Chapter 41 Colton #2
Her nod grew more definitive. A tiny tear streaked down her cheek, but her eyes didn’t leave mine. “It’s real. It’s so fucking real, Colton. All this time, all I’ve wanted is you, but I didn’t trust myself not to hurt you again. But I think I’ve hurt both of us by holding back.”
I chewed the inside of my lip while she spoke, unsure what the verdict would be.
“You want me?” I asked.
Violet wiped her tear away and smiled. “More than anyone. More than anything.”
I let out a mix between a laugh and a sob as my heart swelled, and Vi giggled along with me. “I want you too. Exactly as you are right now. Who you were yesterday. Who you’ll be tomorrow and all the days after. And I think maybe you should be mine, and I should be yours.”
She nodded, beaming. “I think you’re right.”
We sat like that, nose to nose and laughing like fools, until Violet delivered a tiny, soft kiss to the corner of my lips. She started to pull away, but I tightened my hands on her waist, still under the jersey. “Stay,” I whispered. “I need you close.”
Violet smiled into a kiss and warmth radiated from the center of my chest. I had her. Violet was mine again. I lost myself in her, kissing and touching until she practically climbed out of my locker and into my lap where I knelt on the floor.
“Make me yours,” she breathed, chest heaving when she pushed back from me.
“Like the ice girl?”
She grinned. “If you want. But you’re my hockey captain. That other guy is just words on a piece of paper. I know whatever you want will be even better.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
Vi bit her lip and nodded, then laughed when I growled and stood.
I walked into the next room, which held a huge mirror where I could watch her take me and see my name on her back, my name that might one day be hers.
“I’m going to hold you up,” I told her. “I’ll be able to see my name on your back in the mirror. ”
She nodded. “Genius.”
I winked at her with a grin as I set her down for a moment. “Nah, that’s you, doc.”
Vi pulled at my belt, slid the tab, and unzipped me.
I shoved my pants and underwear below my ass, and leaned against the wall with my hips jutting out.
I pulled her to stand in front of me, but before I could lock her into my arms, she smirked.
Both her hands stacked on my shaft, working up and down.
Not letting her eyes leave mine, she tipped forward to spit on it, a move that made my eyes roll back. “Fuck, Violet.”
“That’s not what the brother’s best friend says in the book,” she teased.
My thumb and fingers pinched her jaw to pull her to me, a move that made her gasp and her pupils dilate. “You gonna fuck the brother’s best friend? Or are you gonna fuck the guy who spent the last decade waiting for you to come home?”
Vi tipped her head to consider that. “Hmm.”
“Careful,” I warned as she continued to work my shaft. “You were the one who said you wanted to get spanked.”
Her eyes danced. “Then why don’t you give me what I want?”
I stood straighter and pulled her tight to me, wrapping an arm around her mid-back while hers looped behind my head. My other hand dropped to the hem of the jersey and coasted over her bare ass. “You sure that’s what you want?” I lifted my hand with a sharp inhale and she flinched. “Yeah?”
Violet moaned and arched to put her ass more into my hand. “Colton, please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Her eyes were wild. “Spank me.”
If I were being more of a dick, I’d have made her say “please,” but this was a major moment for her.
She wanted to be able to feel comfortable getting spanked, being at my mercy.
It was a big deal that she was asking for what she wanted.
I lifted the bottom of the jersey, taking in the sight of her ass filling my hand in the mirror.
I wound up and slapped her ass, hard, watching the reddened flesh rebound. Her cry made me smile—did that make me a sadist?—and I rubbed the sore spot.
“You want another?”
“Yes. Harder,” she gritted out.
My hand cracked across her flesh again, leaving a nice red mark that looked hot—way too hot.
“One more,” she cried. “Make it good.”
I wished I could have pushed into her right then, my cock weeping for her and the way she dug her fingers into my shoulders.
“One more, baby. Then I need you.”
Her eyes widened on the last spank, coughing from the surprise of it.
I caressed her ass to soothe it while I kissed her neck, all along the column of her throat, until she raised on her toes and kissed me.
Hard. Deep. Consuming. She wrapped a leg around my hip and I picked up her other one.
I let my fingers drift to see how wet she was: drenched.
I leaned my shoulders back against the wall, waiting for the right moment.
I pulled out of our kiss to ask if she was ready, but she beat me to the punch.
“Make me yours. Right now.”
I looked between us at my cock: reddened, bigger than I could remember seeing it, wet from precum. “Take it.”
Our gaze held as she lined us up and sank down on me, just the first couple of inches. “Fuck,” she gasped. “Fuck, it’s been so long.”
“I’ve never had you like this,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
Vi’s head sagged back on her shoulders as she took a few more inches.
“That’s it, baby. You were made for me.”
“You’re too big,” she whined, clenching around me. I hissed at the tight intensity.
“I believe in you,” I said. “You’ve done it before. You can do it again.”
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and I gave. She let out a shuddering sigh into my mouth when I finally bottomed out.
“So perfect, Violet.”
Her eyes cracked open, gazing into mine as she used her thighs to lift herself and lower onto me again.
We worked into a steady rhythm and I was able to stand a little more upright.
I peeked over her shoulder into the mirror behind her.
Her naked ass, her legs around my torso, and, unfortunately, her hair completely covering my name and number.
“Move your hair, baby. Let me see my name on your back.”
Vi grinned and leaned against my chest to shift her hair over one shoulder. “Better?”
“Much. You see, the thing about fucking you in my jersey is,” I flexed my cock inside her to her gasp, “I get to see how my name looks on you.”
“You must think I’m taking your name,” she said with a wink, and I gave her a swift spank. She moaned and clenched around my cock.
“You like that? Want me to do it again?”
She smiled. “You know I do.”
I spanked her again, my imprint drawn in red on her skin in the mirror.
“How does it look?” she asked.
“What, your ass? Incredible.”
She chuckled. “Your name on me.”
I lowered my forehead to hers and breathed out. “It looks like it belongs on you.”
My forearms burned from holding her up, but I shifted her position to be as close as she could get to me, her center resting against my lower stomach while my cock moved up into her. Vi moaned as the new position hit her clit. “I want to see. To watch us.”
“You got it.”
I spun and gently pressed her back against the wall. Now she could see over my shoulder.
“So fucking hot,” she panted. “Wait.” Her eyes widened as she watched our reflection. “Colt, what’s on your butt?”
I winced. All my cards were about to be on the table, and there wouldn’t be any going back. “What does it look like, baby?”
“A tattoo?” She wheezed in my ear as she continued to bounce from my thrusts. “A burger and fries. And a Frosty?”
I leaned my forehead on the wall behind her, letting it support her shoulders. “Because you’re the fries to my Frosty.”
Violet cried out. She pulled my face away from the wall and held it between her palms. Our eye contact was intense. “You waited?” she rasped.
I nodded. “I waited.”
“You have a butt tattoo for me?”
“To remind me who I was waiting for.”
Her head fell back and she thrust her chest into me. Her pussy tightened around me, and I rutted into her harder. “You really want to fill me with babies?”
I chuckled, low and dark. “Fuckin’ quadruplets, baby.”
Vi latched her mouth to mine, hips rocking, pussy grinding, legs shaking, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Violet, I’m gonna—”
She nodded. “Please. Give it to me.”
“Touch yourself and come with me,” I urged her. From there, we were breath, heated looks, desperate cries, and long overdue, sweet, sweet relief.
I pulled us away from the wall, and on wobbling legs, I sat her ass on the counter by the mirror.
Vi’s kisses were languid, and I savored her, our connection. She slumped to rest her forehead against my chest. “Thanks for waiting for me.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Worth every second.”