FORTY-FOUR
BLAIR
Baby is the size of a riding crop
Colt’s jacking off in the bathroom. He’s trying to hide it with the sound of the shower, but he’s already moaned my name no less than ten times in the past fifteen minutes and I’m honestly starting to worry about the state of his cock.
It had been a very long day of helping Austin with her Quitter’s renovation—which was mostly me just sitting at one of the tables and doing busy work that kept me included without putting me in harm’s way, according to Austin—and I was people’d out. Unfortunately for Colt, that included sex.
Hence him trying—and seemingly failing—to jack off in the bathroom and pretend he’d just naturally become unaroused simply because I wasn’t interested and he didn’t want to pressure me.
But Colt can come quickly—and that’s not to say anything about him; it has far more to do with how utterly obsessed with me he is—and fifteen minutes is really pushing it. I want him in bed so we can go to sleep .
“Colt,” I call, making my voice loud enough that he can hear it over the wasted water.
“Yeah, babe?” he calls back, and he sounds almost out of breath, which is hilarious.
“C’mere.”
I hear him curse quietly and then turn off the shower.
A few seconds later, he appears at the bathroom doorway, pajama pants pulled up around his waist in a way he wouldn’t have bothered doing if he wasn’t still hard.
His hair is wet, but the rest of him is bone dry, which confirms that he wasn’t even using the shower anymore.
It had probably run cold during his… endeavors.
“Let me suck you off so we can go to bed.”
His eyes bulge, his hand going down to the waistband of his pants where I’m sure he’d pinned his cock so it wouldn’t tent them.
“It’s okay, baby, you said you weren’t in the mood. I wasn’t trying to pressure you,” he says, immediately feeling bad. He walks over to the bed, kneeing up on it and leaning over to kiss my forehead.
“That’s okay. We can make a deal,” I offer.
Colt’s brow rises in interest, a sly smile taking over his face. “A deal?”
I nod. “I’ve been researching again?—”
“God bless the world wide web.”
“And I wanted to try something.”
“Anything.”
“Stop interrupting me or I’ll let you go to bed with a hard cock and blue balls,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
He puts his hands up in defense.
“Sorry, pretty girl. Proceed.”
“I saw something on the internet I wanted to try. It reminded me of when you went down on me when I had your, um… semen inside of me.”
Colt grins, but wisely doesn’t say anything about the awkward way I avoid swearing .
“Snowballing,” I finish and his eyes widen again, his grin only growing to a nearly maniacal size.
“Snowballing,” he repeats. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page, you’re talking about sucking my cock until I come in your mouth and then feeding it to me?”
I nod. “More or less, yes. I just planned on kissing you with my mouth full of it.”
He groans, cupping his dick.
“Fuck, yes. Okay, holy fuck.” He shucks his pants down with a level of excitement that reminds me of Bailey’s dog when she gets a chance to help herd the cattle. His cock is ridiculously hard, the head of it nearly purple as it slaps against his abs.
I move between his legs when he spreads them, resting most of my weight on my knees and one of my hands against his thigh while the other takes hold of his cock. He hisses in pleasure, and I realize I’ve never actually gone down on him before today.
“Wait,” he says, reaching down for my chin when I start to lower my face. I look up at him impatiently and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second to reset whatever just happened in his brain.
“You’re so goddamn pretty, Blair. Makes it hard to think sometimes.”
“You stopped me to tell me I’m pretty?”
“No, just a side comment. I stopped you to tell you to be careful with your teeth?—”
“I’ve given blow jobs before, Colt. I know how to do it.”
His eyes darken slightly, his jaw clenching.
“Okay, I didn’t particularly need to hear that, especially not right now, but I wasn’t trying to mansplain blowjobs.
The piercings can hurt your teeth if you or I are too over-enthusiastic about it.
I have a feeling it’s not going to take you long at all to get me off, especially with how fucking worked up I am, but just mind your teeth. I don’t want to hurt you. ”
I feel bad about snapping at him now, but that’s become a common feeling the last few weeks.
“Thank you for letting me know,” I concede, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. It twitches and I lick his precum off my lips while he groans. Taking advantage of the way he squeezes his eyes closed, I take him in my mouth.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” he groans out, his hand moving from my chin to the back of my head, not pushing, just holding.
The edges of my lips do their best to curl into a smile despite his cock stretching them as I take him down further. When he hits my throat and I gag around him, he whimpers, thighs tensing.
“Don’t take me so far, baby. I don’t wanna come down your throat, I wanna come on your tongue.”
It’s frustrating, because I want to swallow him down, but he’s right. He was also right about the fact it didn’t take him long at all to start giving me all of the signs he’s about to come, even before he pants out that he’s close.
Once again, I take great pride in how well I’m able to wring orgasms from my cowboy’s body.
I pull up until only the head of his cock is between my lips, hollowing my cheeks and flicking my tongue along his frenulum until he’s swearing and clenching the bedsheets.
“Fuck, coming,” he warns unnecessarily.
The second he’s done, he’s got his hand on my chin again, pulling me off his cock and up to face him. The look Colt gives me as I part my swollen lips to show him his load on my tongue tells me we’re going to be doing this a lot more often.
“Get up on your knees and straddle my thighs,” he whispers, almost entranced as I obey him and he closes his legs to make it possible. He tilts his head back against the headboard and sticks out his tongue. This wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured but it’s much, much hotter. “Feed it to me, baby.”
I spit his cum back into his mouth, letting it fall in a long string onto his tongue. Before I even get all of it out of my mouth, I see it rolling down his tongue, toward the back of his throat. I press my lips to his urgently, wanting to share it before he can swallow it.
Colt groans, and we swap his cum back and forth between our mouths as it dilutes with our saliva. Eventually, we have to swallow and pull apart.
He looks at me with blown-wide pupils and rosy, wet lips.
“That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done,” he breathes.
I nod, equally transfixed. If not for the physical exertion sex would require, I’d be incredibly down to get on my hands and knees for him now.
“We’re doing that again one day, right?”
“We’re doing that again tomorrow night, pretty girl.”