34. Colt – “The true beauty of music is that it connects people. It carries a message, and we, the musicians, are the messengers.” — Roy Ayers
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Colt
“The true beauty of music is that it connects people. It carries a message, and we, the musicians, are the messengers.” — Roy Ayers
Damn her. Fuck it, I’m not stopping. She just had to push my buttons. Everything she said and did, she knew, would bring me to this. And I wanted her to. In the back of my mind, I always knew I had to have her. I grab her ass in my hands and drop her down on the bed. Blake’s bed. Tightness fills my chest as I remind myself she’s Blake’s. But I push the thought away and decide I’ll feel guilty tomorrow. She unlocks her legs and straddles me. Our lips never break contact. I love her mouth. It’s hot and sweet, and she teases me with that tongue, flicking and brushing in ways that drive me insane.
“I hated feeling like that?” She pants.
“Like what?” I run my hands all over her body, gripping and squeezing as she breathes over my mouth and grinds on me. Making me painfully hard.
“Less than,” She says. ”It’s how I always feel around them or the mere mention of my cousins.”
It takes me a moment to remember we were talking about Namoi. Slipping my hand up her shirt, I take her breasts in my palm, and she lets out a little gasp.
“Sweetheart, you are anything but less than.” I squeeze her full breasts in my hand. I groan at finally having her in my arms like this.
I bite her bottom lip in between kisses. “And believe me, if it were Josh we were discussing, I would be jealous too.” My cock swells, and God, I can’t stop touching her. I’ve been with hundreds of women, and none of them felt like her. She’s so damn beautiful. Her smooth skin and luscious curly hair. I know if I touched her pussy, she would be wet, and I’m fucking starved to taste her. She wasn’t wrong when she said a lot of NFL players didn’t like going down on a woman, let alone know where the clit was. A lot of them were selfish. I, on the other hand, loved it. I didn’t do it for every girl. In fact, I’ve only done it for a handful, but only because I had to be into the girl. I treated it like a sport when it came to that. I had to make the girl cum. I had to score the touchdown, or I wouldn’t stop until I did.
I pull her hair out of her face as she grinds on me, and we hold each other's eyes. Hers says everything I'm feeling, and we’re both falling faster than we can comprehend.
Damn it.
Shaking my head. I pump the brakes and ask, “What do you see in me?”
I wasn’t used to women like Abigail, women who had goals. I could keep a jersey chaser happy because it was simple, give them attention and shower them with gifts. But Abigail was brilliant, deep and liked to think and give her opinion.
“You have no idea, do you?” She cups my face, kissing me. “The day I found out you not only dated my cousin but were related to…” She trails off, not saying his name. She doesn’t need to.
“I felt so guilty because all I could think about was when I would see you again,” she confesses.
I sink into her mouth, kissing her long and deep as I wrap an arm around her body, pressing her into me. Curling my fingers around the silk at her hip, I feel the urge to bury myself inside her right now. But will I just end up being a famous fling she fucks?
Can we do this?
If it will end up being a hot summer fling, I better make it the best she's ever had.
I kiss her neck, nibbling up to her chin, running my thumbs over her hard little nipples.
“Colt,” she pleads. “You want to turn off the lights?” She says. Causing me to stop in my tracks. I stare down at her. Does she not know how fucking hot she is? I know she had a boyfriend before. Did he not make her feel the way she looks? Perfect?
“Baby, the only light I’m turning off is that red stop sign between us.”
She laughs into my chest, and the sound alone is addictive. I could listen to that light and airy sound for as long as I lived.
“What about condoms?” She says as I lean down. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
I smile. “In my room.”
“More than one, right?”
I smirk. This is going to be fun.
“Go get 'em,” she says.
I wrap my arms around her and take her with me. “I have a better idea.” She locks her ankles behind my back, and I carry her out of the room and down the hall, dropping her to her feet when we reach the stairs. She doesn’t stop kissing me the whole time, and I almost close my eyes with pleasure, because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this damn good. She will spoil me with her toxic, sweet nectar that no one will ever compare to after this. I place a finger over my lips, signing for her to be quiet as we tip-toe down the stairs, making sure not to wake up my mom. I grab her hand and lead her through the kitchen to the back door and into the apartment, separate from the house.
“We can be as loud as we want in here,” I tell her over my shoulder as she holds onto my hand. I lea her down the concrete path. We enter the room, and I kick the door shut behind us. We immediately go back to kissing each other as I push her down on the bed. When I pull away from her she protests.
“No.”
I back up towards the door, watching her. Finally, having her on my bed, I feel like I just won the fucking superbowl.
Reaching behind me, I lock the door and stare at her, the moonlight streaking between the windows' blinds, lighting her up. She’s sitting with her knees bent and her hands planted behind her. Propping herself up. Her lips are swollen from me biting them, and I’m already imagining her naked between my sheets.
“God, you’re so damn beautiful.”
A coy smile plays on her lips. “I’m really not.”
I arch a brow at her argument. “You are Abigail. But are you sweet, too?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I am a giver if that’s what you mean.”
Crossing back over to the bed, I lean over her and fists her panties in my hand. “You said us NFL players are idiots and couldn't find the clit if our lives depended on it.” I remind her.
“I didn’t say that.”
“In so many words,” I say
She drops her eyes, staring at my lips, and I know she wants it. Curious to see if I’m all talk.
“Besides, sweetheart, you haven’t been to one of my games.
“If you make me cum then I’ll watch you play every game.”
I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. My dick is fighting to be inside her now, but I ignore the urge as my dick tightens in my pants.
I have a game to play.
Tightening my hand around her panties, I yank them off. The fabric tears away, and I throw them across the room as she sucks in a breath. I take my shirt off and dive down, taking in her pretty pink pussy in my mouth.
“Colt,” she whimpers. Clutching my head to her body, we fall back on the bed. Jesus, I’m fucking high. I lied to myself for so long, telling myself I didn’t want her, but now that she's here and I’m having her, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Legs spread open on my bed, body begging for me. I suck on her clit first, stretching it into my mouth and going back in again and again, making her squirm and desperate to cum. I lick her up and down, swirling my tongue around her nub and getting drunk off of her scent. After only a minute, I lose control, and I’m kissing and nibbling her everywhere. I lift her thigh and grip a hand underneath her for support as I feed off of her. Her back arches off the bed as I flick her with my tongue. She moans, and I keep doing that until she’s panting so hard I know she’s ready to cum apart. I keep my head buried in between her legs until I feel her stomach start to shake, and then she sucks in a deep breath.
“Oh, Fuck.” She cries out as the orgasm takes hold, letting it go. And I tongue her, not stopping until she starts to calm down.
Her fingers thread through my hair, and I come up, hovering over her. I don’t know how to explain this tomorrow, but I don’t care. All I cared about was seeing that blissful smile on this girl's face. I wish I could be this happy—all the time. Even after we win a game, I don’t have the lightheartedness in my stomach I do now. I think when I got the news of Blake's death on the first game that I ever won in the NFL, victory desensitized me. Because every time, it would remind me of how alive I was and how dead he was. But right now, in this dark room behind my lakehouse, we don’t have to explain to anyone what this is or what is happening. We can just be. This moment is ours.
I climb off the bed and stand up.“Beginners luck,” she says. I smile as I start to unbuckle my belt. “Oh, you think I got lucky, huh?”
“Yeah,” she says in a schoolish girl's tone.
“Maybe a little, but it helps to read your mom's anatomy books when you were a horny teenager and she was studying to be a nurse.”
“Well, lucky me then.” Her eyelashes flutter as she stares up at me. I reach to the bedside of the table and pull a condom out of the box, rising again and staring down at her. Her legs are closed, one knee slightly arched up, and her hands at her sides fisting the comforter as she watches me. I can picture that small triangle between her legs where I she’s g listening from her own cum.
“You sure about this?” I ask her.
She nods. I slide off the rest of my clothes, standing up straight again. Opening up the package, I look down at her, but her eyes have lowered to something else. Her breathing has gone shallow. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. I’ve seen enough dicks in locker rooms to know that I was well above average. And with her tiny frame, I wonder if she’s ever been with someone my size. And I wasn’t talking about my height. But before I can ask her, she sits up and goes for my cock, taking it into her mouth. I groan and gasp at the same time. Her tongue is wet and hot as she draws back and sucks in the tip.
“Abigail, please.”
I fist the back of her hair, gently trying to pull her away. “It won’t take long to put me over the edge, and I want you to cum again.” Pushing her back on the bed. I come down on top of her, melting into her mouth and kissing her deeply. I nestle in between her legs. And she bends her knees up as she runs her nails down my back. Slipping my hand under her, I grip her ass and press our bodies together. The world was spinning, having her under me, skin on skin. My cock is so hard I can’t take it.
She’s mine. Leaning back on my knees, I roll on the condom, never taking my eyes off of her.
“I’m a little scared,” she says. I halt, not trying to squeeze my fist around my cock too hard.
“Scared?”
“What if I’m too loud and I wake up your mom? It’s not like you are—” her eyes drift down my stomach.
I exhale, relieved she’s not having second thoughts. I stroke my cock and come down on her again.
“Pull up your shirt, sweetheart. I want to see your tits jiggle as I fuck you hard.”
Her breath shakes, and an excited smile plays on her lips. She lifts her t-shirt, spreading her legs wide. She gasps as the tip finds her entrance like a magnet. I prop myself on one arm and lean down, nibbling her lips.
“Try and be quiet,” I whisper, teasing her. I don’t want to wake up, Mom.”
She laughs, kissing me back, and I can’t help but smile too. This is fun. Honestly, this was more fun than playing football right now. Racing down, I fit my tip at her entrance, and then I grab hold of her hip and thrust inside of her. Immediately overcome by the feel of her, my body starts shaking. She arches her neck back and closes her eyes, moaning, and her breasts bounce with the movement.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” She cries, biting her lip. “Colt!”
“I know. You feel good, too, baby.”
She clutches my waist, hanging on as I slowly pick up the pace. She’s no virgin, but she’s much smaller than me. Sinking deeper inside her, mesmerized by her body underneath me, I dip down, sucking on her breasts as she moans and whimpers. Coming back up, I kiss her mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. Thrusting faster and harder until the only thing I hear is our bodies coming together. Her moans fill the room, growing louder. I kiss her, muffling the noise in case my mom can hear. Her pussy comes apart, tightening around my cock as she orgasms. I look up and see us in the dresser mirror. I was turned on by the site of her legs around me. She follows my gaze, uneasiness flashing across her face. She leans up and grabs her shirt, about to pull it down over her stomach. But I stop her before she can cover up with her shirt.
“No, I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
I flip us over without another word so she’s on top. Her t-shirt falls over her breasts, and her hair falls over her shoulders in disarray.
“Ride me, sweetheart.”
She stares down for a second, and I grab her hips, encouraging her so I can feel her body move as she takes me. Her hips begin to move, rolling, her stomach waving, and her ass jetting in and out as she rides me.
“Look at you. Look how beautiful you are.” And she does. She looks up, and there’s a faint curve to her lips, telling me she likes what she sees in the mirror.
“You, Abigail. I want to be here with you.”
She looks back down at me, and the moonlight hitting her thick hair makes her look like a beautiful fallen angel. She puts her hand on her chest and begins to ride me faster.
“Yes,” She breathes out, and it’s as if she’s coming undone or falling into her comfortable shell. I’m not sure which one, but it’s breathtaking to watch. Her eyes fall closed as she rides my dick.
“Yes, God, Please,” she purrs.
I grab her ass and arch up, taking a nipple in my mouth. Sucking and tugging, then moving to the next one in a frenzy. She leans into me, never slowing her pace, and I can feel the sweat gliding down the small of her back. I suck in air in my teeth, my muscles tensing, and I’m close. I flip her back over, starving to be in control again, and her head falls at the side of the bed, too close to the bedside table. I grab the edge of it and whip it away, sending it toppling over the lamp and everything crashing to the floor. She giggles and kisses me, caught up in the madness of the moment, too.
“Don’t stop,” she pants.“Don’t stop, I’m going to cum again.”
I press my forehead to hers, and both of us are damn near hyperventilating as I thrust over and over again, trying to think of anything that won’t make me cum, but she feels too good, and I’m too fucking lost.
She screams a curse word and then says, “Right there.”
My muscles are burning, and my head is spinning, but I don’t break pace. I focus on the goal, making sure she cums. But more importantly, making sure she doesn’t forget.
“Ah,” she moans, her body tensing and breathing shaking. She falls silent, throws her head back and cries out.
“Colt, Fuck!”
I kiss her hard. Seeing her cum again is enough to send me over the edge. I thrust hard, squeezing my eyes shut and spilling inside her, and again, the orgasms rake through my body. White hot heat streams from my thighs, and my cock pulses, and everything about her is heaven, toxic, addicting. Everything about her feels like it’s the first time. I come down, resting my elbows on the side of her head, and smooth the hair from her face. She gazes up at me. Her face was flushed and shiny with a layer of sweat.
“Did you kiss Naomi, or…” she hesitates. “Do other stuff when you left tonight?”
A light laugh leaves me. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”She twists her lips in embarrassment, but she presses anyway. “Did you?”
“No,” I tell her. “I didn’t invite her; I was just using her as a distraction to forget about you and how much I wanted this. How much I wanted—you.” I kiss her, surprised that even though I’ve cum, I’m not done with her. Which is not like me. I couldn’t get the jersey chasers out fast enough after I was done getting sucked off, or we fucked. But with Abigail, I could stay here all night with her.
“What about you? Do you have any exes that will be popping up?” I trace a line between her breasts.
“No,” she says quickly. “He’s far away, in California. And unless he tries to get his car back, that’s not happening.”
“That’s his car you're driving?” I pop my head up at her,
“Well, technically, it’s both of ours, but I’m the primary, and he’s the secondary since his credit is next to none.”
“Remind me to pay off your car in the morning so we don’t have to worry about that.”
She swats my shoulder. “No way, I can’t let you do that.”
“Abigail. Don’t argue with me.”
She kisses my neck. “He certainly doesn’t have your mouth.”
I pull her back by the neck, kissing her long and hard. The damage is done. I’ll feel guilty tomorrow.