22. Brynn
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I heard him moving around. I heard him doing…
something. I felt him staring at me, most definitely.
But every time I went to move, I just… couldn’t.
I was boneless. Like the calcium that made up my skeletal system evaporated away, leaving nothing but a pile of skin and meat behind.
Stars still danced in my vision as I blinked a few times, trying to get the little silvery spots to go away.
That was the hottest experience I’d ever had in my life.
Well, the only experience like that I’d ever had.
But still, I wasn’t sure what the hell could top that.
Maybe he’ll let me do the same thing to him.
The thought made my mouth water. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t have these urges or anything. I guess I just got so lost in my degree while in college, and then moving back home to make sure Mom was all right…
Twenty-six years old, and I’d never been with a man. Would someone like Colton like that? Or, would he think I’m pathetic?
I went back to my original thought. Tasting him. I wanted to taste him. I’d never done that kind of thing before, but I’m sure it wasn’t too hard. Just because I’d never experienced it didn’t mean I didn’t understand how it worked. Mouth open, dick in, close mouth, suck. Bob. Swallow. Lick.
Mmmm, lick.
I wanted his cock to be the first in my hands.
I wanted his mouth to be the first on my pussy.
I wanted his body to be the first inside of mine.
Fucking hell, what has this man done to me?
“Come here,” Colton growled.
“Ah,” I squeaked as he picked me up.
I hovered in the air as if I weighed nothing, but the darkness of his office didn’t provide me much in the way of getting my bearings. My mind had only just cleared of its euphoric haziness, but before I knew it, I felt my ass touch down against… the top of his desk.
He sat down in his rolling office chair and picked my feet up into his hands.
He stared me down with a grin on his face, and I watched as he slowly slipped my flip flops off my feet.
He took one of them into his gruff, callused hands, massaging it slowly.
I groaned as I laid back, not even thinking about the fact that he had cleared our food off his desk, and I allowed him to pamper me with his motions.
“Good?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” I said as I gazed up half-heartedly at the ceiling.
I grew so lost in the foot massage that I didn’t even realize he shifted until I felt his lips press against the inside of my thigh.
I gasped, whipping my head up from his desk so quickly that the room began to spin.
That’s when I saw that my dress was hiked up to my hips.
He had my panties pulled off to the side again, only this time my legs weren’t settled on the floor, or on either side of him.
Instead, my legs were hooked over his gigantic fucking shoulders.
“Say no or lay back. Those are your options,” he said as he peered up at me from between my thighs.
I did as he asked.
I slowly laid back down against his desk.
“Good girl,” he growled.
The instant his tongue dove into my depths, my head shot into the clouds.
His arms threaded themselves beneath my thick thighs, pulling me closer as he growled against my clit.
My jaw quivered. My eyes rolled back. He held me against him like a ravenous beast, his stubble tickling my outer edges while his tongue laved at my throbbing slit.
He licked me from entrance to tip, giving my clit little flicks and kisses just to make sure she wasn’t forgotten.
It was all too much.
He was too much.
In the best of ways.
“Oh, Colton,” I panted out as my hands found their way into his hair.
He growled as he stood. He took me with him, practically raising my lower body into the air as he stood and devoured me.
My toes curled. My legs quivered. My muscles locked out.
With only my shoulders on his desk and my ass seated right against his fucking chest, I felt my juices dripping down my ass crack as I heard him gulping me down.
Drinking me.
As if his life depended on it.
“Oh my God,” I choked out as my third orgasm bellowed over me.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” he growled as he slipped his tongue into my pulsing entrance. “Give me all of it.”
My body collapsed as it came down from the clouds, my head dangling over the edge of the desk. The room tilted as he lowered my body back down. My knees crooked over the other end of the desk, my feet finding purchase against… the warm bottom of his seat?
“Colton?” I asked breathlessly.
I tried to pick my head up and look around for him until a shadow cloaked my chest. My head. My stomach. I tilted my head back off the edge of the desk and saw him staring at me from his upside-down perch.
Then I heard something that sounded like a zipper.
I heard fabric pooling against the floor.
For the smallest of moments, I wondered if I should tell him.
Is that something you have to tell a guy?
That you’re a virgin? That you’re new to all of this?
I wasn’t sure what the rules were for something like that.
Fucking hell, I should’ve called Dani before this lunch date.
She’d know what to do. She dated enough in college for the both of us.
Maybe if I just told him I needed some air. A moment to collect myself. Not because I needed it, but because I wanted a second to relish things. To—
I felt something tapping against my lips before he painted a wet trail along my mouth. And when I opened my eyes, I found myself face to face with the underside of Colton’s dick.
The throbbing vein alone caused me to dart my tongue out just so I could lick it. And the groan that bubbled up his throat urged me to do it again. But when I opened my mouth to lick him once more, he slid his thick cock into my mouth until my gag stopped him.
“Gooooooood damn it,” he groaned as his head fell back. “Just the way I thought you’d feel.”
I felt my throat close around him and he stroked my cheek softly, a stark contrast to the heaviness of his voice.
Or the girth of his cock.
“Relax,” he said. His voice sounded like tires rumbling over gravel, and I couldn’t help but melt into his desk a bit. “There we go. Such a good girl for me, listening to what I say.”
I wanted nothing more than to be his good girl. Tell me what to do next, I thought to myself. Tell me, and it’s yours.
And just as if he heard my thoughts, his hand cupped my cheek. “Now, take a deep breath for me, beautiful.”
And just as I did, he slid another inch down my throat, past my gag reflex that kicked up with a fury. My eyes watered. My throat jumped. Every single part of me fought the intrusion. But Colton didn’t move deeper, nor did he pull out.
“Breathe,” he said softly as he stroked my cheek. I didn’t even realize the tears streaking my face until he did. “You’re doing so good for me, just a little more.”
Dear God, there was more of him?
“Now, breathe again,” he whispered as he massaged my aching jaw.
My eyes fluttered closed and I did my best to swallow. He grunted, his cock jumping in my throat, and it triggered my gag reflex again. Spittle pooled in my mouth and dribbled down the sides of my face, and I made a move to wipe it up.
“Don’t you dare,” Colton practically snarled.
I gasped at the sound of his voice, so primal and urgent, and that gave him the breath he needed to sink his cock down my throat until the tip of my nose tickled his balls.
I’d never seen balls like this up close.
They were heavy. Lined with veins. Tight, and up, like he was ready to spill.
At least, that’s what all of the books I read said happened before men orgasmed. Is that what really happened?
The distraction relaxed my throat enough that he pulled out, and I gasped for air. But he didn’t wait for long before he plunged back down my throat, making me gag as a fresh set of tears rumbled down my cheeks.
“No one has ever been more beautiful,” he said with almost reverence in his voice.
I wish I could’ve looked up at him. Seen him when he said that to me.
But, with my head upside down and my eyes staring at his balls from upside down, it wasn’t really a convenience I was afforded.
The way he drilled into me forced more spittle down the sides of my face.
Even though I tried to control my tears, I couldn’t.
It didn’t hurt, it was just… I don’t know.
Weird. Feeling him fill my throat before emptying it, only to fill it again, made me wonder what it would feel like between my legs.
Would my pussy feel like this? Intruded upon, but in the best of ways?
I moaned and hummed around his cock as his precum leaked down my throat. The taste wasn’t divine or anything, but it certainly wasn’t awful. Salty and slick, like those savory jams my nana used to make.
“You take me so good, sweet girl,” Colton grunted as he fucked my face. “Inch after inch. Just like I knew you could.”
I relished his praise as he made me a fucking mess. His hips drilled into my mouth. His balls slapped against the bridge of my nose. I felt used, and it was marvelous. I had no idea what the hell that said about me, but I didn’t even care.
I never wanted this to end.
“So good for me,” he hissed through clenched teeth as his hands slammed down onto the desk.
He hunched over me, his hips snapping in time with the pulsing of his cock against my teeth.
I unhinged my jaw as far as I could and let him work.
Let him fuck my throat. Let him take whatever it was he wanted.
Gone were the thoughts of our food. Gone were the thoughts of our date.
All I wanted was to know what he tasted like.
I wanted my dessert first.
“Holy fucking God,” he growled from somewhere deep within his soul.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it held a twinge of shock as well.
And that’s when he slammed himself back down my throat and held himself there.
“God. Fucking. Damn it,” he cursed with every pulse of his arousal down my throat. “Such. A good. Girl. For me.”
Even though his body shivered, even though I was spiraling out of control, he somehow found a way to softly cup my cheek.
His arm quivered as he propped himself up.
I felt his entire body shivering as I swallowed the last of him down.
My throat bobbed around him, pulling sounds from him that I wanted to elicit again.
He had the loveliest sounds.
His cock slid out of my mouth with a wet plop before I finally gasped for air. He was still hunched over me, both of his hands pressed into the desk my body laid splayed upon as my head continued dangling off the edge.
I felt his hands part my thighs.
“Colton?” I asked breathlessly.
“You deserve a reward for being such a good girl,” he growled.
And it was all the warning I got before he faceplanted back into my pussy.
“Colton!” I cried out against his stomach.
His shirt muffled me as he devoured me. His tongue wasted no time finding my clit, and he quickly got to work.
I slid my hands beneath his shirt. I shoved it up, revealing a hairy chest and happy trail that ran down an expanse that was covered in just the slightest bit of softness.
It was perfection incarnate, and I nuzzled my entire face against his abs as I bucked my hips up against his face.
There were no words while I chased my high.
I lost myself in him, in the gruff demeanor of his actions and the softness of his skin.
I lost myself in the coarse black hair that covered him and how manly it felt against my clammy, bare skin.
He made a mess of me, and I didn’t even care.
My hips stuttered as my nails raked around behind his body, digging into the strength of his lower back.
And with a growl, he sucked my clit in between his lips.
I came with a cry against his stomach.
“Colton! Yes! Oh, fuck!”
I was so lost in my own euphoric lust that I couldn’t move.
All I could do was lay there and allow the pleasure to overwhelm me.
I jerked and shook with the force of my ecstasy.
I felt Colton licking me clean before he finally reared back.
I wanted to pull him back. I wanted him to smother me.
I wanted to feel the weight of his massive body against mine.
But before I could find a way to make my mouth work again, his arms hooked underneath mine and he helped me sit up on his desk.
I heard him tucking himself back into his pants.
“Well,” I said breathlessly, dazed from our efforts, “what a way to break things in.”
He chuckled before I heard a zipper, and then I felt his strong pair of hands against my shoulders.
“Lean back against me,” he muttered against my ear.
And he sure as hell didn’t have to tell me twice.
I leaned back a bit, sinking into the massage he worked up and down my back.
My head fell forward, and I only had half-a-mind when I smoothed my dress back down over my thighs.
I groaned as he dug his thumbs into my lower back.
I drew in a deep breath through my nose as he massaged my neck, working his hands around the underside of my jaw to touch every single muscle he overworked.
That was until his movements stopped abruptly. “Did you say, way to break things in?”
“Huh?”
His hands disappeared, and I cursed myself for ever saying anything as he walked around to me and stood. His fingers gripped my chin as he led my half-hooded gaze up to his.
“Brynn,” he said, his coach voice slowly pulling me from the pleasure that almost drowned me, “tell me you’re not a virgin.”
Shit.
His eyes grew hard as he gripped my chin a bit tighter. His voice lowered. “Brynn, tell me I didn’t just take something from you.”
But before I could even open my mouth to tell him that he didn’t take anything I didn’t want to freely give him, a rhythmic clicking sound echoed down the hallway.
And I sure as hell didn’t have to peek out to know who was coming toward us.