Chapter 20 Nora #2
I pieced things together, not needing him to fill it in.
She was the other woman, and now the Mrs. Hanes that the public saw.
I had never thought to do a google search on Oliver Hanes, or his wife.
Now it made me curious what happened to Colson’s mother.
He’d mentioned sickness, so maybe she had cancer, or something else similar to that.
“I hated her then…I always felt uncomfortable having her here. I always saw the way my dad looked at her. The way he’d play with her hair when he’d walk past her or pinch her ass when he thought no one was looking.
He was obsessed with her…and if my mother hadn’t been in the picture, I wouldn’t have held it against him.
As an adult, I can look back and see that he’d fallen in love with her. ”
“But your mother…” I whispered, unsure if I was overstepping.
Colson rubbed my arms, but stepped back.
“It’s getting cold, why don’t we head inside.”
He pulled me by the hand without waiting for me to answer.
I gave one last look at the horizon, curious how many times Colson had come out here and watched his days end, or how many new mornings he had to witness…
and how painful each of them were for him, considering how much pain he showed whenever his mother was brought up.
Colson and I both showered, separately.
I knew he needed space, so when I offered to go first, and he let me without trying to join, I knew he was trying to deal with whatever demons had come out to fight with him since arriving here.
I did my makeup and worked smoothing product into my hair before drying it.
Once I was done, I straightened and then curled a few strands, leaving my hair wavy.
With my hair and makeup done, I slipped into a black dress that dipped modestly, revealing the tip of my cleavage, wrapped around my hips in a tight, sensual way, and then fell to the floor, leaving a long slit up the side.
Walking out of the bathroom, while putting an earring in my ear, I didn’t realize Colson had stopped buttoning his white shirt.
Our gazes clashed momentarily. I smiled, finishing with my earrings, but his hungry stare wouldn’t stop caressing my curves.
I could feel the heat crackle in the air, even without his hands on me, he was fucking me with his eyes. Raw and hard.
My breathing hitched as I walked toward my shoes, but when I stood, he was there at my back. His lips came to my shoulder, and slowly he lowered the strap of my dress.
“Colson, we have to go to dinner,” I said, feeling my heart jack hammer at his touch.
He growled something unintelligible and gripped my ass through my dress.
“We don’t have to do anything.” His lips marked my jaw and up near my ear, where he swirled his tongue around the shell.
This was his house and his family, so if he wanted to go down late, then we would. Hell, it would drive home the point I had made to Sherrie.
“You have two choices,” Colson whispered in my ear, pulling my hips against his erection, “either I thrust into you again, like I did in the bathroom that night and just let your pussy adjust…” He lowered the other strap of my dress, making it pool at my waist.
“Option two?” I asked breathlessly.
He slid my hair to the side, away from my neck.
“You get on your knees and use that tongue to get my cock nice and wet, so it’s ready for you.”
I turned, looking up at him through my lashes, and felt his thumb press into my lower lip.
Then I slowly lowered to my knees.
My fingers worked the button on his soft slacks, pushing them down and freeing him from the confines of his boxers.
His hands picked up my hair, cupped the back of my skull, gently pushing me closer to his bobbing cock.
Gripping the base with my hand, I licked up along the shaft, wetting the entire monstrous size of him. If he was going to fuck me, he was going to be lubricated.
His hiss and the way his hips jumped forward told me he liked the way I licked him.
“Wrap those lips around my cock, Nora. I need you.”
The way his eyes blazed with heat had me opening for him and taking him as deep as I could go.
“We have to get it nice and wet, baby, which means you’re going to have to choke a few times,” he pushed further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until I couldn’t breathe.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I felt it drop down his shaft as he pulled back and strings of spittle left my mouth, clinging to him.
He groaned and repeated the process, pushing my head down until I was choking, sucking him into my mouth, licking and being reckless with how messy my chin and lips were getting. He pulled back again, and I tried to catch my breath as more dribble left my mouth, soaking his cock.
“One more time, and then you’ll be ready to take me.”
I gripped his waist as he pushed his swollen cock to the back of my throat, and while I stood up on my knees, I worked his hardness by bobbing up and down as fast as I could, but he wanted me consumed, so he pushed me down, gagging me until I was nearly suffocating then he pulled me off and lifted me up.
With his cock bobbing, he shoved my dress aside from the slit, and then pinned me against the bedroom door.
“You’re not wearing any underwear?” His voice gritted next to my ear, aligning himself while holding me in place.
My arms went around his neck as he plunged forward, spearing me with his thick length.
“Colson,” I gasped as I always did because even after how many times he’d stretched me, every time seemed to feel like it was the first.
“Shit, I’m already so close.” He pressed his forehead to mine.
I wanted him to come, to lose himself, so I kissed him, biting his bottom lip until he was hissing and fucking me hard against the door.
It creaked and thudded behind me with every thrust of his cock.
“Yes!” My head slammed against the wood as he slowly wound me up, and I spun faster and faster. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cried in sync with every hard thrust.
“Where are your manners, Ms. Petrov?” Colson tsked, gripping my ass cheeks in his palms before pulling out of me, his tongue circled my pebbled nipple, sucking and pulling as he thrust back in.
I lost it.
“Colsonnn!” I screamed, knowing the whole entire house was probably hearing us, but I didn’t care.
I wanted him completely and after hearing about Sherrie’s insertion in their lives, I didn’t want her to be comfortable. I wanted her to hear our passion and hopefully remind her of how she must have made a much younger Colson feel on far too many occasions.
“Yes, baby. Fuck.” Colson spat, while pumping briskly, until he held me still, and he released a string of curses.
Once he’d caught his breath, he slowly let me down.
“Put some underwear on,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.
Quirking a brow, I asked, “Why?”
“Because I want you to go to dinner with my release between your legs.”
Fuck, that was hot, but impractical.
“That’s how UTIs happen, so no. I will be going to relieve myself.” I moved past him, but he gripped my wrist and then slammed my back against the door.
“Just tonight.” He cupped my sex, toying with the mess he’d left inside me, which was already dripping down my thighs. He touched it and rubbed along my pussy, shoving his fingers in and out of me.
I tilted my head back and tried not to get turned on, but fuck.
I liked this dominant, bossy side of him, and I liked him treating me like this.
“Is your pussy that greedy that it needs another orgasm?” He rasped, closer to my ear.
My breathing was shallow as he continued to shove his fingers inside me, slowly fucking me while his release spilled through his fingers and dripped down my legs.
“Why can’t you just obey me, Nora? I guess you need to be taught a lesson if you’re going to ignore me.”
Why did it make me so insanely hot when he talked to me like that?
He gripped my neck and pulled me away from the door, throwing me on my stomach across the tall bed. Lifting my dress so my ass was on display, he spanked me hard.
I hissed and dug my fingers into the plush comforter.
“Now you’re spilling all over the bed, aren’t you? It’s going to get all over your dress, and I’m not going to let you change.”
My hips bucked, writhing, begging for his touch.
His fingers spread my pussy from behind, and I could feel his release still inside me. He toyed with it, making another mess when his wet fingers moved to my tight hole, where he started coating it.
Humming, he continued doing that, bringing as much of his release as he could to that tight space and circling his finger. Then, using the lubrication, he pushed his finger in.
I inhaled a sharp breath.
“Maybe I should stretch this hole around my cock, let you go to dinner with my release dripping from your ass and your pussy.”
His monster dick in my ass? Hell fucking no.
I wiggled, trying to renegotiate the terms of this punishment kink when he hissed and gripped the globe of my ass. “Calm down.”
I did as he said and he spanked me again, which only worked to turn me on.
“I was kidding, you’ll wear my handprints on your ass, and I’m going to fuck you one more time so that you’re consumed and dripping.”
I made some sort of sound when another slap echoed through the room, and then he was lining himself up again with my center and thrusting inside.
“Get on your hands and knees, Nora.” He ordered, still inside of me.
I did as he said, realizing my dress was ruined and probably my makeup and hair too.
I didn’t have time to adjust or wait, as he pulled out and then slammed his hips forward, entering me once again. I yelped, grabbing the comforter as tightly as I possibly could, but his thrusts were too forceful.
Especially when he gripped my hair and pulled it back.
“Just like this,” he said, pumping his cock in deliciously deep strokes. “Are you going to be a good girl and stay wet between those thighs, wearing my release to dinner, or do I need to finish somewhere else and let you walk in with proof of who you belong to smeared all over that beautiful face?”
He slapped my ass again, and I hissed in pleasure.
“Answer me, Nora.”
“I’ll be a good girl,” I said breathlessly as he continued to barrel into me. Leaning forward, he squeezed my breast while thrusting.
He was so deep, and the pressure on my scalp with the way he pinched my nipple was so much. I moaned, pushing against him.
Finally, he rasped. “Good girl, now come on my cock.”
I whimpered, falling again into another mindless orgasm.
He grunted, holding me by my stomach, finishing inside.
When he pulled out, he dipped down to kiss my spine.
“Let’s go eat, beautiful.”
He moved to my suitcase, pulling out a pair of cotton underwear, then brought them over to me and helped me with each leg.
Once they were pulled up, he pressed his fingers into my knees, while watching my center. His cock was covered in our mixed releases, still semi-hard; his eyes were dark. He looked like a dark king, salivating over his war prize.
“Fucking perfect, look at that…you’ll carry me and”—he pulled his cock into his boxers, still coated with our mess—“I’ll carry you.”
Then he kissed me, hard. Biting my lips until they turned puffy and red, then he moved.
“You’re mine, Nora. All mine.”
I stared at how his face had contorted into something I had never witnessed, and realized that this was all about that look. The ownership of having something that was just his…
I stowed away the questions I had surrounding that and got up.
“Don’t fix your hair…you look perfect.”
And like I just had sex.
But fuck these people, if Colson needed this, then I would give it to him.
I slipped my toes into shoes, pulled up my straps and did exactly as he said.