Chapter 27 #2
“Colton”—she drew out the last letter—“I know you wanna fuck me.”
He swallowed, his eyes flicking back up to her eyes. “I want to do unfathomable things to you, Moretti. But I won’t unless I know you’re sober enough to remember tomorrow how hard I make you come tonight.”
She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of what he might do to her.
“What do you want me to do? You want me to walk a straight line while tapping my nose with each pointer finger at intervals? Want me to breathe into a breathalyzer? How can I prove to you that I’m sober enough for you to ruin me tonight, officer?
” In a way she wasn’t certain made her seem less drunk, she continued, “Z, Y, X, W, V, U, T—”
“Luc,” he groaned. His hand ran over the bulge in his pants, and Lucia wanted that honor.
“Come ruin me, Superstar,” she purred. Her confidence astounded even her, but Colton did something to her that no other man had been able to.
He must’ve decided that she was sober enough, because he was on her in an instant, a strong hand cupping her face and a finger dropping down, down, down until her legs were widening and a whimper left her mouth.
“I want you to wear this dress while you come all over my cock.” He buried a hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. His breath swirled against the column of her throat before he pressed kisses to it.
Lucia slid a hand down his toned chest and stomach before she landed on that bulge. She fumbled with his belt, frustrated. When she finally got him free of his pants, he hissed at her touch. She smiled innocently at him, batting her eyelashes as she pulled him to rest at her entrance.
His body stilled. “You’re not wearing anything underneath this dress?” The noise he made was primal. He kissed her hard, rubbing himself against her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, needing him inside of her.
She heard the sound of foil ripping, and her eyebrows came together, even as she continued enjoying the feel of him pressed against her. “You had a condom in your pocket? You knew this was gonna happen?”
“Car. Grabbed it before we came in.” He grunted the words out as he pumped the condom over his erection and placed it back at her entrance. His hand palmed her body until it reached her ass, and he picked her up easily.
He slipped into her, his hands on her hips, holding her up. For a second, she marveled at the strength it must’ve taken to hold her up with just his arms, and then she was digging her nails into well-muscled shoulders and moaning.
“Yes, Colton, please.”
“Please what, Moretti? What do you want?”
“God—” She choked as he slammed in and out of her. She couldn’t believe she’d been wet enough that he’d slipped right in without any resistance. She loved the feeling of him moving inside of her, loved how deep he hit her, but she knew she needed more. “I want you to lean me over this—fuck.”
She swallowed as he kept pumping in and out of her.
“What was that?” he asked her smugly, a smirk on his beautiful face.
“Lean—lean me over this counter and rail me, please.”
He cursed, setting her back down on the counter for half a second before turning her around. Her body pressed into the cool marble of her kitchen countertop, feeling the chill spread through the fabric of her dress.
Colton’s hands drifted underneath her dress and up until they gripped her hips tightly. She grabbed onto the bar top in front of her, and this time when he slid into her, she cried out. He was deeper than anybody had ever been, and she finally knew what it meant to be completely full.
“Oh my god, Colt, yes.”
“You like that?” Yes. She loved it. She never wanted it to stop. “So fucking good, Moretti. You feel so fucking good.”
The sounds of him slapping against her were pushing her toward her climax, and she felt her ass bouncing at every thrust.
Colton slid an arm up out of her dress and placed it lightly against her throat, pulling her against him as he continued thrusting.
“Hold onto me, Luc.” She pulled her hand from the counter and placed it around the back of his neck.
The hand on her hip gripped her tighter before sliding down to her clit and rubbing her in circles.
Over and over, he filled her from behind, his lips pressed to her ear, whispering all kinds of dirty things.
“Oh my—fuck, Colton. I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are. Come all over my cock, pretty girl.” His tempo inside of her and against her core picked up until she was screaming his name. The earth fractured, and she felt herself tightening around him, her body nearly giving out from the pleasure.
The hand that had been playing with her clit flattened against her stomach, anchoring her to him.
His other remained around her throat, and she loved the feel of his large hand there.
He’d learned from their first time how she liked it.
She leaned further into him, her hand fisting into his hair the way it had on the plane.
“Such a good girl. I love when you listen to me.” She tugged at his hair a little, just to spite him, and a garbled cry left his mouth.
He used the hand that was around her throat to push her face to the side and kiss her mouth.
He thrust into her twice more, the arm around her stomach tightening as he came hard, moaning deeply into her mouth.
She enjoyed the feeling of his body shaking with his orgasm. And though she knew it was stupid, she pulled herself from him, turned around, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. If it was going to be her last time feeling this way, she needed it all.
Which is why she took his hand and led him into her bedroom, her silent question already answered as he walked behind her.
After helping her take off her makeup and change, he slipped into her bed and held her close, his warmth enveloping her like a shield from the reality she’d be faced with the next morning.