21. Colton
COLTON
I shouldn’t have locked the door.
That’s what I told myself as I flipped the bolt and turned off the office light.
The rational part of my brain, the part that had spent twenty years making good decisions under pressure, was already filing its objection.
She was the owner’s daughter. I’d been here three weeks.
I hadn’t even run a full practice cycle yet.
None of that stopped me from turning back around.
She was still in the chair where I’d left her, and the light from my computer screen cut across the left side of her body — the curve of her shoulder, the flush already working down her neck, those brown eyes tracking me as I crossed the room.
She’d smoothed her dress back over her thighs.
Her hands were in her lap. She looked like she was trying to appear composed and doing about a fifty percent job of it, which was more than I deserved.
I braced my hand against the edge of the desk and hovered over her. Let my shadow cloak her. Her chin tipped up. She didn’t move back.
“This dress looks beautiful on you,” I said as my fingertips trailed slowly up the inside of her thigh.
Those eyes of hers widened as her legs fell open for me. “Th—thank you.”
When her head fell back, I growled. “Eyes on me.”
She snapped her head back up and those half-hooded eyes of hers stared back at me. I hadn’t even reached her panties yet, and she looked like I just cannon-shot her into the heavens.
It would be a masterpiece watching her come undone against my hand.
“Cotton panties,” I said as my fingers brushed against the damp fabric. Brynn gasped, her head falling back again as I dipped my fingers into her clothed slit. “Nice, healthy choice.”
She whimpered softly, picking her head back up. “They…they breathe be-be—better, oh.”
I chuckled as I stroked around her clit with my finger. “Cotton’s always good for a nice breeze.”
Her leg jumped as I hooked my finger along the side of her panties. “Y-y-y—yeah.”
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” I said as my finger finally pulled her panties to the side.
Her thighs spread just a tad bit more for me as she slid down into the chair. “Oh, fuck.”
I chuckled as I towered over her, watching my hand disappear up her dress.
The scent of her perfumed the air, made my mouth water as she coated my fingertips in a silky-smooth texture.
She smelled like the ocean, salty and alive.
I wanted nothing more than to dive my mouth between her legs and devour her until she couldn’t see straight.
But I wanted to watch her first.
“You look so pretty with your legs open for me like that,” I said.
She whimpered at my words. “Colton, fuck. This feels—it’s been—so—”
I pouted playfully as I dipped my finger into her pulsing entrance. “Aw, well that just won’t do.”
“Shit,” she hissed as she hooked one of her legs over the arm of the chair.
“Good girl,” I muttered as I pressed my nose into the top of her head.
I inhaled her scent as I dragged her wetness back up to her swollen clit.
She jumped with each small circle around its throbbing base, and I growled as I teased her.
Her little gasps and sighs filled the air around us, and I hung onto every single one.
Her skin flushed with every ministration.
Her arms tinted red. Her thighs bloomed with the same color as her cheeks.
I bent down and kissed the jiggling swells of her breasts as she slowly rocked her hips against my hand.
“Colton, please,” she begged breathlessly.
“Mmmm, not yet,” I muttered as I traced my nose down to the shell of her ear.
I removed my hand from between her legs, relishing the whimper of dissatisfaction that came from the beautiful woman beneath me.
I looked into her eyes as I brought my fingers to my mouth, and I licked every single droplet of arousal off my digits.
Her eyes tracked my tongue’s every movement, and the way my cock swelled against my jeans had me seeing fucking stars.
I’d never be able to go back.
Not after tasting her.
And as I plunged my hand back between her legs, she hooked her other leg over the other arm of the chair.
I hiked the rest of her dress up.
“Oh, look at that pretty little pussy,” I said as I slipped one finger in, and then another. She whimpered, her hips rolling and shifting as I growled. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight.”
“So full,” she whispered. “So good. Do something, Colton. Anything. Please.”
With her pussy stuffed with my fingers, the pad of my thumb found her clit. And the second her jaw dropped open, I straddled her legs and towered over her as I clapped my left hand over her mouth.
I muted her sounds just before they rose up the back of her throat.
“That’s a good girl,” I growled lowly, so only the two of us heard. “You know what you want. You’re confident enough to know when it’s yours to take.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” she whimpered against my palm as her eyes rolled back.
I felt her clit pulsing heavily against my thumb as her tight walls clamped around my fingers. “You look so good taking me in. Inch by inch. Finger by finger. I bet you could handle another one, couldn’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” she panted breathlessly as her hips bucked against my hand.
“Yes, you know you can. Such a good girl for me,” I said with a grin as I allowed a third finger to trace the already-tight ring of her pussy. “Now, spread those legs good and wide for me. There we go.”
She whimpered and wiggled as I breached the tight ring of her entrance with a third finger. Jesus fucking Christ, how long had it been since this woman had been with someone? Clearly she’d dropped everything in her life to take care of her mother, and that wouldn’t stand.
She wouldn’t neglect herself any longer.
Not while I was around.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned as her head fell back. She panted softly as three of my fingers buried themselves inside of her.
I flicked the pad of my thumb across the tip of her clit.
“Oh, God!” she cried out.
“There it is,” I growled as I clapped my hand back over her mouth. “Now, come like a good girl for me. And keep those eyes on me.”
Her eyes widened, but her hips bucked. Over and over, chasing her high, meeting my hand, thrust for thrust. The wet sounds coming from between her legs had my cock leaking against my boxer briefs, but I didn’t give a flying fuck.
The second Brynn’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, I felt her walls clamp around me.
My palm filled with her arousal, coating my hands and dripping down to my wrist. What I wouldn’t have given to bury myself between her legs right then.
I wanted to watch her, though.
I wanted to watch her fall over the edge.
“Oh, Colton,” she moaned against my hand as her hips rose to the occasion. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. Like that. Like that. So close. So… so…”
I removed my hand from her mouth and gripped the bun on the top of her head, pulling her gaze to mine. And as her legs jumped, I felt her walls finally throbbing in tune with the pulse of her clit against my thumb.
“Colton,” she whimpered out as her jaw unhinged.
And that’s when it happened. That’s when she snapped.
She drew in a broken breath just before my mouth covered hers, and the groans and little cries of passion that bubbled up from her throat poured down mine.
I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit as she ground against me.
My tongue slid against hers, claiming her mouth as mine.
I timed the movements of the heel of my hand against her clit, sending her quickly chasing yet another orgasm.
I chuckled against her lips as she bucked ravenously against my hand. “Colton. Colton. Colton. Colton.”
I traced my nose along her cheek. Kissed the crusted tear trail that had been left behind from earlier. “Such a good girl, taking what she wants. You deserve it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she groaned.
“You deserve these orgasms. You work so hard.”
“Yes, I do,” she whimpered.
“You put your plans on hold.”
“Yes, I did,” she choked out as her pussy throbbed.
That’s when my lips found the shell of her ear. “Then be a good girl for me and come again.”
“Oh, fuck,” she squeaked out.
I covered her mouth once more as she gushed against my palm.
I growled down the back of her throat, fucking her with my tongue the same way my fingers fucked that tight little hole of hers.
She breathed the air I afforded her. And as she came down from her second orgasm, I loosened my grip and forced her brown eyes to look up at me.
“You will take what you deserve when I give it, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”
Her jaw shivered with the aftershocks of her orgasms. “Y-y-y—yeah—yes.”
“Yes… what?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Coach.”
I released my grip around her throat, allowing my thumb to slide down the pulse point of her neck.
“My God,” Brynn said breathlessly as she finally collapsed back into the chair, “I didn’t know you’d be such a talker.”
I grinned as I slid my hand out from between her legs.
She whimpered at the loss, and I couldn’t help but stare at the absolute mess she made of my forearm.
I licked her off my fingers. I lapped her off my palm.
I didn’t even give a shit what it made me look like.
Some kind of animal, probably. But dear God in heaven, she tasted divine.
Next time, I’d drink right from the fucking source.
“I was the chirper on my team,” I said as I reached for a napkin on my desk and wiped off my forearm.
“Sorry,” she said softly.
And when I looked over at her, I found her watching my arm while she blushed.
A blush that looked almost like embarrassment.
“Don’t be,” I said as I finished cleaning off my arm. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do, just like a good girl.”
Her blush deepened with those words.
And as she laid there, still trying to catch her breath with her legs still hooked over the arms of the chair, only one thought crossed my mind.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever witnessed.
Yeah.
I’m fucked.