Chapter 19 #3
I place my guitar on the floor, and as soon as I sit upright again, Colby pounces. We crash together in a hard kiss, our tongues dancing as we lock our arms around each other.
There’s a sense of desperation in the kiss that is unfamiliar but not unwanted, like we’re trying to anchor ourselves to one another, knowing the rough tide is going to try and separate us.
I pull Colby on top of me as I lie back against the pillows. He rolls his hips, grinding his thickening cock against mine. My hands travel over the expanse of his back until I reach the hem of his t-shirt. His skin is warm and soft as I smooth my palms up his spine, taking the T-shirt with me.
We separate for long enough to discard his T-shirt, and then he’s capturing my mouth again in another bruising kiss.
“I need you, Colbs,” I plead against his lips.
He grazes his teeth over my lower lip before rising to his knees, and I’m unable to move as I drink in the sight of him.
His blond waves are a mess from my hands, lips swollen from our kisses.
His chest rises and falls in quick bursts as he catches his breath, but it’s his eyes that have me reaching down to squeeze my erection.
The unshed tears have disappeared, and now they burn with a hungry desire as he scans my body.
Fuck, how am I going to live without him?
Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, I strip out of my clothes with shaky fingers. He makes quick work of his own, then he kneels there, watching me with a heated expression as he strokes his cock.
“How do you want me?” he asks, voice hoarse.
I bite on the inside of my cheek, loving the way he still looks for guidance, even though we’ve had a lot of sex since that first time.
“Stand up,” I reply.
Colby walks on his knees to the edge of the bed, and stands next to me. I raise my hand to grab his jaw and kiss him. He moans, instantly parting his lips for my tongue.
Once I manage to tear myself away, I climb onto the mattress, settling on my hands and knees. With an arch of my back, I tilt my hips, and his shuddering breath has my cock aching.
Colby retrieves the lube from his drawer, then cold, wet fingers circle my rim a few times before he slowly eases one finger inside.
“Ohh, fuck,” I groan, digging my fingers into the bedsheets.
He places a hand on my ass cheek and uses his thumb to spread me open more. He lets out a low, satisfied hum, sliding his finger in and out of me a few times before adding a second. I grit my teeth from the pressure, then a choked moan leaves my throat as he starts to pick up his pace.
One thing I’ve learned about Colby is that he loves foreplay. He’s mastered the art of working me open, of teasing me until my toes are curled tight and my vision turns fuzzy.
Within minutes, he has me writhing and begging for his cock, and his answering snicker tells me he’s loving every second.
“Colby,” I pant as sweat trickles down my temple. “You need to fuck me now, or I swear I’m gonna die.”
He responds by curling his fingers inside me, and I moan so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole street heard me. He slips his fingers out, and I whimper from the loss.
I hear the familiar click of the lube cap, and then the head of Colby’s cock presses against my hole.
I suck in a breath, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he slowly sinks inside me.
He tightens his grip on my hips as he slides his cock inch by tantalizing inch inside of me until his thighs meet the back of mine.
Colby stills, giving me a moment to revel in the feel of him. Soft lips press gentle kisses on my shoulder blade, and I lift my head to glance at him over my shoulder. His quick, short breaths fanning against my ear cause goose bumps to ripple across my body.
Maybe it was the emotion from the song, or seeing the visceral reaction from Colby, but there’s a sense of urgency in the air. A need to claim each other before time runs out.
I miss the feel of his heart beating against my back when he stands up again. He thrusts slow and long as his hands move to spread my cheeks.
“I love watching you take me,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. “Watching how well you fit around my cock.”
He traces his fingertips over where I’m stretched around him, and I moan, my muscles tightening around his length and sucking him in deeper.
“Fucking hell, you’re going to kill me,” I gasp.
He grunts before picking up his pace, slamming into me hard and fast.
The bed hits the wall in a steady thump, thump, thump, adding a baseline to the sound of our labored breaths and pleasured moans and the slapping of skin.
I’m so full of him. Not just his cock, but with the love I have for him.
I open my mouth, ready to voice my feelings out loud, but then he shifts his hips, and the change in angle has his cockhead reaching my prostate.
My breath hitches, trapping my confession in my throat. Every nerve ending is lit up, causing electricity to course through my veins.
Maybe Liam isn’t far off, because despite knowing this thing between us is probably temporary, I can’t stop myself from falling for him.
And all I know is I’m going to crumble the second this ends.