Chapter 12 #2
“I just call it the way I see it.” His gaze softens as he cups my jaw. “Please let me taste that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
The way he’s looking at me helps me get over the last of my nerves. I know Colsen will take care of me if I let him.
“Ok.”
“Yeah?” he smiles.
I pull on the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “But first, it would be only fair if you got out of these clothes. I’m naked and you’re still totally dressed.”
His smile widens. “Yes, ma’am.”
I watch as Colsen pulls his t-shirt up and over his head and then slides his jeans and boxer briefs down his long, powerful legs.
Holy shit.
I swallow as he finishes the job, kicking his shoes and socks off.
Colsen is a couple of inches shorter than Tucker, but his body is just as insane.
Smooth skin as far as the eye can see and taught, defined muscles that wouldn’t be out of place in an underwear catalog.
But unlike the male models in those ads, Colsen’s muscles serve more than the purpose of being nice to look at.
They’re honed by years of practicing and conditioning.
There are very few ways to get that kind of thighs and butt other than on skates.
Making out with our clothes on was hot, but the contact with his naked skin takes things to a totally different level.
We kiss hard, hands exploring each other, and I realize that we’ve been walking backwards only when the backs of my legs hit the mattress of his bed.
Colsen encourages me to lie down, but rather than covering my body with his, he goes down onto his knees again at the end of his bed.
I let out a little surprised squeal when he pulls me down to the edge of the mattress and rests my thighs on his broad shoulders.
There’s no time to dwell on my surprise though. When Colsen lowers his head between my thighs, he’s got my full attention.
His warm breath fans over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and my clit pulses in response when he kisses his way up to where I need him most.
“Oh.”
He drags his tongue, licking a path up my slit from entrance to clit.
I can feel myself growing wetter than I already was, and I would be a little self-conscious if he didn’t moan his approval.
“Fuck, Taryn. You taste even better than I imagined.”
I wish I could find some words, any words to tell him how good his mouth feels on me, but when his tongue finds my clit, my mind goes completely blank.
Colsen flicks his tongue around my sensitive bundle of nerves. His licks are teasing and playful, every pass getting closer to where I need him most.
A moan sounds in the room, and I realize it’s coming from me when his swollen lips stretch in a knowing smile.
His next lick is right where I’m pulsing with need, and I close my eyes.
This is so good, it’s almost too much. My muscles tense up, anticipating the next pass of his tongue, but it never comes.
I open my eyes and see that smile again.
“There you are, pretty girl. I want your eyes on me while I make you come, are we clear?”
I nod, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. I’ve never needed anything as much as the feeling of Colsen’s mouth, but he wasn’t lying when he promised to take care of me.
He slants his mouth over my clit, licking and sucking while his hazel eyes bore into mine.
It’s intimate and slightly obscene, and it’s those green and amber eyes fixed into mine that push me over the edge.
I let him look at me as the pleasure he’s giving me washes over me. My mouth pops open, my chest rising and falling as pleasure spreads over every inch of my skin.
Colsen keeps his mouth on me until I whimper, too sensitive to take anymore.
The orgasm, more powerful than anything I could ever give myself with my fingers or a toy, has left me breathless. I collapse on the mattress in a boneless heap, my legs dangling from the mattress once he climbs onto the bed.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, gathering me in his arms.
“That was…” I can’t find the words to describe what just happened. My mind is blank, but in a good way.
He kisses me, slow and deep, and I can taste a hint of myself on his tongue.
“I could kiss you all night.” I whisper, tracing his jaw with the tips of my fingers.
“That sounds like a perfect way to spend a night if you ask me.”
My hand leaves his face, wandering down his body.
This man has muscles for days. His abs put any six pack I’ve ever seen to shame. He’s all defined tautness, without one ounce of fat in sight. But his skin is smooth and supple with just the lightest dusting of fine blond hair scattered here and there.
I feel my way down that delicious V carved on his hips and find his cock, thick, long and hard.
“That feels good.” His voice is gravelly when I close my fingers around the base of his erection.
I explore his length, stroking him slowly from base to tip.
“Fuck.” He covers my hand with his. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna come all over your hand, pretty girl. And I was hoping to feel that perfect little pussy of yours squeezing me the same way your fingers are doing right now. Unless you don’t want to. We can still stop if that’s what you want.”
I shake my head. “You’re what I want.” I pull his face down to meet mine, putting all my pent-up desire in every brush of my lips against his.
Colsen takes over the kiss, rolling on top of me. He hovers over me, careful not to crush me with his weight.
The contact is enough for me to feel his cock, hot and hard against my lower stomach.
“Colsen,” I beg when he finds my clit with his fingers.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl.” He stretches over me, opening the top drawer of his nightstand and grabbing one single condom.
Nerves resurface as I watch him open the foil packet and sheathe himself.
Technically, I’m not a virgin. Even if I can’t remember anything about my first and only time, I know Tim and I had sex. I was too sore to come to any different kind of conclusion.
In a way, I’m glad I can’t remember it.
I thought I wanted to get rid of my V-card and that at almost twenty-two it didn’t matter who I gave it to. I just didn’t want to be a virgin when I graduated college.
Now that I’m here with Colsen though, this feels right. I’m not delusional that I’m madly in love with him; we just met.
But this whole night has felt special and a little romantic, especially if we don’t count the shooting incident.
The point is that Colsen is handsome, sexy and attentive, and I couldn’t ask for a better first time to remember.
For a second I can’t help but think about Tucker; about how would it have been if I were in his bed instead.
My mind returns to the present when Colsen nestles his hips between my thighs, lining himself up with my entrance.
He kisses me as he pushes himself inside me.
As I feel my own body give in to his invasion without any pain, my muscles relax and before I know it, Colsen is buried inside me to the hilt.
“You good, pretty girl?” He brushes a lock of hair away from my forehead.
“All good.” I smile. “Are you good?”
A pained expression appears on his handsome face. “Yes and no. Yes, because I’m inside the most beautiful woman, I’ve ever met. And no because you feel so good and you’re so fucking tight that I might embarrass myself and come before I even started moving.”
His words help ease the last of my nerves.
Knowing that I have this effect on a hot, popular guy like Colsen makes me feel powerful in a way I’ve never felt before.
But it’s the way he’s looking at me, the way he has been touching me since we got home that makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
“I’m ready when you’re ready to start moving.” I tell him, clenching my inner muscles.
“Fuck,” Colsen groans. “I wanted to make this last, but I guess we’ll have to try to go longer next time.”
As he pulls back just to surge inside me again, I love the sound of that.
No matter what happens, I know I want to see Colsen again.
His movements are powerful and controlled, and he soon gets into a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of me with measured snaps of his hips.
My body, wet and ready, melts around his hardness, and a pleasurable feeling begins to build with each thrust of Colsen’s hips.
“God, that feels so good.” I gasp when he grinds his hips, buried inside me so deep that I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
The contact sends an aftershock to my clit and I feel myself pulse.
As he hits the same spot over and over, he kisses me, holding my face between his hands.
“God, God, God,” I pant against his mouth as the sensation overflows and I come even harder than when he was eating me out.
“You’re squeezing my cock so hard, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna come too.”
Colsen stills, buried so deep inside me that I don’t know where I end and he begins.
His cock swells inside me and pulses over and over. I can’t help but wonder how it would feel if he were filling me with his warmth instead of the condom.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just stay there, joined and spent but sated.
When Colsen leaves to dispose of the condom in the en-suite bathroom, I immediately miss his arms around me.
I close my eyes, relaxing in his bed. My body is still tingling with pleasure, but my eyes feel heavy with sleep.
I didn’t realize how tired I was until now.
The contact with something warm and wet between my thighs makes me open my eyes.
Colsen is using a warm, wet cloth to clean between my legs.
“Taryn,” he throws the cloth on the floor and gets in bed with me, pulling me into his arms. “I have practice tomorrow at seven. I have to make sure I get Tucker there on time too, and we need to eat something beforehand. So I’ll be up extra early. If I’m gone when you wake up, that’s why. Ok?”
I nod against his chest, stifling a yawn. “Ok.”
“I know I said that before, but you’re welcome to sleep in. I’ll leave you a note with my number if you want to leave before I’m back.”
He turns off the light on his nightstand. Sleep takes me under; the second the room is shrouded in darkness.
The room is still shrouded in partial darkness when I wake up.
I’m not alone. I know it even before I open my eyes.
It must be Colsen getting ready for practice. I tell myself not to panic.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room, I spot someone standing at the foot of the bed. All I can see is dark clothes. A hoodie pulled over his head hides the whole face of the person who has been watching me sleep.
“Colsen?” I call out.
But I know it isn’t Colsen. I don’t know how I know, but I’m sure.
I sit up, pulling the covers over my chest to cover my naked body.
“Who are you?” I gasp as terror makes me unable to move another muscle.
I want to scream for help, or to scare off the intruder, but no sound comes out from my parched throat.
Last time I had sex my partner died. Maybe I’m the one who isn’t going to survive my second time.
I have no idea how much time passes. It might be a couple of seconds, or it might be a minute or two, but in the blink of an eye, the hooded intruder is no longer there.
For a second I think maybe it was just a dream, or a nightmare, and there was really no one in the room.
My mind is still foggy, and I rub my eyes trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep.
Maybe I thought I saw someone, but I wasn’t completely awake. The dreams that occur in the morning in that strange state that’s almost suspended between sleep and consciousness seem to be always more vivid than anything we dream when we’re asleep.
Even with the awareness that there isn’t anyone there, it takes me a while to gather the courage to get out of Colsen’s bed.
I find last night’s dress and put it on, scanning the floor for my panties.
They’re on the floor next to the full-length patio door that leads right onto the sand of the beach.
The door is slightly ajar. It isn’t enough for someone to walk through it, but I’m sure last night the door was closed. Did Colsen leave from there? It doesn’t make sense because he was going with Tucker.
With trembling hands, I open the door enough to look outside.
The sun is about to rise and the beach is still shrouded in semi-darkness; the eco-lights don’t offer a lot of light.
I use the flashlight in my phone to get more light, but there’s no one out there.
Just the sea and sand as far as the eye can see. I think I spotted some foot prints but the relentless breeze blows the powdery sand everywhere, changing the landscape from one second to the other.
I close the door, making sure I engage the lock, and wander into the living room of the empty apartment.
I find a can of a popular energy drink on the small dining table in the kitchen. There’s a sticky note attached to it.
Good morning, pretty girl.
I left you an energy drink on the counter. The fridge has an ice maker if you need it. Just in case you’re a coffee lover, I set up the Keurig with a pod of my favorite hazelnut latte. I didn’t brew it so you could have it hot if that’s your preference.
I’m leaving you my phone number. Please text me later so I can have yours. Don’t make me stalk you on social media (because I will if I don’t hear from you.)
Later, Colsen
P.S. It might be uncool, but I had a great time last night. I can’t wait to see you again soon.
His phone number is scribbled after the p.s..
I brew the coffee, more to kill time until it’s an acceptable time to text Jodie.
The next hour is spent saving dancing videos of a few famous professional cheerleading teams. It’s mostly football and basketball; there isn’t as much for NHL teams.
I would love to spend more time with Colsen, but Jodie and I need to be at the top of our game for tomorrow’s dance tryouts. It would make our stay in Star Cove a lot easier if we both got into training camp.