Chapter 9 Nora #2
Shifting to his knees, he moved closer to me, placing his palms on either side of my hips. He lowered his head slowly and then his lips were on mine.
I was on my back in front of the fire, my arms wrapped around his neck as his lips traced mine. His tongue delved deeply into my mouth, his teeth tugged my bottom lip, while he made a groaning sound. He traveled further down my chin and neck until he must have realized the hoodie was in the way.
Pulling it over my head, his tongue returned to my jaw, descending until he was tracing the tops of my breasts. He was going to kiss my nipple; I just knew it. I decided I wouldn’t mind that at all.
But his head popped up, his eyes on mine, heated and lusting.
I waited and watched and then his thumbs hooked into the band of the sweats I was wearing.
I gasped, sitting up on my elbows to watch.
“What are you doing?”
He moved to sit back on his knees, pulling the sweats all the way off with a heated glare.
“I’m kissing you somewhere I haven’t yet.”
The cotton in my chest disintegrated into nothing as fire swept through me. I knew I was tipsy, buzzed, maybe even drunk, but the idea of this man putting his tongue on me like that. Fuck, it was hot.
“Yes.” I breathed, kicking the fabric away from my feet.
He reached for me, gripping under my ass and pulling me toward him until his tongue swiped through my folds.
I watched, seeing how he looked with his face nestled between my thighs, and then I rotated my hips.
“Fuck.” I whimpered, pushing my fingers through his hair to pull him closer.
He acted ravenous for me, licking, and pushing his tongue deep inside me, then he pressed an open mouth kissed over my slit.
It was messy, and the way he pushed my thighs apart and repeated the movement had me panting.
No one had ever touched me like this. Handled me in such a way that made me feel like I was burning from the inside out.
Lifting up from in between my thighs, he gently swiped his fingers through the wetness he’d created.
“Best fucking kiss I’ve ever had,” he grunted harshly before pushing those fingers inside and returning his mouth to my center. With the pressure of his tongue and fingers…it was too much. My chest tightened as my breathing sharpened and then it hit, rolling through me like a heat wave.
“Colllssson!”
He didn’t stop his ministrations, licking my release up with his mouth while his eyes stayed pinned to mine.
“More.” I whispered, my chest heaving, my throat dry.
His head came up, his hands landing on either side of my hips as he stared down at me.
“Nora, the things I want to do to you…” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I wet my lips, sitting up on my elbows. “You can, and you should. Colson, I saw you earlier…in your room… and I’m going to burst out of my skin if I don’t get to feel that thick cock somewhere on my body.”
He groaned. “Nora. Fuck.” Then he pulled his sweats down enough that the tip of his erection bobbed free and the massive, heavy length of him fell to my stomach.
Instantly, my nipples puckered in the cold air, almost in anticipation of feeling his hardness fill me.
Gripping his erection, he dipped his head to watch as he glided the tip of his cock through my folds.
“This is what you needed, Nora? This fucking cock on this greedy pussy?”
God, that mouth. I wet my lips again, trying to catch my breath as I worked to not buck my hips.
“Did you want this cock inside you, or did you just want it to play and tease this pussy?”
Hissing, I tried to grip the carpet at my fingertips, but it was too short. “Fuck me. Please, Colson.”
With a few slow swipes of the head of his cock, he groaned erotically while staring down at my spread thighs.
The way he controlled how little of himself he gave, while still consuming so much of me was euphoric. It billowed in my chest like a sail caught in the wind. Arching my back, I swiveled my hips, forcing that tip to move further.
Colson froze with a sharp inhaled breath.
Then he was gone, sitting back on his heels.
I leaned up on my elbows, seeing him fist the rock-hard erection jutting from his hips, the tip of his weeping dick nearly hit his belly button and my mouth watered.
“You need to earn this cock, Nora. Come over here and show me what the back of that throat feels like, desperate for every thick inch. Show me how those pretty lips will look wrapped around me.”
Molten heat consumed me, making the ache between my legs insufferable.
I needed him, in any capacity, and the image he’d conjured up was exactly the jolt of pleasure I craved.
Getting to my knees, I crawled to him and slapped his hand away from gripping his shaft.
That large palm moved to the back of my neck, guiding me as I gripped him from the root.
Using my thumb to apply the smallest amount of pressure on his column, I lowered my head, taking him into my mouth.
He was so big that he was at my throat almost instantly, making me choke, but I took him like that as long as I could before having to let up.
“Shit, look at the way you take me.”
I lowered my head again, sucking him into my mouth while his hips rotated. “Just like that, Nora.”
He shuddered above me, as though he was barely restraining himself.
His grip tightened in my hair, pulling me off him, so he could look in my eyes and I hoped he saw how wide my mouth had been stretched from taking his girth.
“So gorgeous. Now, give me your fingers.”
Keeping my right hand on his shaft, I lifted my left to his mouth. He took my wrist and then lowered his mouth over my fingers, sucking on the first three. With a groan, he pulled them free.
“Rub your cunt with these while you choke on my cock.”
Heat flared in my core and I did exactly as he said, rubbing my aching center as I lowered my head, taking him once more.
He held my head in place as he slowly fucked my mouth, grunting and groaning curses in between thrusts.
“So desperate to fuck this cock with your mouth, and you can barely fit me.” He thrust gently, hitting the back of my throat, and with a guttural rasp he added, “Think about how your tight pussy will stretch over my cock when it’s sinking inside you.”
Rubbing my center in harsher strokes, I groaned and suddenly my lips were freed, and I was being pulled.
His hands went to my ribs as he picked me up and roughly laid me on the coffee table over the card game we’d been playing.
I stared up at the ceiling as my hair fell over the edge of the table and my ass hung off the edge, and that’s when his hand held my stomach.
His face was between my spread thighs, his tongue hovering near my soaked slit.
“When you come, I want it to be on my face.” He swiped, spreading my folds with his thick tongue. “You’re dripping, Nora, and I’m going to catch every last fucking drop. Now open those pretty lips and let me hear how desperate you are to come.”
His tongue moved again, this time sucking my clit with the smallest bite, but he didn’t let up. He sucked, and I shattered completely. As I screamed his name, he gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him to lick every drop of my orgasm into his mouth.
“Good, Nora. Very fucking good.” He exhaled, moving, and then he slid me closer, so that only half my body was on the table.
Pulling on my hair, he stood over me, gripping his erection in his fist while ribbons of white spilled from him, and holding me in place, he painted my face and chest.
My tongue was out, my eyes closed as I waited for his groans to subside and the hot release to stop pulsating over my skin. Within seconds, he finally sagged back, removing his hand from my hair.
“Holy shit,” he exhaled heavily, working to catch his breath.
I opened my eyes, feeling my face and chest sticky with his release.
It didn’t bother me, when it came to hot sex, my thoughts were always, the dirtier, the better.
But I also knew Colson wasn’t as young as I was and had likely had way more experience than me.
Not that he was comparing, but I wanted him to have me in any way that he wanted me.
He made me insane, desperate for any part of him.
“Well, should we shower?” I joked, swiping my thumb through some of the release he’d left behind and sucking it into my mouth.
I knew we weren’t ready for sex, which was the real reason he’d pulled back. I was grateful he’d handled that with grace, so I amended my suggestion.
“Or, if you don’t mind me using your guest bathroom, we don’t have to shower together.”
Colson was up, pulling his sweats on as he walked to the kitchen.
Feeling a little awkward that he hadn’t responded, I sat up and reached for my things.
“Uh, sure…if you want to hit the guest bathroom, that’s fine. I’m probably going to head to bed…will you be okay getting home?”
My head snapped up; my fingers froze over the sweats I’d discarded. I was trying to gauge whether he was joking, but his eyes were lowered, looking at the cell in his hand.
Waiting for him to crack a smile, or joke again, I sat there frozen.
When he turned to grab a glass of water, I realized I was the joke.
I could handle a lot, but everything from the night had caught up to me. I felt used, even if I had allowed it, even begged for it.
I felt like he’d played me.
Getting to my feet, I left the sweats where they were and grabbed my clothes that had been drying. Silently walking to his guest bathroom, I washed my face and dressed.
When I emerged from the bathroom, he was still in the kitchen, running a hand over his face.
I didn’t say anything as I bent down to pull on my boots and coat.
“You want me to walk you to your door?” Colson crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his shoulder against the arch leading to his foyer. He hadn’t pulled on a coat or boots, so I knew it was an empty offer.
Trying not to let the slightest bit of emotion slip through my voice, I replied, “I’m good.”
He didn’t try to stop me as I walked out.