36. Colt
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colt
“Stay over there or we’ll never get home,” She says after taking my breath away. She’s still mine or always has been. We’ve just been living in two parallel universes that never intersected. Just holding onto each other through splinters of time and memory somehow. Distance and life have dulled nothing for me when it comes to this woman.
“I don’t know how to begin without scaring the fuck out of you,” I blurt out.
She grins. “Same. But how about if we tear each other’s clothes off before professing deep scary things? Or figure out what’s next.”
I place my hand over hers and then pull back quickly, as if it’s hot, which she is. Her dress dips down into what’s supposed to be a sweetheart puckered neckline, but her cleavage is on full display. Giving me that perfect view of where her breasts meet and form the most intriguing space I’d like to inspect. This is not the girl I fell in love with but a woman I can’t wait to explore every fucking inch of. I reach out and drift a finger over her collarbone. She catches her breath and sighs. “That’s nice.” She keeps her focus on the road as she pulls out.
“I can’t believe I can just touch you. That you’re here, and I can touch you any way I like.”
“Not any way, but most ways.” I laugh, then flip my fingers over and continue to trace her contours with my nails.
“You’re more beautiful than memories.” She smiles and her eyes fill. “No. What’s wrong?”
“Scary serious things later. Can you get back to talking about how I might make you explode in your pants?” I pull my hand away.
“Got it. Caress and care about you later.” I arrange my shorts, and it’s hard to hide that I’m so hard for her. Always for her. She used to like it when I talked dirty but she has no idea I’ve gotten better at it. The things I say in my head when I’m masturbating to her image are filthy. Hope she’s ready for this. I can’t stand it another minute. I’m jumping out of my skin. I need to play now.
I graze her knee. “What are you doing?”
“Maggie, if I slide my hand up this thigh.” I move it painfully slow. “What will I find?”
“What? You’ll find my thigh.” Her not getting the drift is both endearing and maddening.
“Lace, thong, panties, bare, shaved? How wet?”
“Oh, now I get it.” She blows out a breath as I tighten my grip on her thigh. “Colt. Um…I’m driving.”
“Answer me, Maggie.” I inch up her leg a touch. “Hurry. If I discover on my own, there might be repercussions. Answer me quickly if you want to come. Because I fucking need to hear you come. Need to feel you pulse around my tongue, hand, or cock, which has been hard for you since fucking Paris.”
“Paris was fourteen years ago.”
“Exactly. Tick Tock, I’m in pain, Mags. Answer me. Will I find you wet for me? What else?”
She stutters in a sexy breath as we pull to a stop sign. “Lace lavender cheekies, shaved strip. Is that good?”
“Very good.” I kiss her neck lightly.
My hand gets closer, and I feel the heat as she naturally spreads her legs apart for me. “But that’s not all. Are you soaked, slightly excited, or fucking flowing for me? How wet, little Meerkat? Do you want me to pet your pussy or not?”
I dig under the elastic of her panties and snap it back as she gasps.
“Wet. Soaked all of it. Jesus, take the wheel.”
I let out a small laugh as she takes a corner and gets onto a straight away. “How far do you live outside of town, Mags?” I take my finger and dip into her panties as she careens to a stop and parks in a dark road pull-off spot.
“Another ten minutes, but I can’t wait.”
“Fuck, I want it all. I want to devour you.” I groan at her wetness and drag some up to her clit.
She begs. “Now, I need this.” I lean over and claim her mouth. I circle, first her clit, then the very best part of her pussy. “This is the fucking promised land. Christ, Mags. How close are you?”
“To what? We’re pretty close. Your face is right there. I can see the flecks of green in your eyes.” She’s panting and I push a finger inside of her. “Ohhh. Fuck. Close to an orgasm?” I nip at her neck, bite down, and thrust into her. “This close. Fuck.” I lave where I’ve bitten, and she clenches around me.
“Do you want my thumb on your clit while my fingers fuck your pretty cunt?”
“That’s an option?!” And I smile against her neck.
“Always an option for you, my long lost sexy, Maggie.” She tosses her head back as I pump in and out of her velvet softness. It’s divine. “Fuck. You’re so tight, Mags.” She moaning and bucking her hips in rhythm with my fingers. “You’re going to take my cock so good, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Your.”
“Say it,” I grit out. She tosses her head from side to side as if she can’t take it. I nip at her neck my hand losing control, fucking her relentlessly. I need her to come, and I need to feel it. “Say it, Maggie. Say it now. Turns me on when you say that word. Do it. What do you want filling you instead of my fingers?”
“Uh. Oh. Too much. This.” I pause and she clutches at my wrist.
“Say it and you get to come.”
“Cock!” I twist my fingers inside of her and my thumb finds her clit and she shutters around me. Fuck so hot. I keep kissing any piece of her I can get to in this tiny ass car. Her legs fall open as do her eyes and she grabs my face. I slowly work her down to earth and remove myself while kissing her.
She giggles as I lick my fingers clean. “What’s so funny?”
“I said cock.” Maggie says then pulls her lips in and purses them.
“You did. Did it make you feel dirty?”
“Empowered.”
“Get me to a bed and I’ll make you feel all sorts of things.” Her eyes are dark and hooded as if she needs more. I know I do. “Hurry.”
She peels out onto the road and says, “That was great, by the way.”
I’m still overheated and hard as hell. I adjust. “Thank you.”
“For the ride? No problem.” She answers, then realizes how absurd her answer is. “Wait. For what?”
“For letting me loose. I’ve been bottled up for a long time.”
“You and me both, sister. I mean, brother. Ew. I mean, Colt. Colt! You’re in my car. I can’t believe it.” She blurts all of it out in one breath. We lace our hands together. She asks, “Are you okay?”
“Me? Better than.”
“I mean how’s your…” She hesitates but pushes forward. “Cock?”
“Better now that you’re asking about it. Let’s change the subject. Why don’t the windows in the car go up?”
“No clue. It’s a whole thing. I tried some Italian mechanic, and it didn’t go well. I left with new floor-mats. And open air seems to be a theme for me in Italy.”
“The mats are nice. I’ve got a guy who can help.”
“Thanks,” she says brightly. “Almost there. You good?”
I laugh, “Very.” Her phone lights up from the cupholder, and I can see it’s Mak. I check mine and find a long text thread from the Brothers. Once they see us next weekend, they’ll all understand why we’re going to ignore them all week.
We wind up the road, and I try to ignore that she’s the worst driver ever but we pull up to a red villa right out of a movie. She grins and I step out and see the lemon trees. “You. That’s where all the damn lemons come from?”
She grins. “I have a lot of time and lemons on my hands.” I follow her to the door and kiss the back of her neck before she can open the door.
“Fuck, you smell good,” I tell her.
“Thanks. So do you.” She waggles her head and returns the compliment.
I spin her around as she rings her hands in front of her. “What? Tell me what’s in that head of yours.”
“How do you know me? Seriously? I want you and this and I’m terrified by what it all means. The girls just lost their mom, and we haven’t done this in a long time. And how can I instantly decide to be with you?” I silence her worries with a kiss, pouring every emotion I have into it. Then I caress her face. The sun is still a faint glimmer, and the inky sweet spot of day and night envelops us. I tuck her hair back and her hands float to my waist.
“Colt.”
“Mags. We don’t have to do anything. In fact, I wasn’t even thinking clearly when I had you drive me fifteen minutes out of town with no way to get home. And finger you while putting our lives in danger. I need to be in your space for a moment. Okay?”
She goes up on her toes to kiss me, and it’s pure and sweet. “Okay. And you can take the Vespa or my car home if you want,” she mutters.
“That’s not a car.”
“Right? Oh, and whatever you do, don’t go in the front bedroom.”
I raise an eyebrow and she says, “I’m serious. And I have to feed the wall real quick.” She pushes through the large rough-hewn dark door and I’m hit with a bit of worry.
“You’re not crazy are you?”
“Maybe.”