21. Collins
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
COLLINS
I get into the truck and look over at the porch, seeing Blake and Samantha waving at us.
I wave back at them. I let go a huge sigh of relief that I’ve been holding in all night long, “You grew up how people dream of growing up.” I look over at him.
“If there is a dictionary definition that describes the perfect family, it would be yours.”
“They are pretty cool,” he agrees, “even Carter.”
“He’s funny.” I remember him coming in and kissing my hand and then my cheek, making Theo push him off me.
Each time he came close to me, Theo would get between us.
At the end, he would do it just to get a rise out of Theo, which made Theo stay glued to me.
I did not hate that feeling. He spent most of the night touching me in little ways.
My hand, my shoulder, my arm. Kissing my head or the corner of my forehead, and then the little kisses on the lips.
“He’s really nice. Your whole family is just—” I sigh.
“Yeah, they are pretty great,” he admits. Being with his family, I make it a mission that my child will grow up like that, regardless of whether this thing between me and Theo ends.
I look out the window as we drive back to his house. “What are you thinking about?” He reaches over and holds my hand in his.
“I’m thinking that I want our child to be carefree. I want there always to be laughter. I want our child not to have to ever doubt how much they are loved.”
“With you as their mom and with my parents, sisters, and even my brother, this child will never have to worry about being loved.”
“I know,” I say, smiling, “that makes it so much better.”
He pulls up in his driveway, and we walk in holding hands. “You going to get in the shower?” he asks me, and I nod my head. “I’ll meet you in bed.”
I feel a bit disappointed when he doesn’t try to come and shower with me. After, I pull on the same shorts and tank I had on last night. I put my hand to my stomach. “Here goes nothing.”
He’s sitting with his back to the headboard, bare-chested, the covers folded around his waist, the light on the side table turned on.
His eyes are on mine as I put my knee on top of the covers instead of going under them.
I make it to his side and then throw my leg around him, straddling him.
“Thank you for today and tonight.” I put my hand on his chest, and he puts his hands on my legs, rubbing up and then holding my hips.
I bend my head to kiss his lips, my tongue sliding into his mouth.
His hands move from my hips to my ass as he squeezes it in his hand.
The kiss deepens as his hand moves from my ass to my back, where he bunches my tank in his hands, pulling it up.
I let go of his lips enough for him to slide it over my head and toss it to the side.
I put my hand on the side of his neck before kissing him again.
This time the kiss is full of need and I move my hips, my mouth swallowing his moan.
His hand moves up to play with my nipple.
I have to let go of his mouth to let out my own moan.
“Still sensitive,” I pant out, “ever since—” I don’t finish because his mouth goes around my nipple, sucking it deeper.
My head hangs back as he moves from one breast to the other and then back again.
My hips move up and down on his covered cock.
“Theo,” I moan his name as he sits up, wrapping an arm around my waist and turning me so my back is on the bed.
My legs open for him as he kneels between them.
His mouth falls to my mouth. I hold his head in my hands as he kisses me to the point that I’m breathless.
“I can get used to this,” he says, letting my mouth go. “Don’t want to sleep without you—”
“Yes.” It flies out of my mouth. “All of this, yes.” His grin turns into a smirk as he moves his kisses from my neck to in between my breasts, to one nipple, where he flicks it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, and then repeating the action with the other one.
My whole body shivers under his touch. Every time his fingers, mouth, or tongue touch me, I feel like a firework about to blast off into the sky.
He kisses my stomach, moving his nose side to side before he mumbles something I can’t hear.
I make a mental note to ask him about it later when I feel his finger move between the top of my shorts and my hips.
“Lift,” he instructs me, and I raise my hips as he peels my shorts off me.
“Collins,” he says, looking at my pussy, “I barely touched you, and you’re already wet.
” He rubs his fingers through my slit. “Mouth is watering.” He gets down on his stomach.
“Need to taste you.” He pushes one leg up over his shoulder before his eyes look into mine, and he slides his tongue into me.
My hand goes to his head as he licks up to my clit. “Theo,” I say his name as my hips buck up, and he slides two fingers in me. His tongue moves up and down on my clit as his fingers stroke inside me.
He licks his forefinger and moves my clit side to side. “So ripe.” He moves his other hand up my ribs to play with my nipple, rolling it in between two of his fingers. “So wet.” He slips his fingers out of me and back in.
As much as I want to watch, I can’t help but close my eyes and take it in. I feel like he’s all over me. “I’m going to—” My hips move up to get his finger deeper in me.
“I can feel you”—he moves his fingers faster and faster—“getting tighter.” My hips meet his fingers as he fucks me.
“Theo . . .” My stomach gets tight, and I feel myself letting go, my pussy contracting around his fingers.
“So fucking tight,” he states. “Can’t wait to sink my cock into you.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Please, I need you.”
He pulls his fingers from me and slides them into his mouth, cleaning them off. “Hmm,” he groans, “so sweet.”
I sit up, my hands going to his boxers and pulling them down. My hand grips his shaft, and I swallow the tip of his cock. The saltiness of his precum hits my tongue, and I groan. “Fuck, don’t do that,” he hisses, and I look up at him. “Going to forget to go slow, and instead I’ll fuck your face.”
I have never been with someone who has lost control before. Someone who didn’t hold back. I swallow as much of him as I can before moving my mouth up to the tip and then down again, each time trying to take more and more of his cock in my mouth.
“Collins,” he calls my name in a hiss, “stop fucking around with me.” He grabs my hair at the back of my neck in his fist before his hips move.
“Going to fuck your mouth. When I’m about to come, going to pull out.
” He hits the back of my throat. “Then, I want you on your back, legs spread, and I’m going to fuck your pussy.
” I nod my head, wanting exactly what he just said.
“Not going to last long though.” The head of his cock swells in my mouth.
“Your mouth is heaven, but your pussy . . .” he pulls out, “your pussy is what fucking dreams are made of. On your back.” I fall onto my back, opening my legs.
“You okay with us doing it without a condom?” He smiles.
“We should have had this talk this morning. I got tested before I found out about the baby, and I haven’t been with anyone since you. ”
“I wasn’t with anyone after you, and, well, I was with one person before you,” I reply nervously, trying not to get into my head about it. “And it’s too late to knock me up.”
“Are you sure?” he asks me, and I just nod my head.
He takes his cock in his hand and comes to me.
“Then put me in you.” I grip his cock and guide him to me.
I place him at my entrance, and with his blue eyes on mine, he slides into me.
“Fuck,” he swears when he’s planted inside of me.
My hands are around his neck, his fists by my side.
“Every fucking time it feels like the first time.”
“Is that bad?”
He puts his forehead on mine. “It is for me,” he declares, my hands moving to his chest. “I want to last all fucking night long.” He closes his eyes, and then his mouth finds mine as he kisses me softly, pulling out of me and then slamming into me.
My back arches up as I moan. His hand goes to the back of my neck as he pulls out, and I look between us to watch him slam into me.
“More,” I pant out as I watch him fuck me, “give me more.” I have never been this turned on before, never been so needy for it.
I wet two fingers with my tongue before sliding them between us and playing with my clit.
He puts his hands beside my shoulders, and I run my hands up his chest, my nails scoring him as he kisses me. “Need you to get there,” he pants, and I close my eyes. “I’m going to—” He pulls out to the tip and then slams into me.
I tilt my hips back, and he sinks in deep, his cock rubbing my G-spot at the right angle when he slams back in again.
My mouth opens, and my moan fills the room, along with his name: “Theo.” My hands grip his ass, pulling him more into me, making sure he doesn’t move as I ride the orgasm.
He buries his face in my neck when his own orgasm rips through him.
Our labored pants match as he rolls us both to the side, his cock still buried in me. “That was”—I kiss his neck—“better than this morning.”
“I thought I was going to fucking explode the minute I got my cock into you. Took everything not to just come.”
He pulls out of me and gets off the bed, his boxers still around his hips. “Round two is going to be so much better,” he promises, “and longer.” He winks at me as he walks to the bathroom.
“You’re welcome,” I call to his empty doorway, and he comes out to look at me. “If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t have even had a round one.”
“Yes, we would have.” He glares. “It just would have been later.”
I smirk, getting on my side and putting my head on my fist, watching him. “Like I said, you’re welcome.”