Chapter 6
SIX
COLTON
WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS, WEST VIRGINIA
Why wasn’t she saying anything?
I was on my knees, so close to Vi’s cunt that I could practically taste her in the air between us. My wild eyes drifted to hers.
All that talk I gave myself about not begging? Out the window.
“Please,” I whispered. “If you want it, I want to give it to you.”
Violet’s fingers sifted through my hair until she fisted it at the back of my scalp. The bite of pain stole my breath and slammed my eyes shut. Her voice was gentle with a sensual kiss of vocal fry. “Eyes open.”
Since when did Violet command me? Fuck, this was hot. And her next word almost sent me flying over the edge. “Taste.”
I smashed my lips against her, sucking while my tongue slipped up and down her slit. I crushed her ass in my hands as the first taste washed over my tongue. Vi’s legs trembled as a shudder ripped through her body.
I still had it.
“Colt,” she moaned. A glance upward showed her nipples drawn tight and her chest flushed from holding her breath. I delivered quick lashes with my tongue and she almost lost her balance.
I pulled away and looked up with her mess all over my face. “Tell me no one does it better.”
Her devilish smirk had me ready to both break furniture and fuck her as hard as she could take it. Little brat wasn’t going to give me what I asked for.
I narrowed my eyes at her. It was my turn to be the commanding one. “Against the wall.”
She backed up slowly, pace by pace, until she leaned against the wall behind her. Hands spread at her sides, naked as the day she was born. Skin flushed red and splotchy from her arousal.
“Stunning.” My no-begging policy continued to be broken as I crawled after her. When I arrived at her feet, I held her gaze and hooked her leg over my shoulder. “I’m not done.”
She tugged my hair again as I held her hip and sent my other finger inside her, curling against the rough, wet flesh there. Her cries were torture for my already-weeping cock. I needed her to come so I could too.
“Colt, I need you. Please.”
Well, at least both of us were begging. The desperation playing field was even.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“I want to ride you.”
I stood, lifted her off her feet, and wrapped her legs around my waist. Kissing. So much kissing, the taste of Violet’s mouth mingling with her arousal. I stumbled toward the bed until I laid her down.
I looked at her there, splayed out for me, as sexy as I’d ever seen her.
“Pants off,” she said with a little grin. Her hands roamed over her body.
“Hands off,” I said as I worked my belt, then tab, then zipper. “Save it for me.”
She didn’t budge, continuing to touch herself. “Never pegged you for a quitter. Last I checked you were committed to multiple orgasms.”
I shoved my pants and underwear to the floor and climbed on top of her. “I am not,” I grabbed one wrist and pinned it to the bed, “a quitter, and you damn well know that.” I pinned the other wrist.
Violet was thrilled with herself, glowing at having provoked me. My mouth explored her chest, the soft mounds of her tits with their puffy brownish-pink nipples.
“That’s about enough of your little games.
” I released her wrists, rolled to my back, and brought her with me.
She straddled me, reaching between us to line me up.
My tip was just past the tight rim of her pussy when my brain caught up.
I didn’t know if she was on birth control or whether she’d had other partners, a thought that soured my stomach on impact.
“Condom,” I groaned. “Condom, condom.”
“Where are they?” she asked, scanning our surroundings and lifting herself off me.
“Bathroom.”
Her tender hand landed on my pec. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
Fuck. That sentence was going to screw up my brain for the foreseeable future. I just wished she meant it the way I did.
I never wanted to say goodbye to her again.
With her balanced on top of me, I shimmied to the edge of the bed. “You’re coming with me.”
I stood and carried her. She squealed and giggled, clinging to my neck. As much as I wanted to rail her into tomorrow’s tomorrow, I could have settled for that: her skin on mine, her laugh in my ear, her legs squeezing me like she’d never let go.
I didn’t want her to ever let go.
I set her down on the bathroom counter and rifled through my toiletry bag. While I did, her hand coasted over my cock. I groaned and paused, pushing my hips forward so she could take more. With a sneaky grin, she jumped down and got on her knees, taking me into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Vi.”
I unearthed the condom and clenched my hands into fists.
What if tonight was all I ever got again? I needed to make it count. Blowing in her mouth was not an option I cared to entertain. I ran a thumb along her cheek.
“Never could get you to follow instructions, could I?” I chuckled.
Vi said nothing since her mouth was full, hands wrapped around my base and my balls. But her eyes smiled up at me. Add that image to the master list of ways she was making this a core memory for me.
I tugged on her biceps and she released me, standing with wet eyes. “Get back up here.”
I put her back on the counter and rolled on the condom, stepping closer to line us up again. Violet’s hands gripped my shoulders as I sank into her, her head sagging back. We both let out a sigh, making out as I slowly pulsed in and out of her.
Then our gazes locked, foreheads together. “You feel so good,” I said.
“You too,” she breathed. “But I still want to ride you.”
I scooped her up while I was still deep inside her. “My girl gets what she wants.”
I carried her back to the bed and arranged myself on my back. Violet’s hands pushed on my shoulders. She rode me, hips undulating, hair brushing my chest. Moans, groping hands on hips, her body rolls and my counter-thrusts, the steady rhythm of us slapping together.
“Colton?” she gasped, and I stopped pounding.
“What, baby?”
Her hands rested on my chest and she started a slow grind that milked my cock in the most delicious way. Her hips were fucking mesmerizing. On a wheezy breath and a hard clench around my cock, she spoke. “Nobody does it better.”
Chemicals flooded my system and I became ruthless, thrusting up into her and drunk on the way she bounced on me.
I dropped my thumb to her clit and took in the exquisite view as her hands landed on my thighs behind her.
I drank it all in: her tits, her hips, her lips popped open, the unreal view of where we were joined, and best of all, her high-pitched cries as she tightened around me.
“You going to come for me?” I asked through a clenched jaw. I prayed the answer was yes because I was frighteningly close to meeting my end.
“Colt, I—” Her thrusts grew shorter as she ground against my thumb.
“That’s it, baby.” I focused on the way her walls fluttered against me and how perfectly her ass filled my hand. “Let go for me.”
Violet sat forward and held my hand at her clit, begging me not to stop.
Her cunt pulsed around me, and I reached for her breasts to rub her nipples as she rode out her pleasure.
Then she flopped, sated, onto my chest to kiss me.
She was so close to me, her skin and her scent mixing with mine to create an intoxicating high.
With her tongue in my mouth and her clutched as tight as I could get her, I came with a release so strong I almost couldn’t breathe.
When I opened my eyes again, her extraordinary blue waited for me. Her lips curled up in a sad smile. Uh oh. Sad. Why was she sad after coming all over me?
Her eyes flitted over my face: my lips, my nose, my hairline, my eyes.
“I loved you,” she whispered.
Loved. Past tense.
Loved. Then, not now.
Loved. Once before, but not again.
And still, I responded in kind. “I loved you, Violet.”
But there was another part that I couldn’t say.
I’m not sure I ever stopped.