinea pig?” Annoyance festers inside me.
She shrugs her shoulders. “Precisely”
“I have learned you can hide any bad taste with a banana and an apple mixed with honey. You should make it for Bodie sometime. It’s a great way for kids to get their nutrients. I put spinach in it, too. That’s why it’s green.”
I sigh, setting the drink down. “Look, I know you're punishing me for last night, b-”
“Colt, it’s fine.”
“Well, I think we should at least talk about it.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. We kissed, not a big deal.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, I get it.” she cuts me off, and I’m somewhat grateful.“You were under the influence. Drunk. Not in your right state of mind. I could have been anyone.”
“What?”
“Like I said, it’s not a big deal.”
“Wait a minute.” I grab her wrist as she starts to walk off, and she looks at my hand, then at me. I trail my eyes to her tattoo.
Blake
I released her hand. “That’s not why I’m apologizing.”
“It’s not? Then why are you?” She furrowed her brows at me.
“Because-” I search for my words
“Blake? Is that why?” She finally says.
Yes. Partially, anyway, but I wasn’t going to admit that to her.
“Look, I don’t go around fucking any girl, if that’s what you think. Just because I’m a jock doesn’t mean I fuck everything. It’s nice to have a conversation with someone once in a while before I’m already getting my dicked sucked, or a girl is throwing herself at me.”
Her eyes go wide.
“It’s like your parents giving you money and taking you to a candy store, telling you, go ahead. Have whatever you want. And when you get inside, you realize you don’t want anything because you know you can have it all.”
She laughs lightly. “So that’s it. You want me because you can’t have me? Because of Blake?”
Would she stop saying his name?
“No,” I set the cup down forcefully. “I’m saying I get tired of women wanting me for one thing. They see me, and they see a meal ticket. A way out. Did you know Namoi didn’t even know I had two brothers? She didn’t even know Josh was my half-brother until she found out you were living here.”
I can see realization settle on her, and her expression goes soft.
“No, I didn’t know that.”
“And ya, I don’t know how to separate you and Blake because every time I look at you, I see my dead brother. I see his crush. His first love.”
She cocks her head to the sice and shakes it. “I told you we were just friends.”
“Ya, well, I’m having a hard time believing that,” I say in a low tone.
“You don’t have to worry about separating anything. I’m leaving, remember. I got my cable hooked up to my battery and ready to go, so whenever you are ready, I would appreciate it if you could drive your truck up to the hood of my car so you can give me a jump start.”
My heart sinks as the words leave her mouth. So she is going . Maybe she’s right. It’s better this way because I don’t know if I can control myself if she does stay. Even now, all I want to do is rip those tight fucking yoga pants off her body and fuck her against my kitchen counter as I taste the sweat on her neck.
“I’m going to take a quick shower. Figured you needed to go pick Bodie up soon, so knocking this out first thing would not disturb any plans you had for the day.”
Bodie, shit .
I forgot I needed to let my mom know I’ll be by to get him in a little bit. It must have slipped my mind since I was too busy fantasizing about my dick inside that sweet pussy of hers.
She walks off before picking up the drink on my counter and handing it to me. “Enjoy the rest of your drink, Colt.”
Once she’s out of view, I dump the rest of the drink in the sink.