41. Brynn #2
I curled my fingers into his hair and tried tugging him to where I wanted him to be. “Please, Colton. I need to come. I need you to lick my pussy. Please.”
And before I knew it, he ripped me out of bed, into the bathroom, and seated me on a chair in the bathroom that sat right in front of the expansive mirror he had.
It gave me a full view of what he looked like as he dropped to his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders, and plunged his face in between my thighs.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.
It was all too much. The expanse of his shoulders, propping my legs up.
His hands, pressing my thighs open. His tongue, ravishing me as I watched our reflection in the mirror with half-hooded eyes.
My stomach rolls were on full display. He growled between my legs as I felt myself dripping down my ass crack.
His tongue rolled over my clit before he sucked it into his mouth, and my head fell back as I cried out to the heavens.
“Fucking hell, Colton! Yes! Right there!”
The sounds were obscene. I picked up my head just enough to watch his back muscles flex with every movement.
Watching a powerful man like Colton? On his knees in nothing but sweatpants?
Diving between my thighs and licking me clean while caressing my fat rolls like they were the most beautiful things in the world to him?
I didn’t stand a chance at lasting.
“Colton! Yes! I’m coming! Oh… fuck… ing… hell…”
It crashed over me with such a weight that it ripped the breath from my lungs.
Wave after wave of euphoria crashed over me as he growled against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure streaming up to my ribcage.
My stomach clenched. My toes curled. I dug my heels into his shoulders as he growled and pressed himself deeper.
Further. He lapped at me, even though I’d come down from my high.
My body jumped and jolted as lips and my hands fought different fights.
“I can’t. It’s too much. Colton. Colton, I…”
And yet, my hands kept drawing him closer, despite my protests.
His cheeky chuckle before I felt something teasing at my entrance had me on high alert.
I snapped my head up, watching his back muscles flexing and undulating in the mirror as he inched a finger inside of me.
My jaw unhinged as an unearthly drone spilled from my mouth.
He slipped one finger in, then two. Scissoring my tight hole open as my juices flooded his hand.
I bucked ravenously against his hand, chasing a high I wasn’t sure my body could handle.
His tongue flattened over my clit. He growled in rhythmic timing with my thrusts, like a wild animal close to rut.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened when he curled his fingertips inside of my body.
“Colton!?”
It was a half-cry-half-question as I felt something gush between my legs.
His growl was so thick and chesty that it rattled my skeleton, shivering my muscles from the inside.
Something inside of me snapped. I bucked against his face, marking him with the excessive juices pouring from my body.
My abs clenched. Pressure formed behind my hip bones.
My back arched so deeply that I thought it might bow, and Colton pulled away from me just before he stuffed me with a third finger.
“That’s it, make a mess of me,” he snarled. “Mark your territory.”
I fucked myself on his fingers as I felt yet another high trying to chase me down.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chanted breathlessly. “Fucking hell, Colton, you’ve ruined… me… ooooooh, God.”
It came out like more of a desperate plea than a cry of lust. But when I felt that gush between my legs once more, my mouth went dry.
My teeth turned to cotton. My bones evaporated, collapsing me against the chair as a squelching sound sounded from beneath my ass.
The room tilted on its axis. Was I levitating?
I couldn’t tell. The room spun around me as I closed my eyes, trying to find my internal balance.
But it wasn’t until Colton laid me down on the bed, stomach first, that I finally found my bearings.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered into the pillow.
I felt something warm and wet between my legs before Colton wiped me up softly. “Let me know if I hurt you.”
All I did was lay there, though, and let him pamper me. Jesus Christ, I’d never orgasmed so hard in all my life. I’d have to throw my dildos out. None of them would compare to the things this man pulled from my body.
It wasn’t until he settled down next to me, pulling me against him, that I let myself exhale.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Did you mean it?”
I tilted my head back and found his stare intent on my own.
“Did you mean it, Brynn? What you said?”
I reached up and cupped his stubbled cheek. I loved his stubble. I hoped he never got rid of it. “Every syllable of it.”
His face filled with something I hadn’t seen on him before. Something close to scared. “The press could find us.”
“I know.”
“They’d go all in,” he said as if he tried to convince me to take the words back. Like I ever could. “They’d leave no stone unturned in your life, or in mine.”
I shrugged softly. “I know how the media works. We’re bombarded with it every single day.”
“Watching it and living it are two different things.”
I shook my head softly, my thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “You’ll never be able to convince me that loving you isn’t the right decision.”
His eyes held mine. “I haven’t always been a good man, Brynn.”
I didn’t hesitate with my answer, though. “You’re a good man to me, and that’s what matters.”
The kiss he honored me with was one for the books.
It prickled goosebumps along my skin as he slowly rolled me onto my back, his tongue invading the depths of my mouth.
Our teeth clattered together with the force of it.
His hands languidly explored my body, lazy, yet still intent on touching me.
His hand slipped beneath the shirt of his that I was wearing, his hands gracing over my excess as if it were angelic.
And when he pulled back, I saw all of the love in the world in his stoic brown stare.
“No matter what happens,” he said, his voice filled with intent, “no matter where we go from here, no matter what my career does, I will always protect you, Brynn Caldwell. I will always keep you safe. From the media. From your mother’s grief. Even from yourself, if necessary.”
I smiled softly. “I love you, Colton.”
“I love you, too, Brynn.”
And with one last kiss, I settled against him for the night, slipping off into an effortless slumber that promised a morning filled with smiles and new beginnings.
Just like the two of us deserved.