Chapter 19
Leesa
‘Why is this thing so hard to get off?’
He’d managed to get my bralette over one shoulder, but I was stuck with my arms above my head while he tried to dislodge it on the other side.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d giggled during foreplay.
If I hadn’t discovered that Colin had apparently lusted after me for a while, if we hadn’t had two weeks of banter and innuendo behind us, I might have drowned in discomfort, but the combination of deep, drawled dirty talk and candid humour had so far kept me calm.
‘Although,’ he said and leaned back to skim his gaze down my body, ‘this has possibilities.’ He stared at my boobs – my ‘sweet tits’ as I might have to call them from now on – biting his lip.
‘I’m going to get a cramp.’
‘I’d better get you free then.’ Sliding his hand up my side, he managed to shift the material over my other shoulder and off. ‘You need to get comfortable.’
Comfortable wasn’t exactly what I felt with his hands casually grasping my ribcage. Worked up, out of my mind, burning hot would be better ways to describe the state of me. When he dropped to his knees in front of me, my lungs were suddenly inadequate. My heaving breath angled my aching breasts up.
‘That’s it,’ he praised with a rumbling groan. ‘Give me those cute little nipples. These are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Gonna suck on them like a fucking lollipop.’
I started to ask myself why I should find his muttered profanities so hot, but he scraped his tongue, hard, over my left nipple and delight showered over me. My eyelids drooped and my head fell back as I clutched at his head, his wavy hair soft under my fingers.
His breath was scalding on my skin, his lips and tongue slow and deliberate.
When he closed his mouth tightly around the nipple, my eyes flew open again on a gasp.
I needed to see him doing what he’d threatened.
Muffled moans told me how much he was enjoying this and he curled his tongue around the nipple and sucked, triggering shot after shot of endorphins, my nerve endings overwhelmed in the best possible way.
As he moved to the other side, his hand stroked along my inner thigh. I had a flash of memory from before, the hot skin of his cock in my hand, between my legs. I was almost afraid of how good it had felt.
‘Open up for me, sweetheart. I want to feel how hot you are for me.’
His cocky tone made me want to roll my eyes, but he wasn’t wrong. ‘A natural physical response to an attractive person,’ I said, aiming for a superior tone, but failing spectacularly, my heaving chest giving me away completely.
He just shot me a grin from under his lashes. ‘I knew you found me attractive. You can say what you want, but this’ – his thumb stroked over my underwear – ‘is all for me. Because I’m gonna fuck you like in your favourite fantasies.’
‘You’ve got to stop saying that,’ I complained.
‘You like it too much?’
‘Yes,’ I admitted on a groan.
‘You’ll like it even more when it’s my cock right here.’
I hadn’t even noticed him moving my knickers to the side and his thumb pushed up through the soft folds and then he worked it partway in, making me gasp.
‘Please.’
‘I love it when you beg.’ He urged me up to slide my underwear down and I didn’t care any more that I was completely naked and he still had his socks on.
All I cared about was his thick, hard cock, standing at full attention again.
‘Up on the bed, babe,’ he said, tapping my thigh, and I hopped back without question.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection as he crawled up over me. I didn’t have a large sample to judge, but his seemed rather pretty as well, uncircumcised, straight and pale and I kept thinking about licking it, wondering how it would taste, what his skin would feel like on my tongue.
His voice interrupted my thoughts, his tone amused. ‘Go on, Leesa.’
‘Hmm?’
‘Not too much, because I’m getting ready to blow, but go for it.’ He gripped the base and gave it a little pressure, which he seemed to enjoy.
I blushed furiously, wondering how I could have been so transparent.
‘Or you can just keep imagining it,’ he said with a crooked smile. ‘I know I will.’
His baiting worked. I scooted down the bed between his legs, propped myself up and took the swollen head straight into my mouth.
Salty. Smooth. Hot. Mmm.
He jerked in my mouth. ‘Jesus Christ!’
I swirled my tongue, flicking it and then taking him further in. His hands fell to the headboard and I tumbled onto my elbows as he went deeper with a choked grunt. But he pulled out again with a gasp.
‘How was that?’ he asked through panting breaths as I shuffled back up to the pillows, his fingers drifting to my knee and urging my leg up. ‘I knew you weren’t a nice girl.’
‘I am a nice girl,’ I insisted with a smile, even as he pressed his weight over me, his cock brushing my thigh.
Holding him in the cradle of my legs was its own thrill, my impressions of him from the past two weeks swimming in my memory: sweat dripping off his body; drops of blood; the darkness that crept into his eyes; the sad dragon.
‘Maybe you are a nice girl,’ he allowed. ‘You sucked my dick like a fucking angel and I’m going to see that in my dreams when I’m an old man waiting to die.’
The vivid images he drew with his words took me aback. Imagining him thinking of me while he was dying made my thoughts and feelings swirl together in a mess.
‘Still with me, Lees?’ he asked, his voice rasping as he smoothed his thumb between my legs, along the slippery furrow, stirring me up, making my blood pound, my thoughts consumed by what I wanted him to do to me.
The tip of his thumb nudged gently – far too gently – at my clit and I could barely breathe.
‘Doing okay?’ This time I caught the amusement in his tone.
‘Yep,’ I managed to reply, grabbing a handful of his hair. ‘Just preparing my Henry Cavill fantasy.’ I had no such thing. The way I had to separate my thoughts and feelings during sex was more abstract than that. But the stupid comment had the desired effect.
‘You’re going to have Colin Gallagher fantasies from today,’ he promised roughly.
I just raised a brow and he growled at me, his mouth slamming down onto mine, his tongue hungry and insistent.
I was much less self-conscious when he propped one elbow by my head and reached down with his other hand to guide his cock to where I wanted it. There was a moment of sharp pressure, the most compelling friction, and I couldn’t contain a gasp.
Then he was there, in my body, lodged deep and tight, his face buried in my neck.
I wrapped my arms around him, the fingers of one hand tangled in his hair. My stomach dipped, questions flooding my mind as I wondered how I had allowed him this close.
But his lips closed around my ear and then he murmured, ‘You’re gonna ruin me. Fucking perfect around my cock.’
Colin
My brain had never had to work so hard in bed, but I was having fun. She got a sort of shadow in her eyes when she was going off course. I was getting the hang of bringing her back, though.
She felt so good: the way she softened to take me; how she bowed her body, giving me the perfect angle; the noises she made, as though my dick were the exact thing she’d been missing. It was getting difficult to stay focused on her pleasure when mine was skyrocketing.
I wasn’t going to last as long as I would have liked, not when it was this good, when it was her. She’d better let me have another go, or I’d be more of a mess than before we tried this.
I was in trouble when she lifted her knee higher and I sank so deep my vision blurred.
She hooked her leg around me, as though she needed me closer, didn’t want to let go, and I gave her what she wanted – I’d give her anything she wanted.
Grinding up into her, I hit an angle that turned her into a panting mess.
‘Ungh, ahhh, yes!’
I couldn’t articulate anything except a grunt, sharp intense pleasure rolling down my spine at the friction, as though we were made for this – for each other.
The pressure only built as I drew out and sank back in, filling her slowly.
The urge to let loose and fuck rose powerfully in me – to let out the build-up of steam.
But she had to stay with me. I needed her here, melting, drowning, coming apart on the molecular level, the way I was.
Her hands skimmed down my back to my arse, gripping and pulling me, notching me tight against her and I was climbing out of my skin, brain and body floating on separate planes as I struggled to process the reality of this gorgeous woman demanding I fuck her.
‘Good,’ she whispered on a panting breath. ‘Mmmngh, Colin!’
I pushed it again, the sound of my name on her lips tipping me over into the animal part of my nervous system. We found a rhythm – jerky and slow, each thrust tearing apart my seams.
‘Please tell me you’re close,’ I whispered in her ear as the sparks gathered at the base of my spine.
‘Mmhmm,’ she replied, her eyes closed.
‘I’m going to get you there, baby,’ I blurted out. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful right now.’ Her only answer was a whimper, but the way she moved under me, I was getting her back. ‘I’m nowhere near finished with the things I want to do to you – the ways I want to fuck you, sweetheart.’
‘Yes.’
The way satisfaction swelled in my chest was almost unbearable. My gorgeous, clever woman. Her busy mind was just as sexy as her body and if she wanted fantasies, I’d give her fantasies.
‘I want you to sit on my cock and get yourself off while I play with your tits – in front of a mirror.’
A gratifying gasp.
I lowered my voice to a growl. ‘I want to fuck you into the mattress – over the edge of the bed. On a picnic blanket with the mountains all around and you on your hands and knees, a pretty dress up around your waist.’
‘Yes. Harder.’
Ohhh, shit. Two words from her and I was done for. Lightning zipped up my spine. Fumbling for her knee, I pushed her leg down so I could pump harder, deeper – wilder. The slap of her body against mine was necessary for my existence. Her increasingly hoarse cries were food and water.
She was nearly there, but I wasn’t gonna— Oh, fuck.
Just as my panic rose along with the looming orgasm, she threw her head back and seized around me, thrashing and gasping and breaking in the most spectacular climax I could have imagined and I only wished I could have enjoyed it for more than the second I had before I shattered too, jerking wildly as I went off inside her, on and on, until I was utterly drained and actually a little embarrassed by how hard I’d come.
I had expected sex with Leesa Kubicka to be the best of my life but, God, I was broken – done for. And I had no idea what to do about it.