Chapter 12 #2
“Good,” he murmurs, then suddenly serious as he glances down. “Uh, there’s one little problem. I don’t have any protection.”
I freeze for a moment, caught off guard. “I haven’t had sex in two years,” I admit, the confession slipping out easier than I expected.
“Two whole years?”
I nod.
“For me, me since my last ex,” Colt responds, his eyes narrowing slightly as he steps closer, his presence engulfing me. “I could get you the negative test results if you want.”
“I can’t get pregnant,” I say quickly, heat creeping up my cheeks. “It was…an issue with my breakup. No need to go into detail now.”
“Really?” he asks, his voice low, a hint of satisfaction crossing his features.
“Yes, really,” I confirm, urgency coursing through me. “You’re clean? You promise?”
“Clean as a whistle.”
With a fierce need, he crashes his lips against mine again, the kiss deepening, fueled by the urgency of everything we’ve kept bottled up. The world outside fades away, leaving just him and me, tangled in this moment of reckless abandon.
“Elena,” he breathes between kisses, and I can feel the tension, the desire radiating off him. He lifts me up against the wall, and I fully wrap both of my legs around him, pulling him closer, as if daring him to take control fully.
With a growl, he lifts me effortlessly, then positions us both on the bench. The cool padding underneath contrasts with the heat brewing between us, and as he hovers over me, I see the resolve in his eyes.
“Let’s be reckless,” he says, and with that, he closes the distance, bodies entwined, surrendering to the wild, commanding passion that has finally ignited. As we move together, lost in the rhythm of our desires, I know there’s no turning back.
He peels off my tank top, and the cool leather against my bare back sends a shiver up my spine, contrasting with the heat of his body hovering over mine.
Colt's eyes, dark and hungry, roam over me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin.
I can see the desire etched in every line of his face, the tension in his jaw, the way his breath hitches slightly. “Give it to me, Colt,” I mutter.
A primal sound escapes his throat as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring, claiming.
His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my waist, the swell of my breasts, before deftly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside.
The cool air hits my nipples, making them harden instantly, and Colt doesn't miss a beat, his mouth trailing down to capture one peak, then the other, his tongue swirling, teasing.
I gasp, arching into his touch, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
He lavishes attention on my breasts, his hands cupping, squeezing, before one hand trails down, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.
A good choice today. He lifts his head, his eyes locking onto mine as his fingers find my heat, stroking, exploring.
"God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
I nod, biting my lip, unable to form coherent words as his fingers work their magic, stroking, circling, building a tension low in my belly. He watches me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as he brings me closer to the edge.
I gasp, my body tensing, coiling tighter and tighter.
He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing my cries, his fingers still moving, drawing out every last tremor.
As I come down from the high, my breath ragged, Colt pulls back, a satisfied smirk on his face.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down and off, leaving me completely bare before him.
His gaze sweeps over me, hungry, appreciative, before he stands, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes.
I watch, my mouth going dry as he reveals his body to me, every chiseled muscle, every hard plane.
The way the light catches the definition of his abs has my heart racing.
And then he's standing there, naked, his arousal evident, his eyes locked onto mine with that unmistakable hunger that sends shivers down my spine.
“You're incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he moves back to the bench, positioning himself between my legs.
“Me? Fuck. I don’t know how I’m going to fit that,” I admit, my teasing tone masking the flutter of nerves in my stomach.
He smirks, that devilish grin spreading across his face. “Oh, trust me, you’ll fit. I’m eight inches, after all. Not that big.”
“Eight? My ex was, ah, not that,” I confess, my cheeks flushing at the admission. I can feel the heat rising in my body, mixing with the anticipation building between us.
His eyebrows shoot up, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Really?”
Before I can stop myself, I kiss the head of his cock gently with my lips, a playful gesture that makes him chuckle. Then, I measure him with my hands, fingers stretching out in front of me. “He was only one hand length,” I say, smirking at the contrast.
“Can you…not talk about him? Like ever again?” Colt asks, feigning exasperation, but there’s a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
“Sorry. You’re just fucking big,” I reply, unable to hide the thrill of excitement in my voice. I almost want to laugh. Of course my younger trainer is hung like a porn star.
With that, I lean down and take him into my mouth, feeling the way he fills me completely. The weight of him on my tongue, the heat radiating from him, sends a shiver of pleasure racing down my spine. I can feel him harden even more, my body responding instinctively, craving more of him.
“Mmm. Baby,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire as he watches me. The look in his eyes—part lust, part awe—only fuels my desire further. I love this, the way he lets me take control, but also how dominant he is, guiding me without saying a word.
I relish every moment, every inch of him as I work my mouth over him, swirling my tongue and savoring the taste. He feels incredible, each flick and caress driving me wild, and I lose myself in the rhythm, the sensation of him filling my mouth, the way he groans my name.
“Fuck. You take me so well…”
“Well, color me impressed,” I finally manage to say, pulling back momentarily, panting as I look up at him, biting my lip.
“Me too.”
I giggle. “And a little intimidated.”
He leans closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Don’t be. Just take it nice and easy. And first…there’s something I’ve been dreaming about doing. Something that’s not an optional side quest.”
He sinks to his knees, positioning himself between my legs on the workout bench.
As his mouth descends, a shiver runs down my spine, anticipation crackling in the air.
His tongue flicks against me, teasing and exploring, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body.
I arch my back, gasping as he finds the perfect rhythm, each stroke igniting the fire within me.
The world around me fades; it’s just him and the exquisite sensations he’s creating. I feel every flick, every gentle lick, as he devours me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
“You like that, baby?” He says, looking up.
“Fucking love it.”
“Me too,” he says, and dives back between my legs, spread out for him on the workout bench. It’s absolutely feral.
My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer, deeper, craving more. I can feel the pressure building, pleasure coiling tighter, and I'm teetering on the edge, ready to shatter.
Finally, he gets up, still hard and thick, and positions me so my back is on the bench.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer, feeling the hard length of him as he rests on my stomach, igniting every nerve.
“We can go easy.”
“I don’t think I want it easy,” I whisper, my voice sultry as I pull him in, wanting him now, wanting to feel all of him.
He leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss as he rubs himself against my opening, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through me.
The heat of the moment wraps around us like a cocoon, and I can’t think of anything else as he starts to press in.
We both gasp, our bodies stilling for a moment, adjusting to the sensation.
“God, you feel amazing,” he groans against my lips, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Oh, fuck, Colt. I can barely fit you.” The stretch is both exhilarating and overwhelming, and I bite my lip, my breath hitching as I try to accommodate him.
With each inch he pushes into me, I can feel the intensity building—my walls clenching around him, trying to adjust. It’s a delicious mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as I fight to take him fully, my body wanting more despite the fullness.
“Just breathe,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “You can do this.”
I nod, trying to relax, but my body responds instinctively, my hips bucking against him, trying to draw him deeper even as I struggle. “Colt…” I manage, the words spilling out between gasps.
“Just a little more,” he encourages, his hands gripping my hips, anchoring me as he moves deeper. Each thrust feels like a beautiful battle between pleasure and the challenge of accommodating him fully. It’s overwhelming, but my body craves every inch.
“Almost there,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re so tight, it’s driving me crazy.”
As he pushes in deeper, I feel a rush of satisfaction mixed with the thrill of being completely at his mercy. “Oh God,” I moan, the sensation intensifying as I feel him fill me completely. “I want more, Colt. Please.”
He begins to move, slow at first, drawing out the pleasure, teasing me with each thrust. The connection between us builds, tension crackling in the air, and I can feel myself rising to meet him, urging him to go deeper, to give me more.
“Just like that,” he growls. We find our rhythm together, and I can feel the heat building, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. The way his body moves against mine, the way he fills me completely is intoxicating.