28. Colt #2
Alice takes the book from the bed and lifts it, her lips wrapping around the words as she reads. “James undressed hurriedly."
When I don’t immediately move, she nudges me with her foot.
“Alice,” I say.
“It says hurriedly,” she whispers.
I strip my shirt off, my eyes never leaving hers. My jeans come next. I remain in my boxer briefs, my cock impossibly hard. Alice draws in a breath and sits up, running her fingers over my arms, my abs. With one fingernail, she traces the scar on my shoulder before pressing a lingering kiss there.
She hands the book back to me, and I note the slight tremble of her fingers. I wonder if she sees the same in my own.
Swallowing, I read on. “Angelina cried out when his tongue found her eager heat.”
I meet her eyes, and she gives the smallest nod.
Hooking my fingers in her panties, I drag them down over her hips, her thighs, her ankles.
My cock throbs as I pull her toward the edge of the bed.
And then I’m sliding her slender legs over my shoulders and kneeling before her.
Her pussy is spread out before me, already slick with arousal.
“Fuck, Alice,” I growl.
And then I lower my head, unable to wait a second longer.
I drag my tongue in one slow, indulgent lick between her folds.
The moment I taste her, I groan, gripping her thighs to ground myself.
Because now that I’ve had a sample, I want the whole goddamn meal.
I bury my face between her legs, circling her clit, savoring the way her hips buck toward my mouth.
Alice’s fingers run through my hair as I suck her gently, and then firmer, drinking in the little gasps she makes.
She’s shaking, legs tightening around my head as I dive my tongue inside her and then follow it with two fingers.
My lips form a seal around her clit and I suck in a rhythm that has her coming off the bed.
I can feel how close she’s getting.
But I don’t let her tip over.
Not yet.
I slide up her body, kissing every inch on the way up. Alice’s hand slips down my boxers and wraps around my cock. Her grip is firm as she strokes me. I thrust into her fist once, twice, and bite down lightly on her shoulder to keep from groaning too loudly.
Her voice comes out in a broken pant that makes me throb in her grasp. “What happens next?” she asks quietly. “In the book?”
The book’s forgotten somewhere on the mattress.
No longer needed because we both know what comes next.
She’s scared. I can see it all over her beautiful face.
I’m scared too, because this woman is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
What if I fuck it all up? What if I lose the only thing that’s ever felt like family?
Alice cups my face in both hands, pulling me out of my head. “Hey, look at me. We’ve been working so hard.” She nods to show it’s true. “We just… We just need to relieve some stress.”
I search her face, desperate to believe that’s the extent of this. And not like I’m falling from a rappel tower into a feeling I’ve never known. I nod. Small at first, and then with more conviction. “There’s…a lot at stake. It’s your dream.”
“Exactly.” Her fingers stroke my cheek. “And if we don’t let off some steam, we’ll burn out. Just like you said.”
I nod again, entranced by her wide blue eyes. By the taste of her on my lips. “Letting off steam is a good idea.”
Alice presses into me, her hands gripping my face a touch tighter. “I want you, Colt. Do you not want me?”
I drop my forehead to her shoulder, trying to exhume the right words. Turning my head, I kiss her neck, her chin, her forehead. My lips brush over her skin as I say, “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I burn for you, Alice. I dream about touching you every second of every day.”
“Then touch me now, Colt,” she says, kissing me. “And think of nothing else.”
Her soft voice, the stroke of her thumb against my cheek—it blankets every hesitation I have until all that’s left is her. I remove my boxers and her bra and then fish a condom out of my wallet, rolling it on as she watches.
Alice’s arms wrap around my middle as I settle between her thighs.
The head of my cock nudges against her entrance and she draws in a sharp breath.
I kiss her neck, dragging my mouth up the column of her throat, knowing there’s no going back after this.
But I don’t care. The only thing I care about now is being inside her.
I push into her.
The tip of my cock slides in, and fuck if she isn’t hot and tight and perfect.
Her body stretches around me, and my own body practically shudders from the feel of her.
I hold still, allowing her to adjust, my forearms braced on either side of her head.
Another inch, and she moans, her pussy like velvet around my cock.
I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to drive deep.
But I hold myself back, wanting her to feel every second. Wanting that for both of us.
Her hips tilt up, chasing more, and I oblige at once.
I sink another inch, then another, until I’m buried completely.
We’re locked together, hearts thundering against each other.
I stay there, deep inside her, just feeling her around me.
The closeness. The rightness, despite my earlier worries.
Being inside her, I can’t believe I ever doubted that this is where I’m supposed to be.
I start to move—long, slow thrusts—savoring every whimper, swallowing every moan that leaves her mouth.
Her legs wrap tighter around my hips and I rise up, angling to hit her in just the right spot.
Alice’s head falls back, her lips parting, and the pleasure on her face is something I’ll recall as I take my final breath on earth.
We move like that, slow, savoring the feel of each other, until Alice grows restless, her body writhing, irresistible whimpers leaving her. She nudges my arm until I pull out of her entirely, the absence of her heat maddening. She rolls over onto her stomach, spreading her thighs.
Alice lifts her hips up a few inches in invitation, and I cover her body with mine.
Aligning myself, I push back inside of her.
Alice moves backward against me, impatient, and I’m there to meet every measure of her need.
I wrap a hand around her neck, sensing the energy shifting into something more desperate.
The other hand braces my weight as my head drops between her shoulder blades.
“Spread wider for me,” I growl against her ear.
She does instantly.
“Good girl,” I praise.
The moan she releases tells me everything I need to know about what gets her off, and goddamn it’s getting me off too, because I’m relishing the sense of control.
I jerk her hips up higher, drive into her harder.
I can hardly believe this is happening. That I’m fucking Alice Sinclair. But I won’t stop. Not a fucking chance.
I can tell from the way she’s moaning, pushing backward to meet every thrust greedily, that she’s close. I find her clit again, rubbing firmly. “You’re going to do exactly as I ask, aren’t you, baby?”
She whimpers, nodding frantically as her nails dig into the sheets, twisting them.
I groan, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulder. “You’re taking me so well. Being so good for me.”
Another frantic nod.
Fuuuck, she is so sexy like this—ass in the air, spread wide open for me, hips rolling toward my cock and fingers.
I angle deeper, grinding against that spot inside her that makes her cry out.
Lifting Alice’s hips a fraction higher, I move faster still.
My balls slap against her clit with every thrust, and she lets out a small gasp each time our bodies meet.
“Come for me, Alice,” I growl, squeezing her hip. “Come on my cock. Come for me, baby.”
I drop down once more, my body engulfing hers. My hand tightens slightly around her throat and my fingers circle her clit, squeezing lightly.
She comes hard, pussy gripping my cock in waves that nearly flatline me.
Alice all but screams my name, chasing the pleasure as it rocks through her.
I follow her over the edge, spilling into the condom with a groan, hand gripping her hip.
The orgasm is a tidal wave of ecstasy, a high that obliterates everything else in existence.
My hips jerk through the last pulses, trying to extend the sensation as long as possible, buried as deep as I can get.
Eventually, the pleasure subsides. We come down, gasping, gripping each other. Holding on for dear life because although we told ourselves otherwise, something fundamental has shifted between us. Now that I’ve been inside Alice, I don’t just feel deep affection for her.
I feel protective.
Territorial.
Like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure she’s safe, cared for.
Happy. I pull out of her, already mourning the absence of her wrapped around me.
Stripping off the condom, I tie it off and throw it away.
Then, as quickly as I can get to her, I’m back, wrapping my arms around Alice and pulling her close.
We don’t speak as she nuzzles her head beneath my chin.
We just cling to each other.