37. Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Brynn
I wake up to an empty bed; a glance at the clock tells me it is only two thirty in the morning. I stretch and climb out of bed quietly to go find Colt. I tip-toe down the hallway and see the lamp on in the living room. Colt is sitting in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his back against the arm of the couch and his legs across the cushions, a worn-out paperback in his hands.
His back is to me, and I watch his muscles contract when he turns the page in his book. The movement is so mesmerizing I don't know how long I have been standing here like a creeper when I hear Colt clear his throat. He is peering over his shoulder, eyebrow raised.
"Need something, Firecracker?"
"I just woke up, and you weren't in bed. I wanted to be sure everything was okay," I say as I walk toward the couch. Colt situates himself so his back is now against the cushions of the couch and his feet are on the floor in front of him. He makes the perfect seat.
I straddle his thighs, my knees on either side of his hips, dipping into the cushions. I take the paperback from his hands, reach for the bookmark on the side table and keep his place. I notice the bookmark is hand drawn with hearts and squiggles. I flip it over and see where Millie has signed her name.
I place the paperback on the side table and run my hands down his hard chest, lightly scratching over his nipples as I go. I feel his cock twitch underneath me. "Why are you up?"
"I was having trouble sleeping," he says, voice strained.
"Maybe I can help relax you." I wiggle on his thighs and his hands come to my ass, just like I knew they would. Colt is definitely an ass man. I lean in and kiss his neck, feeling his pulse thrumming wildly under my lips. I make a small circle with my hips, allowing myself to glide over his hardening cock.
"Brynn," his voice is deep and full of need.
"Yes?" I ask innocently with another circle of my hips, my core right over him.
"If you keep doing that, I am not going to be able to stop." The words come out in a growl rather than spoken.
"We don't have to stop," I whisper as I lick across his collarbone, my tongue teasing the divot there. "Just this once."
"Just this once? "
"Yes, tonight is all we have," I say as I grind against him again. I know he can feel my arousal through my underwear.
Colt stands, holding my ass in his hands. "Are you sure?" He asks as he carries me down the hall to his bed. He lays me on the bed and removes my shirt. I start to pull my panties down and he stops me. "Leave those on," he commands.
I do as he says and am lying flat on the bed while he takes up space at the end of the bed. "How bad do you want it?"
I gulp. "So fucking bad." I feel my slick arousal on my thighs. His briefs are tented, his massive cock straining the confines of the fabric.
"Pull those panties to the side and let me see how much."
I do as I am told and show him my wet pussy beneath my underwear.
"Goddamn. You are glistening. Is that all for me, baby?"
"Yes," I moan as I swipe a finger through my center.
Colt growls and starts to palm his cock over his briefs. "Show me how you would pleasure yourself if I wasn't here."
I feel my cheeks heat. I have never masturbated in front of anyone. This is hot as fuck, but also a little frightening.
"Don't worry baby, I promise I will like it." He palms himself again. "Let me watch you."
I start to rub small circles over my clit with my index finger, my middle finger dipping inside. I add another finger to my pussy and pump while I tap my swollen clit. I am so turned on the sounds of my arousal seem to echo around the room. My hips start to thrust, my back arching as I keep up my rhythm. I moan, "Colt."
"Keep going, baby."
I glance at Colt and see his briefs are pulled down just below his balls, like he didn't have time to take them off completely. Like his cock was so needy, he couldn't discard them all the way. He is stroking himself, letting his thumb rub over the head, smearing the pre cum all over his shaft.
"Fuck," I pant as I continue watching him. My pumps get faster and so do his. Like he is letting me lead him.
"Good girl. Do you wish that was me filling you right now?"
"Yes," my voice is breathy and aroused. Colt moves closer to me, crawling on the bed. His cock still in his hand. He sits on his knees in front of me.
"This pussy is mine. If only for tonight. Do you understand?"
I nod emphatically.
"I need to hear the words, Firecracker. Tell me it is mine."
"Yours," I whimper as my orgasm takes over. It feels like tiny electric shocks all over my body. From my toes to the top of my head.
"Good girl. I love seeing you fall apart for me. Your taut little rosy nipples, the way your hips lift, the tremble of your thighs, the full-body blush that appears right after you come. You are absolutely breathtaking."
I hear the words he is saying, but they are barely registering as I watch in amazement as Colt continues to stroke himself. His rhythm is getting sloppy. His hips are thrusting, his abdominal and thigh muscle straining as he pumps. His corded forearms not slowing as he takes himself over the edge. "Fuck." Colt moves closer to me. "I'm going to mark you with my cum."
Colt roars my name as hot spurts of cum land on my thighs. He continues to pump as his cum drips all over me. My thighs and underwear being used as his canvas.
Why is that so fucking hot?
Colt collapses beside me on the bed, "Goddamn, Firecracker."
"I've never done that before."
"Masturbated?" Colt quirks an eyebrow at me.
I laugh, "Not with someone watching me."
Colt raises up on his elbow and looks down at the mess he made of me. "C'mon, let me clean up my mess." Colt helps me up out of the bed and walks me to the shower. He turns on the shower nozzle and waits for the water to warm before stepping in. "Get in baby."
I step into the shower and Colt kneels in front of me and gently removes my underwear and throws them to the shower floor. He stands up and takes the removable showerhead in his hands and kneels down before me to spray off his mess from my thighs. "All clean," he says with a wink as he stands and puts the showerhead back in its place. He grabs his shampoo and starts to lather it in my hair.
I tip my head back and revel in the way his strong fingers knead my scalp as he washes my hair. "Turn around, baby." I do as I am told, and he uses his hands to run the shampoo bubbles out of my hair, squeezing the excess water from the ends.
"You are too good at this."
"I just like taking care of you."
"Who knew there was a big softy under all this muscle?" I tease.
"Don't tell anyone, I need to keep up my asshole persona," he winks and squirts soap into his palms, the scent of his soap filling the bathroom. He runs his hands all over my body, caressing every inch of me as he lathers me up.
Once we are both clean and rinsed, Colt turns off the shower and hands me a fluffy towel to dry off with. I wrap the towel around my chest and the next thing I know, I am staring at Colt's towel-covered ass.
Well, I definitely need to change that.
I reach down and tug on the towel around his hips and it drops to the floor, his ass now on full display. I swear this man has muscles I didn't even know existed. My books talk about hockey butt, but it has nothing on this ass that can wear a pair of Wranglers like a second skin.
"Goddamn," I whisper, actually in awe of the muscles contracting as he walks.
"See something you like back there, Firecracker?"
"Maybe," I singsong, right before I am bouncing on the bed.
I am laying across the width of the bed when Colt walks around where my head is laying. I think he is going to lean down to kiss me but instead, he grabs me under the arms and pulls me toward the edge.