Chapter Nine
Archie
Mom’s finally heading out the door. “Bye, love!” she calls to Colt as she unlocks her car. “I’ll see you both later!”
“Drive safe,” Colt replies from the porch, standing there like always, watching until her car pulls away and disappears down the street.
The second her taillights are gone; my stomach flips hard. Oh my god. Colt is about to dominate my ass; literally.
The realization hits me like a truck. All the teasing from earlier, the way he felt against me in the kitchen, the filthy promises he growled in my ear… it’s all about to happen. No more interruptions, no more sneaking; just him and me.
Giddy nerves explode in my chest. My face heats up; I feel like I might actually vibrate out of my skin.
I panic and launch myself off the couch, bolting through the living room and into the hallway like my life depends on it.
I take the stairs two at a time, heart hammering, and slam the door shut behind me and dive under the covers, yanking them up over my head like that could somehow hide me from the overwhelming anticipation.
I’m breathing fast under the blanket, curled up in a ball, half-laughing and half-terrified. What the hell am I doing?
I can already hear Colt’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Then his deep, sexy laugh from the hallway, low and amused. “Archie… why did you run from Daddy?”
Oh my god.
I squeak under the covers and bury my face into the pillow, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. This is all still so new. Yesterday morning was the first and only time I’ve ever had sex, and now Colt is coming for me like this… confident, hungry, and completely in control.
The bedroom door opens with a quiet click. Another warm, rumbling laugh rolls out of him. Two seconds later the covers are ripped off me. I yelp as Colt’s big hand comes down hard on my ass with a loud smack, the sting blooms across my skin instantly.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, lifting my head.
Colt rolls me over onto my back easily, like I weigh nothing. He looms over me, eyes dark and predatory, a wicked grin on his face.
“Finally,” he growls, thick with satisfaction. “I’ve got you all to myself.”
I swallow hard, staring up at him. My body is already reacting, heart racing, skin hot, cock twitching in my boxers. I smile nervously, cheeks burning, but I can’t hide how much his dominance affects me. He looks like he wants to devour me.
Colt’s weight presses me into the mattress as he leans down, mouth claiming mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I melt under him almost instantly. He tastes like coffee and heat, and when his tongue slides against mine I make a soft, embarrassing sound into his mouth.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark. “You ran from me,” he murmurs, voice rough. “That’s cute.”
Before I can respond, he shifts his hips, grinding his hard cock against mine through our clothes. I gasp, hips jerking up without thinking. He does it again, slower this time, dragging the thick length of himself right along mine until I’m panting.
“Colt…” I whisper, already aching.
He sits back on his heels and yanks my robe open completely, pushing it off my shoulders.
His hands slide down my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re tight and sensitive.
Then lower; he hooks his fingers into my boxers and tugs them down my thighs, freeing my cock.
It slaps against my stomach, already leaking.
Colt hums low in approval. He wraps one big hand around me and strokes once, firm, thumb swiping over the head to spread the wetness.
“Already so fucking wet for me,” he says, voice gravelly. “You’ve been thinking about this since the kitchen, haven’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip hard as he strokes me again, tighter this time.
He lets go and stands up, stripping off his own shirt, sweatpants, and underwear in one smooth motion. His cock is thick and so fucking big, curving up. My mouth goes dry just looking at it.
He climbs back over me, caging me in with his arms. Then kisses me again, slower this time, while one hand slides between my legs. Two thick fingers press against my hole, circling.
“You’re still a little sore from yesterday, aren’t you?” he murmurs against my lips.
I nod, cheeks burning.
“Good,” he says, almost purring. “Means you’ll feel every inch when I open you up again.”
He reaches over to the bedside drawer and grabs the small bottle of lube, popping the cap with his thumb. I watch, heart racing, as he coats two thick fingers generously.
He kisses me again as he pushes one slick finger inside me slowly, stretching me open with that perfect, slippery burn. I moan into his mouth, legs falling wider without meaning to.
Colt chuckles darkly against my lips. “That’s it. Let me hear you, baby.”
He curls his finger slowly, searching, until he finds that spot that makes my hips jerk. “There you are,” he murmurs, with satisfaction.
He strokes that spot again and again, patient and relentless, until my breathing turns ragged. My cock is leaking steadily onto my stomach.
Colt adds a little more pressure, fucking me with just that one finger, and suddenly I can’t hold it back anymore. A loud, broken moan rips out of me; raw and shameless. My eyes roll back and my back bows off the bed at the unexpected pleasure.
Colt freezes for half a second, then groans like I just punched him in the chest. His eyes go feral. “Christ, Archie,” he rasps, obsessed. “Again.”
He curls his finger harder, stroking that spot with purpose, and I moan again, louder this time, helpless. The sound seems to drive him crazy. He leans down and bites my neck, sucking hard as he keeps working that finger in and out, faster now.
“You have no idea what that sound does to me,” he growls against my skin. “I want every fucking noise you’ve got, baby. Don’t you dare hold back on me.”
He keeps going, adding more lube, until I’m writhing under him. Then, slowly, he works a second finger in alongside the first, stretching me wider. The burn is intense, but the pleasure is even stronger. I moan again, louder, thighs shaking.
Colt’s breathing is ragged now. He watches my face like he’s addicted, slowly pumping two thick fingers in and out, scissoring them open, preparing me.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, voice rough. “Taking my fingers so well. Gonna work you open nice and slow… until you’re fucking dripping for me.”
I whimper at the filthy promise, hips rolling down onto his hand, chasing more.
Colt presses a third finger into me, slow and slick with more lube. The stretch is intense now; a sharp, burning sting that makes my breath hitch. I moan, the sound cracking in the middle as a flicker of panic hits me.
“Colt, fuck… th-that’s a lot,” I gasp, thighs trembling.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs. “But you’re doing so fucking good for me. This greedy little hole is sucking in three of my fingers.”
He curls them slowly, stroking that spot inside me until the burn starts melting into overwhelming pleasure. I moan again, louder, hips twitching.
Colt watches my face with dark, hungry eyes. “That’s it; let me hear how full you feel. Gonna stretch you so wide, baby.”
I’m panting, cock leaking… when I feel him trying to work a fourth finger in alongside the others.
My eyes fly open; a shocked, overwhelmed moan rips out of me as the pressure spikes. I laugh breathlessly through it, shaking my head. “I don’t… I don’t think I can take four, Colt,” I whimper, voice shaky.
“Yes, you can,” he coos, leaning down to bite the side of my neck hard enough to make me cry out.
At the same time, his other hand strokes me slow and tight.
“You’re gonna take all four fingers for Daddy.
I want this tight little hole gaping open for me.
You can do it, baby. Just breathe… let me in. ”
The combination of his teeth on my neck, his hand stroking me, and his filthy words makes my head spin.
The sting and pressure are overwhelming, but the pleasure keeps building right alongside it.
I moan loudly, thighs shaking as I feel my body slowly, reluctantly opening up around his thick fingers.
Colt groans loud and unrestrained. “That’s my good boy… look at you taking four fingers like a fucking dream.”
He sits up slowly, eyes locked between my spread legs with this dark, fascinated look on his face. “Fucking hell, Archie…” he breathes, almost reverent.
He keeps his four thick fingers buried deep inside me, barely moving them now; just holding them there, letting me adjust to the overwhelming stretch.
I’m writhing on the bed, back arching, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
The burn is so intense it borders on too much, but the pressure against that spot inside me keeps sending sparks of blinding pleasure through my whole body.
I moan loudly, helplessly, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Colt’s free hand strokes my thigh soothingly, but his eyes never leave where he’s stretching me open. “Look at that… four fingers, baby. You’re taking four of my fingers so deep. Your hole is stretched so wide around them… so fucking pretty.”
I whimper, hips twitching, trying to adjust to the insane fullness. Every tiny shift of his fingers makes me gasp and moan again. I feel so exposed, so full, and owned.
Colt leans in closer, still mesmerized, slowly twisting his fingers just enough to make me cry out. “That’s it,” he praises. “Keep making those sounds for me. Let me watch you fall apart on my hand.”
I’m panting, sweating, cock throbbing untouched against my stomach as I writhe under his gaze.
Colt’s grin turns downright cheeky, his pupils blown wide with lust as he looks at me. He shifts his hand and tries to work his thumb in alongside the four fingers already stretching me.
I jerk hard, a sharp cry escaping me, and instinctively push at his shoulder with my foot, gently kicking him back. “No more… Jesus Christ, my ass,” I gasp, breathing hard. “Oh my god…”