Chapter 14 Nora #2
That was an option? I wasn’t the type of person to invade someone’s privacy like that. I just broke in like a classy person.
The show played, fire cracked and popped, and we both seemed to fall into a pensive silence, until he gently grasped my hand.
“Haven’t seen you in a bit.”
Watching the show, as Caroline attempted to pull everyone together for yet another Decade dance, I tried to seem completely unaffected by the way he toyed with each of my fingers. He drew shapes into my skin and traced the dip between each finger.
Finally finding my voice, I explained, “I’ve been busy with work.”
And obsessing over the fact that you’ve been ignoring me.
“Same,” he shot back, while watching the screen.
The way heat followed his touch made this whole hand holding thing way more erotic than it should be.
“Honestly, I thought I scared you off.”
He turned toward me, a megawatt smile on his handsome face. “You… how?”
No idea, but you left, so it had to be something I did.
“Maybe I was too much for you to handle.” I lifted my shoulder briefly, going for nonchalant.
Tugging on my hand, he forced my body to dip closer to him as he leaned over. His lips were at my ear, slowly kissing the edge, down along the lobe.
“I haven’t even begun to handle you, Nora.”
Feeling the heat from his breath on my neck, and a different kind of heat stir in my lower belly, I tilted my lips to where they were at his ear.
“Prove it.”
“How’s your back?” He stroked my face, pushing away my hair gently.
I kissed his jaw tenderly. “All better.”
He moved, taking my hand with him until I was up.
“Where are we going?”
His lips ghosted over my jaw for a second before leaning back. “I need to shower…just got off work.”
Weaving my fingers into his hair, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his.
Soft and gentle at first, the kiss turned urgent as his hand moved to my waist, and an insatiable hunger seemed to overwhelm his frenzied movements.
We moved back, step by step, until we hit the hallway, where he pressed me against the wall and trailed sloppy open-mouthed kisses down my jaw and neck.
His rough fingers tugged at the buttons on my shirt.
In turn, I undid each of his and then pulled his undershirt over his head.
Returning my lips to his chest, I licked along the hardened muscles, up to his throat where his Adam’s apple bobbed.
His hands were granite at my waist as our mouths came back together, hungry and desperate, moving our jaws to the side to get a deeper connection. His taste was fire, burning and changing me in ways I’d never recover from. There would always be an imprint of him every place he touched and tasted.
His hands came up under my ass, lifting me and forcing my legs around his hips.
My arms locked around his neck as he carried me down the length of the hallway until we got to my bedroom.
Tossing me on the bed, he stared down at me with an expression no one has ever worn while looking at me.
Colson viewed me as though I had been misplaced, and he’d just finally recovered me and now he’d do anything to ensure he never lost me again.
It was hungry, devouring, and tender all at once. It undid a latch in my heart that had slammed shut long ago.
Sitting up on my elbows, I watched as his hands moved to the waist of his jeans, and he unfastened the copper button, then slowly dragged the zipper down.
“Nora.”
My eyes bounced up to meet his once more.
His smile was seductive and dark as he commanded, “Take off your clothes.”
The zip of energy that traveled up my spine was something I’d never felt before…I had never been so insatiable and eager to touch someone, or to have them touch me.
Moving my fingers clumsily, suddenly nervous, I pulled and tugged until my jeans were down my hips far enough that Colson could drag them the rest of the way. Then, reaching behind my back, I unclasped my bra, freeing my aching breasts and exposing them to the cold air.
Colson continued to watch, his large palm covering his growing erection that his boxer briefs could barely contain. The sight spurred my actions as I peeled down my panties, kicking them to the side.
“Now, spread yourself with your fingers. Let me see you.”
My breath hitched, because goddammit, no one had ever talked to me like that.
Fire lit in my core, making the ache between my legs grow as I lowered my fingers to my mound. Tracing a line over smooth skin, feeling it pebble, then trailing down my slit, I used two fingers to spread myself wide.
“Fuck.” Colson hissed, freeing the head of his erection, smoothing his hand over the weeping tip, and then skimming the rest of his length. My mouth went dry as I stared at how the veins along the side of his shaft bulged, and the entire length of him was granite for me…because of me.
“Wet your fingers, Nora.” He ordered, stepping closer to the edge of the bed.
I complied, bringing my fingers up to my mouth.
His raspy voice grated, making the slickness between my thighs intensify. “Now slowly fuck that pussy.”
My fingers worked in a slow rotation over my clit, causing breaths to skip and hitch inside my chest. The way his eyes devoured the space between my legs, the way he spit on his cock, gripped his shaft, and stroked in slow, measured movements had my hips bucking against my hand.
We stayed like that, tethered by the heat mounting between us. His eyes darkened while he watched my fingers. I lowered my gaze as he lubricated his shaft, then ran his hand along the smooth expanse.
“Do you feel ready to stretch around my cock?” His knee pressed into the bed, his strong fingers hovered over my mound, covering mine until he was moving them slower and pressing deeper.
My voice was husky as I made a sound of acceptance. I was feeling too much, and he hadn’t even entered me yet.
“Let’s find out.” He braced the space next to my head and gently pulled my kneecap, spreading my legs apart.
“Condom?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock through my folds.
Hitching my leg higher, I shook my head.
“I’m on birth control.” This was the conversation we should have had the other night when I let him enter me and fucking finish inside me, but with him…
I knew it was stupid and dangerous, but I had on blinders when it came to him. All my inhibitions were gone.
Bending down to kiss me, he whispered, “I haven’t been with anyone…” Hesitating a second, and pushing back my curls, he added, “since I met you.”
Searching his gaze, I wanted him to explain himself. He’d said he had a girlfriend, he—
Without waiting for me to wrap my mind around his statement, he slowly sank into me, inch by inch, letting me adjust as he went, just like he had the other night.
My mouth opened, as the sensation of him filling me overwhelmed my senses.
“Colson.” I rasped, gripping his biceps as he held himself up, watching his length disappear inside me.
“Look at how perfectly you take my cock.” He groaned, going deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, Nora.”
Scraping my nails down his chest, I moaned loudly. Considering I hadn’t been with anyone since Jason, I was pretty fucking tight.
“Wait.” I gasped. “Just…wait.” It was too much, the sharpness of him stretching me too painful. Even though he’d been inside me a few days ago, he hadn’t fucked me, so everything was still too tight.
With a furrow of his brow, he immediately pulled out.
“No, I just need a second.” I reached for him, but he was already back on his knees.
“Turn onto your stomach, Nora. That cunt needs to be stretched by my fingers and milked of at least one orgasm before it can take my cock.”
I had never…I couldn’t even grasp the filthy language or what to do with it.
Flipping to my stomach as he requested, I pressed my fingers into the comforter, feeling the cold air kiss my skin.
“Here”—Colson touched my hip—“lift up.”
Going to my knees, he stuffed one of my pillows under me, which propped my ass up.
“Nora…”He groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
His hand worked my ass, skimming up and down my skin, touching…prodding and groping with a few muttered curses.
I liked that he was enjoying himself as he played with me.
But it didn’t last long, suddenly cold air hit me and while my ass cheeks were spread wide, three of Colson’s fingers plunged inside my center.
“Oh.” I tried to turn my head, but Colson slapped my ass cheek, and then dove deeper with his fingers, working me through and moving his thumb up to my hole, where he gently applied pressure.
It was so hot that I ground my hips against the pillow, chasing the friction I needed.
Every time I thought he’d let up, he only seemed to increase his ministrations, fucking me with his fingers until I was coming so hard, his name left my lips on a smothered scream.
“Now you’re ready to take my cock.” Colson flipped me, leaving the pillow in place, so that it cushioned my hips. Without waiting for me to catch my breath from the orgasm that had ripped through me, he pushed his length all the way inside of me until he was fully sheathed.
I watched as he struggled to control himself, his eyes going as wide as mine.
And then we both moved. “Fuckkk.” I whimpered, lifting my hips.
His grip came down hard on my waist, holding me in place as he rotated forward, driving his cock impossibly deeper with each thrust.
His lower abdomen tightened, and the muscles contracted as he thrust forward. As if he couldn’t get close enough, he lifted my leg, pushing it back so he had a better angle.
“Goddammit, Nora, fuck…” he roared, moving his hips faster. His thumb came down on my clit, flicking and massaging it while he fucked me senseless. The sensations were too much for me to contain.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeated, as he pumped faster. He was muttering something filthy; my name was thrown in there through gritted teeth as he chased his own release. Then he pinned my hips to his tightly as he pumped and shuddered, finishing inside of me.
I tried to catch my breath, but the orgasms had pulled too hard at every part of my body.
Finally, Colson pulled out and sank to the bed next to me. He twisted to his side and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then pulled me closer to his chest.
Counting to ten in my head, I allowed myself a few precious seconds to take this and keep it against my heart, where no one would ever know I tucked it.
Then I moved.
Getting off the bed, I headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
While it heated, I ran a wide comb through my hair, then tied it up in a bun on top of my head and stepped into the billowing steam.
My shower was more of a stall, not exactly the gorgeously spaced one like Colson had in his master. So, I wasn’t expecting the door to open or for Colson to join me while I was washing my body with my loofa.
“Tight in here.” He muttered, while smiling at me in that devastating way that made his sharp jawline more noticeable. I wanted to cup it with my palm and feel his eyes land on me in that way I was starting to realize was rare and only for me.
Turning my back to him and my face toward the spray, I merely hummed my agreement. I continued washing, feeling him at my back, until his arms came around me, drawing me to his chest.
“I can feel you pulling away from me.” His nose skimmed my ear, his lips following in a sweet kiss.
Leaning into him with the water pouring down on us, I brought my hands up to his forearms that were around my chest.
“I thought this was part of our deal…no strings.”
Humming his own response, he spun me around until I was facing him.
With his chin dipped, and those blue eyes focused on me, I could feel another latch unlock inside my chest.
“Let’s chill on the no strings aspect…if our roads go separate ways, then they go separate ways…but I’d like to think we have at least a few strings keeping us together.”
I wanted nothing more than to be a ball of yarn that Colson got tangled up in, but I needed to guard my heart more.
So, keeping emotions aloft, I gave him a kiss on the lips, followed by a warm smile. His hand came to my neck, where he cupped it and pulled me in again…and we lost ourselves once more to the heat burning between us.