Epilogue #2
She attempted to look at me over her shoulder. “You know what you do to me. You shouldn’t be surprised.”
I wasn’t.
When it came to her, I had the same need too.
I went over to the closet—a small space in the corner with a few shelves that housed the more personal items one would need in these rooms. I grabbed a few supplies and returned to the chair, letting my boxers fall to the floor.
“I just need a fucking taste.” I knelt on the chair behind her and arched my back so my tip was aimed at her pussy. “Yesss,” I hissed as I thrust all the way in, knowing my position headed me straight toward her G-spot.
“Colson!”
The way her heat wrapped around me as intensely as her tightness—I couldn’t mentally grasp it. Which caused my mind to be as lost as my body. My ears were filling with the sounds of our pleasure. My hands were consumed with her curves.
Each time I bucked forward, she met me. And when I reared back, she slid away.
She wasn’t just taking my dick. She was trying to make us both come.
I fed her a little more, pounding into her, pumping that urge even further through her body until my desire got near enough that I had to stop. But I didn’t stay buried. I vacated completely, pulsing from the nothingness that touched me.
As the edging forced my orgasm back, I growled, “And there’s three.”
She was panting.
Shaking.
Yelling, “Please! Colson, please!”
The set of supplies was beside me, and I reached for the condom, tearing off the corner of the metal packet and rolling the latex over me.
We’d stopped using rubbers a while ago. But for what I was about to do—given that I was pierced, which added far more risks for both of us—it was safer.
I picked up the bottle of lube and squirted some over my cock.
Just as I was adding some to my fingers, she said, “A condom. Lube. Does that mean …”
“That I’m about to fuck your ass? Yes.” I rubbed the jelly across her forbidden hole, watching it pucker from the contact.
“Are you going to be nice?”
This wasn’t our first time; therefore, the question was warranted. “Do you want me to be?”
“At first.” She smiled. “But only at first.”
My crown was aligned; all it would take was a slight bit of pressure, and I would be in. “Do you want to come, Sophie?”
Her whole body moved when she replied, “Yes.”
“Do you want to come while I’m fucking your ass?”
“Please.” When she got no response from me, she added, “Don’t make me wait.”
I would never get over the way her ass hugged me the moment I slid in. The way it contracted from the pressure, squeezing and loosening on repeat as she got used to me. Until that happened, I stayed right where I was, fully submerged.
It was one thing to fill her this way. It was another to have a bar of metal coming out from my tip and crown. If done correctly, she would feel an added pleasure that only a piercing could give her.
Lucky for her, I knew how to fuck.
She couldn’t use her hands to give me a signal. All she had was her voice and breathing, and I was aware of and listening to both. When I heard she was ready, I gave her just what she had asked for.
“Oh! My! God,” she gasped.
That was a response from her, but it could have come from me as well.
Because this was fucking unbelievable.
The lube helped with the slickness, but Sophie enjoyed this and was able to get wet on her own. As I drove through the mix of her and lubricant, not even the condom could prevent how good this felt.
I started off going deep, giving her every inch of my dick, twisting my hips several times before I pulled back.
Those thrusts were soft, like a tickle that eventually needed to be scratched.
And when that need tipped to the point of unbearable, that was when I picked up speed.
I still went in just as far, but I jerked upward and backward so quickly, and moans were pouring out of her.
“Don’t! Stop,” she ordered.
I wouldn’t.
Because I fucking couldn’t.
The only thing that would avert my orgasm from building was stillness, and I didn’t have that in me.
“Sophie!” I drew in some air, holding it in. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
I reached around her body and stroked her clit. It became harder the more I touched it, telling me everything I needed to know about what was happening inside her and how we were nearing the same place.
“Fuck, baby!” There was a churning in my balls, as though the waves were moving closer to shore. “I want you to come. Right fucking now.”
Almost immediately, a shudder expelled through her muscles, her navel, pussy, and ass, causing a trembling around my shaft.
“Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck yes, Colson!”
The blast shot across my sac and out my tip. With each push inside her, I emptied more cum into the condom, my movements weakening as my orgasm peaked.
“Ahhh.” I bent over her, resting against her hands and back, my face near her neck as I gave one final plunge. Moaning, “Baby,” when I was finally empty.
“That was …”
While she searched for words, I offered, “Only the beginning.”
“I was hoping you were going to say that.”
I huffed. “I fucking love you.”
“And I love you.”
I kissed the back of her neck, taking in her scent that was as perfect as she was for me. “Let me get rid of this condom and clean you up.” I gently pulled out of her ass. “And then I’m carrying you right back to that table.”
Hours later, after we got into the back seat of the SUV and Paul was driving us away from Lush, I reached into the center console and grabbed our phones, handing Sophie hers while I looked at the screen of mine.
There were two missed calls and a voicemail.
All from the same person.
I clicked Voicemail and held the phone to my ear.
“Colson!” My name was said in the most breathless tone. “I need your help! Right fucking now!”
As the message ended, I quickly looked at Sophie. My arm was around her, my hand tightening like a lock over her shoulder. When our stares connected, I shifted mine back to the call log. Both missed calls had come in ten minutes apart—each after one thirty in the morning.
It was now past two.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
I continued to look at the times as if they would offer some kind of answer.
They didn’t.
I shook my head. “No. I … don’t think so.”
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I don’t know, but Eden …” I swallowed, my throat tightening. Because I knew. Because I fucking felt it. “She’s not okay.”