5. Maggie
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maggie
“Hey, hey. Wake up. Colt. Wake up.” I shake him out of a dead sleep. He started sleeping here after dating for a week and would stay up way too late talking. It was easier, and Mak is always in Tony’s room. Now it’s been two weeks together and three days of shirtless sleeping, for him. He’s lying on his stomach, but most of the night he was wrapped around me. I feel so French when he does that. Like I’m having a casual tryst with a hot American.
He doesn’t get up but talks sideways into the pillow. “What? I’m so fucking tired. We were up all night.”
I kiss his back. “Yeah, we were.” He kissed me raw. I’ve got some serious stubble burn today.
“Meerkat, focus. What’s going on?”
“I have an idea.” I shift in the bed and touch his naked back again. Mostly because I can, and it’s exciting every time.
“And it couldn’t wait till I was awake?”
“No, morning grump, it could not, because this is such a tremendous idea. You have school.”
“You have school this morning, Maggie. I don’t.”
“Yes, I know. But most days you have school, and we have Mak and Tony, Danny and Lizzie and Kris and that Tex guy and there’s a lot of people and a lot of things to do and a lot of things to see. But I only like spending time with you now.”
He flips over, and I’m propped up on an elbow. A slow, sexy grin spreads across his face just before he pulls me down to him. He kisses me, then pulls the pillow over for us to share while his hand drifts to my hip. After the past two weeks of dry humping, he has thoroughly explored my neck. He’s kissed one breast, and it was nicely fondled, but I’m going to need the left breast fondled soon. The grinding on each other has been nice, but like I really like him and want this to be more. What if he doesn’t want that from me? What if I’ve been shoved into the cuddle zone without all the other things? But then he plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.
“You don’t have class on Monday, and I only have class first thing in the morning. We can do homework either the next day or early in the morning.” His fingers are drawing little circles on my hip as my shirt rides up a bit. I can’t think of anything else other than the way he’s touching me.
“Maggie, what are you getting at?” He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I feel his morning wood and… oh, this might be fun. No. Focus. I shake my head and look back at him. “Stop distracting me with your ‘you know.’” He kisses me. It’s a little too passionate for the morning, but it’s really good.
He smiles. “Maggie, my cock likes you too much to not be distracting.” I light up a bit. And the way he says that word makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s so sexy because no one I know says that word. I flip my hair forward and stare at him.
“Really?”
“I could try to have a talk with my penis and tell him to be more respectful of how fucking hot you are, but I don’t know if that’s gonna work because you know it’s not like we agree all the time.”
I leap off him and he groans. “Don’t jump. You don’t have a bra on.” He adjusts his massive hard-on. I want to kiss it, and that’s not something I’ve done before. I’ve had sex but blowjobs, not so much.
“Okay, here’s my idea. We alternate making plans for Mondays, and then we’ll talk about your penis in a second.”
“I’d like to discuss my penis now, if you don’t mind.” He cups his giant boner. It’s enormous. Are they all that big? I stroked my last boyfriend’s penis, and it didn’t seem all that big.
“Fine. Why haven’t I seen your penis? Wait. That’s not what I wanted to say.” He’s out of bed in an instant and pulling me close.
“Mags, I’ve been trying to be good because this all feels different. I want it to differ from Gemma.”
“Please don’t make me breathless while saying her name.” He laughs and I push him away and hold him at arm’s length. He cocks an eyebrow. “Let me get this out. My plan is we trade off planning Monday adventures. That’s how we see the city and spend whole days together. That way, the rest of the week, I won’t be mad when you spend time with everybody else and vice versa. But maybe we pick free stuff because I don’t have a ton of money. I know your dad is a senator, but I don’t know if they make money.” He moves my arm out of the way up and throws me over his shoulder. I’m laughing as he tosses me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me with a hungry look.
“Focus.” And then his tongue is in my mouth.
He threads his hands into my hair. Our bodies move into a very tempting position quickly. “Oh, God. Colt.”
“Fuck, Mags. You’re so fucking sexy, and you are different.”
“I am.” I pant out as my hips lift. He sits up and rolls me off of him and points toward the end of the bed. I scramble down there and sit facing him. “You want to talk about my idea?”
He takes my hand. “You’re so kind and enthusiastic. I’m feeling all things I don’t know how to describe.” I let out a long breath. He adds, “This is me talking not my penis, now.”
He pivots from all the lust and my heart swells a little as his eyes soften, looking at me, not my body, but me. I tell him, “I like how you take care of people in a specific way to them. I saw you sharpen one of Danny’s drawing pencils the other day when he was madly sketching in the park. Then you put it back down next to him and he didn’t even notice. But I did.”
He looks down and focuses on his thumb caressing the back of my hand as if he’s embarrassed because he was caught being a good guy. “And I saw you take the last apple, which I know you wanted, at lunch the other day and put it on Kris’ plate because she was bitching about not getting an apple. I want to do those things for you.”
I smile and there’s a lick of a tear at the back of my eyes and I hope it doesn’t fall.
We stare at each other as if we’ve once again suspended time. He breaks our moment. “Maggie, I see you. All of you.”
“Well, not yet.” He grins softly at my joke. I squeeze his hand and let the tears fill my eyes. “I hear you. All of you. Your voice and what you have to say matters to me. I’ll always listen.” He leans forward and kisses me. And the sweetness begins to disappear as our arms reach around each other and he pulls me into his lap.
“I can’t stand it anymore. Where are you at with this?” He caresses my cheek and trails his finger down to my neck, and I don’t think I can breathe.
“Screwing?” I gasp out.
He laughs at me. “Yes. Fucking. Letting me play with all of your body.”
“I’m so down with that. The downest.”
He rolls me over onto my back and cages me from above. Then grinds his hardness into me, and I gasp. He kisses down my jaw. “Maggie, I want to taste you. So, fucking badly.”
“Okay, but what do you think about the Monday idea?”
He never stops kissing my neck. Then he sits up and pulls my t-shirt off. I smile at him. He leans forward and instantly sucks on a nipple, and I throw my head back. “Yes! Finally.”
He lies me back down, and I’m moaning under his tongue’s wicked circles. Then he kisses between my breasts and back up to my mouth slowly. His hands cupping and kneading them.
I arch my back into his touch as he says, “Was that an idea buried beneath all of that beautiful babble?” He moves hair from my face, and now he’s lying on top of me. Skin to skin and my stomach flutters. “Maggie, I’d spend all my time with you if I could, but if you want to spend Mondays together, then they will forever be our day. So, what do you want to do today?” His teeth scrape over my neck and I think I might die. This is what will kill me, Colt’s teeth scraping over my skin. And I have no idea what that obit would look like. Here lies Maggie. She liked to be scraped by Colt.
“You pick first,” I say and he groans, nipping at my neck.
“Maggie, are you okay with seeing nothing but me today?” His hand snakes down my body as he flirts with the waistband. I let a little sigh slip from my open lips.
“That sounds like a really good idea, but I was kind of thinking we would leave the bed?” He kisses me intensely. His eyes are dark as he smirks at me. I’ve seen flashes of this, but he’s a full-on sexy beast right now. “Never mind. Bed it is. I’m helpless to your plans and teeth.”
“Not totally helpless yet.” He takes my hands and pins my wrists above my head. My chest is on full display for him.
“Wow. Now this is the thing that might kill me.”
He sucks my bottom lip and then says, “What?”
“Never mind. Keep doing this.”
“I haven’t had the urge to pin someone down before.”
I cock an eyebrow, swallow hard and ask, “What other urges do you have?”
He gets close to my face with my arms still stretched above my head. “Fuck. Meerkat, you do not want to greenlight my urges when it comes to you.”
I grin and buck up into him, and he puts his teeth around my nipple.
It feels divine, the slight sting of a bite. “Greenlight. Go. Green. All green.”
He stops what he’s doing, and our eyes connect. I think he’ll always be a tiny part of me even after our weeks of being together. I think he became a part of me the moment he kissed me.
“I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Not unless I get consent to do so.”
“Colt.” I scold but am secretly intrigued.
“Maggie.”
“Do what you think I might want?”
He leaps off me, and I see his huge penis and how hard it is. I sit up topless, turned on and very confused. “Get dressed if we’re ever going to leave this room.” He then leans over and pulls one of my breasts into his mouth. He pops off and says, “Jesus. You have to cover up all that perfection.”
“Okay. You do plan to do that again, right?”
“Hell yeah. But I have an idea for our first Monday. But you have to blow off class.”
“Done!” I never do anything like that, but for some reason it seems like the better option. Then I clap and watch as his eyes go directly to my boobs as they jiggle. It makes me laugh, which makes them shake even more.
“Fuck it. We’ll do it next week.” He whips off the shirt he just put on, and pushes me back down then kneels on the side of the bed to run his hands up my outer thighs. “This first. I’m fucking aching for this.”
He lowers me down and splays his hand on my stomach to hold me in place. His other hand pulls my sleep shorts off, and I start to panic. He’s eye level with my most intimate part.
My legs aren’t totally open, but he slides a hand up just above my knee and parts me. “Mags, fuck. This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
I gasp while clutching at his wrist on my stomach.
“But we’re in Paris. Everything is beautiful here.”
“Time for a French kiss, then.”
“What?” And then his tongue makes contact with my skin. All the ways I thought I might die. This is the true one. But I will happily die with his tongue between my legs. He’s kissing his way up my leg. He moves me down to the edge of the bed and places my legs on his shoulders before settling there. I cover my face as my eyebrow twitches. What if it’s gross down there? I tense up and try to close my legs a bit.
He kisses higher on my inner thigh. “Mags. No, this is ours to enjoy. You’re so sweet like honey. Eyes on me right now. Never hide any piece of you from me, especially not this perfect pussy.” I gasp as he calls it that.
He lifts his head and stares at me, then licks the very center of me, and I couldn’t look away if you paid me.
“You like when I call it a pussy?”
I squeak a bit, but no words come out as pleasure ripples through me a little bit.
“This is your clit, Maggie.” He parts me with his tongue and then he sucks, and I try to sit up. It’s so strange to have him there. “Say it, Maggie. Own it. Tell me how good this fucking feels. Tell me so I can own this clit. Let me hear you say it. What’s it called, Meerkat?”
I sputter out, “Clit.” He sucks it again, and I moan.
“Good girl.” He doesn’t need to do much of anything because I can feel it all happening very quickly.
“Colt,” I pant his name. “Colt. This is too much. Colt.” I’ve had sex and made myself come but nothing like this. It’s overwhelming and it’s everywhere in my body.
He lifts his face and wipes it. “You’re wet, Maggie, and I think you’re going to come, and I haven’t even played here yet.” He circles my opening with a finger, and it feels so good. His mouth returns to me, and I detonate. I moan as it pulses through me, and I still feel him sucking on my clit. I shake a bit, then he releases me to sit up. I slowly come back down to earth. His eyes are on me, and he’s stroking the outside of my thighs again.
“Well, that escalated quickly.” He grins, taking a sip of water and wiping his face with the back of his hand.
Then runs his hands through his hair, his penis still tenting his shorts. I’m naked and as he paces around, I feel really naked. I reach for the comforter and his hand grabs it away.
“I told you, don’t hide from me ever. Your body is the most gorgeous thing.”
I pause but put the blanket down. “I don’t think I ever could hide from you. Was that okay?”
There’s a really weird energy, and I don’t know how to handle it so I take a deep breath because I can feel the babble coming on.
Then he turns to me and cups my face. “That was mind-blowing, game-changing soul-shatteringly good. Want to do a lot more of it for the rest of my life.”
I grin and say tentatively, “Eat people out?”
“You. Just you.” He leans down and kisses me deeply and our tongues slide together in reassurance. This kiss gives us a moment to try to figure out how we went from dry humping to cunnilingus in like a sentence or two. “Did you like it?”
I stand up and he takes me in his arms. I own what we do together. I’m not embarrassed or second-guessing. “Yes.” He squeezes me tighter and my boobs smash against him, and I feel him still hard. “Are you okay?”
“Nothing I can’t take care of.” I run my fingers up his spine.
“Can I help?”
He groans. “I’m trying to be good Mags. I think it will be worth it. I want it to mean something and not just getting off.”
“It has so far but I’m not sure you won’t explode.” His hands tangle through the hair on either side of my face. “How about you get dressed? I’ll grab some fresh clothes and be right back.”
He backs away from me with a gentle kiss. Then I say, “And you’re going to masturbate.”
“Hell yeah, I am.”
“Can I watch?” I throw my hand over my mouth. His eyebrows raise as he kisses the back of my hand.
“Interesting idea, but not today. Soon.”
“Before you go can I um, see?” I roll my eyes up and around. I’m still naked. “I mean, I feel a little exposed.”
He towers over me, and our faces are close. “You’re right. There’s a bit of a discrepancy here. Say it, Meerkat. Ask for it.” He licks his lips.
I reach down to his waistband, and he groans as I touch him. And then I pants him in one swift motion, dropping his shorts to the ground. He busts out laughing and so do I.
But then the laughing stops as I take in what just sprang free. Large, leaking and beautiful.
He takes it in his hand and strokes. “You didn’t say it, Mags. And I thought you were a good girl.”
I blurt out the word I know he wants to hear. “Cock. You have a beautiful cock.” He groans and lets go. Then pulls his shorts back up and takes my face in his hand.
“Meerkat, you are everything and you don’t even know it.”
“I know that I’m some things, but…” He cuts me off with a bruising kiss and I melt into his body.
He lets my face go. I keep my eyes closed as I savor his taste. But when I open them, he runs out the door yelling, “Be back in five.”
I smile. “Only five?”
“Have you seen yourself orgasm? It’s a great motivator.”
I flop back down on the bed as he slams the door. That. Just. Happened.