Just Desserts #2
“But I’m a good kisser.”
Of course you are, you beautiful, cocky asshole.
“Kissing…” I can barely breathe around the intensity of my need for this man. “It’s intimate.”
I see him doing the math. Intimacy equals vulnerability equals no thank you.
His hand is on my side now. It’s moving inside my shirt. Now he’s thumbing my nipple through the silky fabric of my bra.
The pierced one.
He goes still. Thumbs my nipple again, drawing it to a taut, overly sensitive point. “What’s this?”
There’s a smile in his voice. Like he’s pleasantly surprised by what he’s found.
“I was eighteen. Out of the house for the first time in my life. I”—my breath catches when he gently plucks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger—“it was an act of rebellion. I was sick of being as harmless as I was in high school. So yeah. I got my nipple pierced.”
He groans. Quiet enough that Dean won’t hear it inside, but the sound sends a shiver through me nonetheless.
“Never would’ve guessed.” Colton explores the piercing with a tenderness that sends my pulse into a tailspin. “You. Perfect princess. With a nipple piercing. Fuck, honey. Just…fuck.”
I let out a pained chuckle. “I’m not perfect. And I’m not a princess.”
“Prove me wrong.” He sinks his teeth into my neck.
My right knee gives out. Literally turns to Jell-O. One minute into this encounter, and I’m already a shaking, wrung-out wreck.
This man wrecks me. In all the best ways.
Then he’s trailing his mouth down my throat. He’s giving my nipple a gentle pinch before reaching between us to slide a hand inside the elastic waistband of my skirt. I have to thank the universe for that stroke of luck.
It’s like she was looking out for me. Making sure I was easily accessible for, well, this.
“You ain’t gonna let me kiss you here.” His other hand moves from the house to my lips, his first finger pressing against my mouth. “Can I kiss you here instead?”
Without hesitation, his hand moves inside my underwear and finds my center. We both gasp when his middle finger glides through my slit with ease.
A dead giveaway.
A confession of sorts.
My face burns. I close my eyes.
“You can hate me all you want, Dallas.” His fingertip catches on my clit, and I dig my fingernails into his side. “But your body don’t lie.”
Pressure. So much pressure behind my closed eyes and between my legs. It tightens. Is edged with pain.
I want to come so badly I could cry.
“Lemme kiss you here,” he repeats, circling my clit. “Say yes.”
My legs shake. “Please, Colton—”
“That a yes?”
I nod. “Yes, goddamn it.”
Another dark, velvety chuckle as his thick finger moves back and slips inside me. “So fuckin’ soft for someone who’s so hard on herself.” He pushes his finger farther, a burning stretch blooming to life there. “So hard on me.”
I rock my hips so that I’m riding his hand. His finger is large enough to hurt a little. But I like it.
“That’s rich,” I pant. “Coming from you.”
He straightens his neck so that he can look me in the eye. “I’m hard on you because—”
“You’re hard on yourself too.” I cup his face with my hand, reveling in the feel of his scruff poking into my palm. “That’s what I meant.”
His expression flickers. Nostrils flare. All the while, he pushes his finger deeper inside me, then starts thrusting it.
He’s angry.
He’s thinking.
“Why don’t we leave that shit at the door tonight, then?” His jaw keeps ticking. “We ain’t all that good to ourselves. But maybe we can be good to each other.”
My stomach swoops violently at this very real show of emotion. “I know you’re gonna love to show me how it’s done.”
He thrusts his finger one last time. Deep enough to make my breath catch. He’s leaning in, his breath hot on my ear.
“You’re tight. We’re gonna have to do some prep before I fuck you here. You’ll let me fuck you, yeah? Because I’m good at that too.”
My skin goes up in flames. He’s being obscene. Forward. Presumptuous.
I love it.
“Yeah. The hurt—sometimes it’s good.”
He bites my earlobe, making me yelp. At the same time, he circles my clit with his fingertips. “You’re one fucking surprise after another. It’s infuriating.”
“The good kind of infuriating, I hope?”
He chuckles. Then he’s falling to his knees and he’s pushing up my skirt and pulling down my underwear. “Yes. The good kind.”
I hiss at the rush of fresh air against my aching center. He arcs his thumb over the spot on my thigh where he bit me.
“That hurt?”
I shake my head. “The reminder of what we did—I like it.”
He leans in and presses the gentlest of kisses to the same spot, soothing it with his lips and tongue. But it’s when he hooks my leg over his shoulder and looks up at me that I stop being able to breathe.
“Watch how good I can be to you.” He runs his hand up my bare thigh, the one resting on the broad expanse of his shoulder. “Maybe then you’ll be a little better to yourself.”
There’s a flutter where my heart should be. I grope blindly for the organ, wondering where the hell it went. The same way I grope for air.
What is happening?
Why can’t I get a grip on my body?
He lifts his hands and gently parts me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
I laugh, because I’m worried I’ll cry if I don’t. “Thanks? Thank you?”
He uses his thumbs to play with me, running one through my slit, tickling my clit with the other.
It’s all I can do not to convulse. I feel like I’m being crushed by the weight of my need to come. This is a heavy, heavy thing to carry, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.
Make it last. I don’t wanna go home.
He tilts his head down, his neck bending in the sexiest way imaginable as he presses his lips to my clit.
I bite back a loud moan at the sharp-edged lust that tears through my core. His mouth is soft and hot and everything I didn’t know I needed.
His tongue slips between the seam of his lips. He licks me. Kisses me. Toys with me, pressing the tip of his tongue to my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
I grab at him. Grab his hair, reveling in the feel of the thick mass of it.
“Colt.” I tug. “I’m…already…so close.”
In reply, he gives my cunt an open-mouthed kiss. Tongue and lips and, God, just everything.
It. Is. Everything.
This is no half-assed ministration done in the hopes of getting laid. This is the real deal. I don’t have to fake my enjoyment because, well, how could I not enjoy the hell out of this?
I’ve never seen a man go down on me this way. I watch, soul leaving my body, as he moves his head, the kiss becoming ardent. I’m panting. Breathing his name.
He’s grabbing my hand and guiding it inside my shirt. Together we play with my breasts, paying particular attention to my pierced nipple.
Guys are always into that piercing. But sometimes, I feel like they’re secretly judging me. Like I’m the kind of girl they’ll hook up with but not the kind they’d ever take seriously or date.
The piercing gives them permission to treat me like an object.
I do not feel like an object with Colton’s face between my legs.
I feel worshipped. Adored even.
Important.
“This is so good,” I manage, my throat tight all of a sudden. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Colton scrapes his teeth against my clit. At the same time, we pinch my nipple.
My cunt spasms.
I come. I have to keep biting my bottom lip so I don’t shout and yell and just, yeah, totally come apart. Because this orgasm is seismic.
It rocks through me, an earthquake that has my legs shaking and my mind going blank. I roll my hips against his mouth. Colton, bless him, doesn’t stop eating me out. He just slips his other hand onto my ass and holds me steady while I ride the wave.
My heart is trying very hard to beat its way out of my body. The wooden siding chafes my back as I move, but I don’t care.
The orgasm seems to go on forever, stoked to continuous life by Colton’s lips. His tongue.
His tenderness.
Goner, I think wildly as I float back to earth. I am a motherfucking goner.
My body goes limp. I’m finally able to open my eyes.
When I do, I see Colton giving my cunt one last kiss before he looks up at me. His lips are slick with my arousal.
But it’s his eyes that make my heart turn over. Or really, his whole expression. He’s pure golden retriever right now, brow a little furrowed like he’s worried he didn’t please me.
I smile, even as there’s a prick in my eyes. “Good. Great. Excellent. Whatever’s better than excellent. Colton, that was…” I let out a breath. “Best. The best. Ever, ever, ever.”
His hand is still on my breast. He gently kneads it. “You’re gonna give me a big head.”
“Lemme guess. You already have one.” My eyes flick to his crotch.
“You catch on quick.”
“Here.” My chest heaves as I try to calm the shaking that’s taken over my entire body. “Let me take care of that.”
His eyes are earnest when he replies, “That’s not what this is. Tit for tat. I don’t expect—”
“What if I want to?” I curl my fingers in his hair, running my nails over his scalp. “Maybe I can make you feel good too.”
His lips part as I continue to play with his hair. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Up, cowboy.” I give his hair another tug.
He carefully removes my leg from his shoulder. “You okay to stand?”
“I’m okay.”
I’m so not okay.
I offer him my hand. He takes it in the warm mitt of his. His palm and fingers are calloused, but his touch is gentle.
He turns my hand over, baring the underside of my wrist.
Then he leans in and gently—gently—presses a kiss to the skin there, my breath catching at the slight tickle of his scruff.
I am not ready for this man.
He knows what he’s doing. Who he is. What he wants.
I won’t let him kiss my mouth. But this kiss and the one that came before it—those just might be the most intimate kind of kisses of all.