9. Colson
NINE
COLSON
I wish she wouldn’t have offered herself up, but if there’s one thing I know about Violet, it’s that she cares tremendously, sometimes too much, when it comes to certain people. I just happen to be on that list. It’d be easier if I didn’t know how the hell I ended up there, but I do.
For months, we’ve bonded, created this link between our hearts and souls that’s almost unexplainable. She gets me. Understands what I need at every moment. Like now. If I caught anyone else trying to break in through one of the windows, they would have curled into themselves at my hard tone, but she didn’t let it bother her. At least not enough to leave. She lashed out, got under my skin, and now look at us.
I want her so goddamn badly it physically hurts. Not just because I want to forget about what I’m feeling inside, but because it’s always good with her. I’m well aware I’ll never meet another girl like her. One who is so willing to give herself up for the sake of pulling me out of the shit-stinking mud I’m stuck in.
I’m a selfish bastard.
I don’t tell her no when she tells me to use her as my drink of choice.
For the life of me, I can’t force that one-syllable word out of my mouth, and if I’m being honest, I don’t want to.
I left her.
Told her we were over.
But as she stands in front of me, spitting insults, I’m reminded of how much I fucking care for this girl. How much she makes me feel and how easy it is to forget the rest of the world when she’s near. She’s the greatest magician on the goddamn planet.
I slide my hand down the line of buttons on her jacket, each one of them popping one after another. I go slow to grant her the opportunity to pull away if she has a change of heart. Her arms go slack, and her coat drops to the floor instead. Her shirt comes off next, leaving her in nothing but her pants and the flimsy bralette she wears when she’s kicking back at the apartment. This one is light pink but almost looks purple and does nothing to hide her nipples. They’re right there and as my thumb draws closer to them, I wonder how I got so lucky.
How the fuck did I lock her down?
How the hell is it possible that I’m the one she’s looking at with unapologetic desire pooling in her eyes?
I wish I could dive into them and sink into the pureness of her irises. As much as she calls me a coward, and as much as I allowed it to get under my skin, she doesn’t mean it. Violet is too genuine to cut me with those razor-sharp words when she already knows I’m hurting from everything else.
She’s doing it for a reaction.
Not to upset me.
But to draw me in.
My thumb slips under the loose band of fabric covering her, and in a windshield-wiper motion, rolls over her. She presses her eyes closed, and I am intensely aware of the scent of her floral bubble bath soap, the kind that smells like a summer rain shower and a hint of jasmine.
I lower my face to hers. “You and that scent. It drives me crazy. Makes you smell so good.”
“I needed to de-stress tonight.”
I hate that she needed it because of me. That I’ve been a big enough asshole for her to need a bath at all.
My kiss starts slow but turns feral quickly. My teeth graze her sweet lips, and when my tongue begs to glide against hers, she opens for me. Over and over again, our tongues tangle, and each time they do, a needy throb pulses in my jeans. A line of fire trails down my spine, prompting the thought of sinking into her sweet, wet center.
She presses her palms to my chest, pushing me away and breaking our kiss. She averts her gaze, but I grip her chin and make her look at me. We’ve always had this uncanny ability to communicate through our stare, and I don’t want it stopping now. She can be upset with me all she wants, but I want to feel the burn of those golden eyes against my own.
And that’s exactly what I get when she peers up at me. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and I wish it were mine doing the sucking instead. Her gaze, though heady, packs a punch behind it. She might be giving me this moment, but it’s only a matter of time before she knocks me on my ass. I can feel it. Sense it. And yet, I continue on with my inconsiderate need to have her.
I don’t get the chance to lift her bralette off because she pushes me backward. My ass drops down into the chair she sat in a moment ago as she hobbles on her feet in front of me. I know her ankle hurts. It had already started to swell by the time I got her inside, but she pushes through, stretching her hands over my thighs. My dick bristles in excitement, strangling itself against the elastic band of my boxers.
She sinks down onto her knees. I’d rather this be happening anywhere other than Mom’s kitchen, but a tiny, hedonistic part of me loves knowing that I’ll be adding a better, more magnificent memory of this house into the mix.
I tug my hoodie up a bit, remembering where I came from tonight. After sitting in this house for days, I needed to get up and get out. I landed at Gulliver’s. Llewellyn let me work for a couple hours to get my mind off shit. Afterward, he suggested I take a few days for bereavement leave.
Violet peels my belt off, her fingers slipping it out of the loops. She finds the button on my jeans and rolls the zipper down with ease. I shimmy just enough to get my pants down my legs. My mouth waters in anticipation, my stomach clenching.
She eyes the hard ridge settled in my lap, finds the cut in the fabric of my boxers, and pulls me through it. I don’t miss the way she licks her lips or how her hand lazily moves up and down me.
Fuck .
I bite down on my cheeks and rest my head back.
I don’t know what the future holds, and because of it, I want to take in every second of this I can. I want to be fully overwhelmed by the woman in front of me.
“I need to hear you say what you want from me.” She says it so softly, I have to put some of the words together on my own. She’s being a little more shy than usual, but if guidance is what she wants, it’s hers.
I look at her.
She’s so fucking pretty on her knees for me.
“Grip me and lick your way up.” She looks up at me like she’s about to give me the best blow job of my life. I reach forward and run my thumb across her lower lip. “Get my cock nice and wet for that pretty mouth.”
Her tongue flicks out at my thumb and then she moves her attention to the stiffness in her hand. She holds me with the perfect amount of pressure. Her tongue starts low, and it’s so fucking hard to stop the groan that races up my throat.
Goddamn, she feels good.
She leaves a trail of wetness as she glides her way up, her tongue circling the head where she knows I like it most. She forms her lips into a kiss and moves to the sides of my shaft, slicking them up and down in a way that makes it feel like she’s grinding her pussy lips against me.
I want to reach out, let my hand caress her face, but I don’t allow myself that connection. I grip the sides of the chair in efforts to control myself. To keep from reaching out.
“Just like that. Now open wide and let me have you.”
The groan in my throat breaks free the second she suctions her mouth on me. She’s slow at first then picks up speed when I gently press my hips upward. I love every inch of this girl's body, but there’s something about the way she sucks me off that lights a fire down my spine. It’s embarrassing to admit how close I am after only a few minutes, and she can tell.
My cock springs out of her mouth in a tease, and she’s at it again, licking me without abandon, all the way down to my balls where she softly sucks one into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck.”
She carefully runs her tongue over them in a way that makes me want to finish down her throat. The thought of it paired with what she’s doing only overwhelms me more.
“You take me so good,” I praise, watching her as she lifts her gaze to mine. There’s a dare in her eyes when she shifts my cock closer to my stomach. My balls quiver as her hot tongue sweeps over my skin, going low enough until she hits that strip of skin under them.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe out heavily.
I can’t control myself. My head tilts back and rests on the chair. My eyes screw themselves shut, and I sink into the bliss of having her mouth on me, on what it feels like to not feel anything but her.
She’s never touched me there before but this sensation that causes my skin to shudder and my balls to tighten is heavenly. So much that I wouldn’t give a fuck if my time came the second I released, which grows closer the more she plays with me.
“Does that feel okay?” she asks between pleasuring my balls and the space below.
“Vi, baby, it feels so fucking good that it has me wanting to fuck your throat until I come.” I shift my head and look at her. “Is that what you want? To taste me?”
Her cheeks match the same shade of pink from after we fucked that first time. The night I led her into her apartment, and we got lost in each other. I’ve craved her every day since, and now is no different. She’s made me long for these moments only to hoard the memories in the deepest recesses of my mind. I never want to forget this—her—but I know when all is said and done, all I’ll have left is the box in my head I’ve scribbled her name on.
“Mmm, maybe I would like that,” she mewls. “Would you?”
“You know I would,” I grind out roughly.
She laps at me until I can’t take it and brings her mouth back up to my tip. I guide her back onto me, and she takes me whole.
A few times, she pushes me back so far that if I close my eyes, I swear it’s her pussy I’m lost in. Her gags are the only reminder that it’s not. I push deeper every chance I can, and when that familiar heat swishes down low, I let my orgasm rip through me like a hurricane in the night.
Ribbons of tension paint the back of her throat. It’s so fucking hot that it spurs my release on longer than I expect, giving her a mouthful that she proudly takes.