Thirty | Harlow
My chest rises and falls, my body sinking deeper into the mattress as the high from my orgasm starts to fade, bringing me back down to earth.
Colson hovers over me, his features pulled into a wicked smirk that tells me I’m fucked.
Literally.
The heat from his tongue and mouth, all over my body, has thawed the cold in my bones.
Why didn’t I fold sooner?
I could’ve let him have his way with me weeks ago when he so clearly wanted to.
The moment Colson claimed my mouth with his at the event in Salt Lake City, he implanted himself in all the places I told myself I’d never let him touch, when he’s already affected me in so many other ways.
He’s comfortably settled there, consuming nearly every thought in my head until the moments I wasn’t with him felt more wrong than giving in to the temptation to sleep with the man who was the flame to my match. The one who has kept me burning.
Fighting.
Colson Payne has always been the spark to my competitive spirit, and it shouldn’t feel this good to let him burst my body into flames I can’t control.
He crawls off the bed, and I lift my head to watch, my hands pulling at the lasso binding me to the bedframe. It’s kinky as hell, and though my wrists will probably have rope burn after this, I’ll wear those red marks decorating my skin with pride.
Colson reaches for the hem of his damp T-shirt and lifts it over his strong frame, keeping his eyes fixed on mine as it falls to the floor.
He grasps onto his belt, those thick, talented fingers that just explored my pussy, popping the button with expertise.
He peels his jeans off with his boxers and steps out of them, my eyes widening at the size of his cock jutting free.
I always thought he was one of those guys with an ego bigger than his dick, but I was wrong.
So, so wrong.
He crawls back onto the bed, settling between my legs as he lazily pumps himself from base to tip while I admire the vein on the underside of his shaft. He swipes the pad of his thumb through the bead of precum leaking from his tip, my gaze hungrily following his movements.
When he catches me staring, he leans over, dragging his thumb over my lips. My tongue darts out, swiping his thumb clean in one fluid stroke so his flavor can linger on my tongue. Mumbling curses under his breath, he takes his wet thumb, pressing it to my clit as he works his dick.
This is really about to happen.
Colson Payne is about to ruin all other men for me.
He was right, my vibrator just became a useless device. Because no matter how many times I try to reposition it between my legs, it will never feel like that.
Like him.
The thought catches my breath, halfway between my heart and my head.
He notices and smiles. “I’ve never seen you this nervous. It’s making me harder.”
“Great,” I tease flatly. “Then it definitely won’t fit.”
Lowering his body over mine, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Good. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of stretching you to take me.”
I groan, deep in my throat. “I’m not going to last long if you keep talking like that.” And he’s not even inside me yet.
He pumps his cock trapped between his stomach and mine, the brush of his hand working himself, eliciting a chain reaction of sparks sizzling over my skin.
A lock of hair flops onto his forehead when he gives me a lopsided grin, my tied hands itching to sweep it from his stupidly stunning face.
“That’s the point, dust bunny. You’re so beautiful when you come, so why would I stop you and subject us both to that form of torture when I can have you coming on my cock all night? ”
What kind of deal did this man make with the devil to get a mouth like this?
His tongue is magic. His voice could have a nun dropping to their knees—not to pray. And his soft lips feel like heaven against my skin that has finally thawed, along with something else that I can’t name.
Colson drags his nose across my jaw before nipping at the skin on my neck below my ear. I roll my hips up into his needily, my patience wearing thin.
He lines himself up at my entrance, darkly chuckling into my skin. “So needy.” He thrusts forward, the head of his cock slipping inside me easily, with how wet I am. His focus is on my center as he takes his time, letting my body adjust to his size.
My confined hands tighten into fists as he slowly fills me, inch by hardened inch. I gasp in response to how right this feels, he feels, claiming me in this way. His eyes flit over my face, studying my reaction while he takes his sweet time stretching me around his length.
His head lifts to watch me as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. I want to see where we’re connected, where he’s filling, but the desire in his turquoise eyes is erotic on its own. When Colson withdraws and slams his hips forward, my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
His name escapes in a ragged exhale. “Colson—”
“Fuck.” I swear I feel him thicken further as his momentum finds a steady pace that tightens the string in my lower belly.
“How does it feel to know that the line you drew between us with this rope is binding you to my bed while I fuck you? Hmm?” He hums under his breath in a way that sends the low vibration straight to my clit.
His thrusts are steady, the sound of him pounding my body into submission blending with my ragged breaths.
He slides an arm under the back of my neck, gently lifting my head to let me watch where we connect perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle that shouldn’t fit, but somehow do. My arousal coats his thick cock as he pulls out and slams forward, letting me watch him completely disappear inside me.
“Look at how well you take me.” His praise has my walls tightening, building that pressure that’s bound to release at any moment. “Tell me you wanted me weeks ago. Tell me that you wanted me to kiss you—” He’s as breathless as I am. “That you wanted me to fill this beautiful cunt with my cock.”
The words get caught in my throat when he hits that spot that has dots peppering my vision. “I wanted you.”
“When you tell me the truth, you get rewarded. I can feel that you’re almost there, so be a good girl and come for me. Show me how much you love being bound to my bed like the dirty little slut we know you both are.”
I moan. If he loves it when I come undone, I’ll do it as many times as I can to drive him as crazy as he drives me.
I spread my thighs further to take him deeper, and it only takes a few heartbeats before my pussy is clenching around him.
I’m being sucked into that black hole that I know I’m going to keep crawling out of just to get sucked back into it as many times as my body will allow.
I come with him inside me, so hard that the sound that emerges past my lips is completely uncontrollable.
He slows his movement, as if he’s memorizing the feeling of my walls contracting around him.
“Yes. Just like that,” he encourages, sliding his hands up my abdomen.
Colson brackets his fingers right below my breasts, stopping to give me a moment to catch my breath.
“I bet you can do better, though. Give me another.”
My head swims with pleasure coming down from my orgasm, and I shake my head lazily. Three times is pushing it. If I go a third, I will probably pass out, knowing how hard this last one hit.
He grips one of my ankles, propping it on his shoulder to give him an entirely new angle that steals my breath at the new spot the head of his dick is hitting.
“Backing down from my challenge, dust bunny? That’s so unlike you.
If I knew fucking you would make you submissive, I would’ve done it sooner. ”
I’m wound so tight, I don’t think oxygen is reaching my lungs. “You were the one groveling, cowboy. You love that you can’t tame me.”
His mouth quirks before he spits, letting it hit my clit before he thrusts in again. His fingers lock on my sensitive bundle of nerves, tightening every muscle in my body. “You’re right, baby, so put me in my place and come again like your pussy was made to choke my cock.”
My eyes flutter shut. “Oh, shit.”
His dark chuckle winds me tighter. “By the way your cunt is gripping me already, I don’t think you’ll have a choice.” His chest rumbles with a laugh, so low and deep that it shakes my bones. “You’re sucking me in, like you want to keep me there until I give your greedy little pussy what it wants.”
Each expert stroke of his fingers is like a blade slicing through the rope of tension tightening inside me, fraying it until I’m barely hanging on.
“Colson, I’m coming.” My admission has his hand tightening on my thigh to drive himself deeper.
My climax peaks, everything inside me snapping as the coil of pleasure unravels.
“Fuckkk.” His voice drifts further into the void as I float into a space I’ve never witnessed.
Thick, all-consuming darkness blankets my vision, my body vibrating from the aftershocks. I slump into the mattress while he pulls out, and hot, wet ribbons fan across my stomach.
I don’t know how much time passes, but it’s not long before my hands are released from their confinement and something warm glides across my abdomen. My body is gently moved, a wave of soft warmth washing over me, enveloping me in his unique, rustic, and spiced scent.
It’s comfort.
Each inhale and exhale, drag me into the depths. The last thing I remember is strong, muscular arms pulling me close as my breathing evens out, and sleep consumes me.