Chapter Thirteen - Colt
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Colt
“You’re fucking faking an orgasm right now,” I growl down at her.
She opens her eyes and immediately stops. “Yeah, that wasn’t my best work.”
“What in the actual fuck, Blaire?” I ask as she pushes me away and stands up.
“I told you that I want you naked,” she shrugs. “And you didn’t listen to me, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands.”
I run my hand through my hair, trying to understand her logic.
“Were you not enjoying it?” I shake my head, still completely mind-fucked.
“I didn’t like being the only one naked!” She shouts back and paces back and forth along the narrow kitchen. “It made me feel like I was performing, so I gave you a performance.”
I take a deep breath as I watch her move around anxiously.
It’s making me anxious, too. I think about what she’s saying. I should have listened to her. She’s always ogled at by everyone. She’s probably exhausted by it. And I just did the same damn thing as everyone else.
“Fuck,” I pull her into me. “I’m sorry. Damn it, I’m saying that a lot tonight.”
A small smile comes back to her lips.
“I’m going to take my clothes off now,” I whisper. “You can sit down and enjoy the show.”
She looks at me for a long moment and I raise my eyebrows at her to signal I’m not joking. She nods, seemingly appeased, and sits back down.
I reach back behind me and pull my t-shirt up over my head and throw it on the ground, meeting her eyes at every opportunity. Her eyes trace up and down my body and any blood that rushed away from my cock from her fake orgasm has already returned from seeing the desire in her eyes. That can’t be faked.
I unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I grip my cock and adjust it in my briefs when I stand back up.
I stand there for a moment, watching her watch me.
“Don’t stop now,” she says, her eyes wide with anticipation.
I grin and pull my briefs down, my cock bobbing out immediately.
“Just like you remember?” I ask.
“The cock is just as…” she swallows. “Cocky.”
I laugh and stroke myself for her. Her lips part as she watches my hand gliding along my length.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I say slowly. “I’m going to turn the lights off and I’m going to know without a doubt when you’re coming, not because I can see you, but because I’m going to feel your hot as fuck pussy clenching around my cock. And we’re only going to concentrate on making each other feel fucking good. No lights needed for that.” I say as my fingers hover over the light switch. “Okay?”
“Okay,” her voice is raspy and low as she agrees and it makes my cock twitch in anticipation.
I turn the lights off and our naked bodies crash against each other. I grip her ass and find my way to the kitchen table. I place her down, but keep my grip on her tight. My cock slams into her stomach and I pull back, letting the weight of it glide down past her belly button until it settles right between her legs.
Our foreheads meet as we both look down in the darkness between us, barely seeing a damn thing. But I already have her pussy imprinted in my memory.
Her hand reaches between us and grips my shaft. I hiss at finally feeling her touch me. She trails her fingers down my shaft as if she’s getting her bearings. She finds my balls, tight and already eager to fucking blow. She cups them and I shiver when she runs her fingers back up to the tip.
I bite my bottom lip hard as she runs my tip along her slit, swirling it around her clit. Her breath quickens into shallow inhales of anticipation. I release an excited breath as she moves my tip down until it dips and settles at her entrance.
I wait, not moving no matter how fucking bad I want to push into her. But I can’t read her facial expressions and I’m not risking doing something before she’s ready.
I feel her hands glide along my hips, grazing the muscles that are tight and ready to go. She finds the dip in my back and I fucking see stars as she pulls me into her. My length enters her inch by inch, parting her tight walls as she adjusts her hips to accommodate me.
We both inhale roughly when my cock is completely in her, filling her to the brim. I lower my head and find her lips. We kiss long languid kisses, not moving our bodies yet, just letting her pussy soak my cock in her juices.
Our kisses get hungrier and the small rocking friction our bodies are creating breaks my discipline.
“I want to fuck you now,” I plead .
“Then fuck me.” She whispers, sounding just as desperate.
I grip my fingers into her ass to pull out, and then slam back into her. She gasps and I do it again, this time finding our rhythm. I kiss down her neck and her clavicle until I find the pebble of her hard nipple and twirl my tongue around it.
Without seeing her, I can feel every tremor from her body and my body reacts, giving her what she wants, where she wants it. I feel her grinding against me every time I push deep into her and I want to give her clit what it damn well deserves.
I risk majorly fucking up in the dark when I pull her off the table. I turn her around and put one of her knees on the built-in kitchen bench and pull her other legs up over the table.
“What in the hell?” She laughs.
“You’ll see,” I nip at her ear.
This camper is a shitty place to have sex, but I think I just found the silver lining. Non-movable furniture allows us into positions we normally never could. Her legs are spread wide open and I find her entrance and push in from behind. Then I wrap my hand around her chest and hold her body against mine as my other hand finds her clit.
I push into her as I massage her between her legs.
“Damn it,” her voice is a mix between a shout and a moan. “You’re a genius.”
“Mm,” I groan as I feel her body clenching around my cock. “I’ll remind you that you said that later.” My voice comes out in short breaths as I feel my composure slipping.
I slam into her harder and her hips begin to rock wildly back and forth. Her legs fight to close, an involuntary reaction to her impending orgasm, so this time I push her deeper onto me, keeping her legs spread out by the table.
This pushes her over the edge. Her body trembles and her body clenches around my cock.
“Fuck, Blaire. Where do you want me to come?” My voice is strained.
“Birth control. It’s fine. Inside me,” she yells, her hips bucking, trying to milk the come out of me.
There is definitely no way she is faking this orgasm.
And as much as I want to come inside her, I pull out and press the shaft against her ass as my come rockets out of me. I grip her waist and rock against her, complete bliss washing over me as I finally release a fucking half decade of lust for the woman whimpering under me.
I take a deep breath as the last bits of come drip out onto her back. She slides her legs off the table and straightens herself.
She lets go of a little cough, as if composing herself. I reach down and grab my t-shirt, mopping up the Jackson Pollock of come my cock just painted on her.
“Sorry, I just thought maybe you weren’t thinking straight and I felt like coming in you might be too much.”
She clears her throat again. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I got lost in the moment.”
Why does this feel so damn awkward right now?
We work best when we’re fucking. That’s for damn sure. So I go over to the bedroom and turn on the light. There’s a dusty sheet but when I pull it off, the mattress underneath isn’t so bad.
If we need to get reacquainted using our bodies, then that’s what we’ll damn do.
“Just give me ten minutes,” I say as I jump back onto the mattress.
She comes to the door frame. I admire her rosy cheeks and tousled hair in the dim light.
“For what?” She says, eyeing me suspiciously.
“For what else, Hollywood? Round two.”