Chapter 32
Thirty-Two
Colt
She never has to ask me twice about getting naked.
I reach for her hand, and we practically race to her bedroom, locking the door behind us. Before I can even think about the condoms in her bathroom or the fact that the blinds are still up, she’s pulling at my T-shirt, yanking it over my head.
“Easy, baby,” I breathe through a laugh. “We’re not in a rush.”
“Speak for yourself.” She goes to work on the button and zipper of my jeans.
“Wait—condoms!” I pant, speed walking into her bathroom and digging out the box I stuffed behind some towels on a shelf too high for Frankie to reach.
In the ten seconds it takes me to get back to the bedroom, Briar’s naked and waiting on the bed. And I have to take a second to drink her in. She’s soft and curvy in all the right places, miles of pale skin ready for my touch.
Sometimes I wonder if my scarred, too-skinny body still turns her on. I need to get back to the gym, put some muscle back on, but—
“What were you thinking about just now?” she asks, holding out a hand to me. “You went from all swoony bad-boy to being deep in thought.”
Swoony bad-boy?
I like the sound of that, but it’s not the right time for a joke.
“Still having a hard time believing you’re mine,” I admit instead, kicking off my jeans and sliding onto the bed to stretch out on top of her.
“I’ve always been yours.” Her breath is warm against my face, fingers gentle in my hair. “Scars and all.”
Damn, this woman gets me. Always has. Always will.
“What do you need tonight, Briar?”
Curiosity fills those emerald depths. “What do you mean?”
“To date, I’ve only ever made love to you. So, you’ve never been fucked.”
A smile crosses her pretty features. “Is there is a difference when you’re in a relationship?”
“There is. It’s subtle, because I love you no matter what we’re doing, but there are nuances that are different. I’m sure Lily’s told you about Atlas’s shenanigans with his whips and—”
“Ew! No, don’t do that!” She sticks out her tongue in horror, laughing.
“You girls don’t talk?” I’m willing to bet my life she’s lying, and by the tell-tale pink in her cheeks, I’m right.
“We do but…”
“Honey, we can talk about everything. Even what our friends are doing, in case there’s something you want to try.”
She winds her arms around my neck. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course.”
“I want to try everything.” She pauses. “Okay, not everything. I’ve watched porn and some stuff is…gross.”
“So, no scat play?” I tease.
She makes a gagging sound. “Please tell me you’re not into that.”
“No. I guess there’s a time and place for it, but I don’t really have any kinks.
You want me to tie you up? Fun. You want me to spank you?
Sure thing. Ass play? It’s been a long time, so we’ll have to explore together.
But in general, the only thing I would miss if I didn’t have it is oral—both giving and receiving. ”
“I’ve never… uh, well, I’ve never done that.”
“No?” I pepper light kisses along her eyelids, tip of her nose, cheeks.
“During our night together, you were all about pleasuring me. I never got the chance to reciprocate.”
“Want to try now?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“Some women think it’s degrading but—”
“Fuck that. Just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I don’t have opinions. Just watching porn—I find it fascinating. To have that kind of control of your partner’s pleasure.”
If I ever had any doubt about our compatibility—not that I did—I know now without an iota of doubt that we are.
“On my knees or…” She wiggles out from under me.
“Nah. I mean, we can do that sometime. I like it when you’re all dressed up, lipstick on, hair all curly and wild—that’s when you can get on your knees. But tonight, let’s keep it simple.” I flip onto my back and reach down, stroking my cock a few times. He’s already wide awake, ready for action.
And Briar is many things, but shy isn’t one of them. Not with me anyway. Not the first time we made love, and apparently not tonight.
“What feels good?” she asks.
“Anything you want. Touching me with your fingers is nice. Stroking with both hands. Sucking on my balls is fucking amazing. And kissing the surrounding areas. Just explore, baby. There’s literally no way to do it wrong unless you bite me.”
“I’ll save that for when I’m mad at you,” she teases.
“That’s fair.” I watch as she slides down my body and runs her hand over my crotch.
“And you can’t break him,” I say lightly. “I mean, technically, you can—but it would take a lot of effort. So don’t be afraid to manhandle me. So to speak.”
We both chuckle, and I love every second of this.
Not just because she’s about to suck my dick—but the intimacy of the moment. Her lack of trepidation in me showing her something new. The way she trusts me so damn completely.
She has beautiful hands with short but well-manicured nails, and she runs them lightly across my groin area. I made sure to do some manscaping after we slept together again the first time, and she seems to appreciate it as she nuzzles the area with her cheek.
Warm fingers close around my cock and a sigh escapes me.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” I murmur.
“Too soft?” she asks.
“Yeah, but starting out slow and working up to harder is fine.”
To my surprise, she lifts my cock and studies it for a moment. She runs a finger along the vein that goes down the center. Then follows the same trail with the tip of her tongue.
Holy Jesus, I’m in heaven.
Watching her is almost as erotic as what she’s doing.
Her face disappears as she dips down far enough to cup my balls and suck one into her mouth.
“Just like that, baby.” I choke out encouragement.
As much as I want to watch, I want to enjoy it more.
Our newfound intimacy is heady, more powerful than any sex I’ve ever had, and I want to be in this moment with her.
Every time we touch it feels like we’re adding another brick in the wall of our relationship—building something important and eternal.
I might be a sentimental sap, but four years in a Russian prison can do that to you—I won’t even pretend otherwise.
Briar takes her time exploring every inch of my cock, my balls, and the surrounding areas, lavishing attention on my inner thighs, my lower stomach, even my hips. Then she nibbles the head of my cock, and the groan that leaves my chest is long and powerful.
“Fuck, baby, that feels incredible.” I reach down, winding my fingers into her soft, silky curls.
When she opens her mouth and swallows half my dick, I hiss from the effort it takes to stay in control.
“Keep that up,” I growl, “and I’m not going to last.”
I can practically feel her smiling as she wraps one fist around the base and then sucks hard.
“Briar…fuck!” My hips snap up of their own volition.
“I don’t know if I can take it all,” she murmurs, more to herself than to me.
“Deep throating,” I pant, “can be lesson…two… For now, just—oh God!”
I’m fucking her mouth without even realizing I’m doing it, the warm wet cocoon clamping around me just right. And she instinctively sucks harder.
“Baby…” I tighten my grip on her hair, start moving faster, going a little deeper each time. I won’t choke her, but this feels too good to stop. “Just a little more—Briar!” The tsunami racing down my spine is unstoppable, and I shoot into her mouth, pulsing over and over.
And she hangs on, swallowing every drop.
My heart is hammering against my ribs, skin flushed with pleasure, and all I can do is lie there—staring at the ceiling as I try to find my breath.
She sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yum.”
My eyes snap to hers. “Yeah? You like a little salt with your hot dog?”
Laughter bubbles out of her. “As a matter of fact, I do.” Then the laughter fades, replaced with a look of uncertainty. “Was it…okay?”
“Okay?” I shake my head. “No. It was not okay—it was fucking phenomenal. Get up here.” I reach out and pull her against me, taking her lips greedily. I can taste the remnants of my semen on her tongue and when it’s part of kissing her, it’s amazing.
Everything with Briar is amazing.
“So…does that count as fucking or making love?” she asks when she lifts her head.
“That counts as the love of my life doing beautifully dirty things to her man. Like I said, it’s more nuanced than that when you’re in a committed, loving relationship. But trust me—when I truly fuck you—you’ll know.”
She cocks her head. “Can that be…now?”
“Oh, yeah.”