38. Colt – “Why not just live in the moment, especially if it has a good beat?” ― Goldie Hawn
38
Colt
“Why not just live in the moment, especially if it has a good beat?” ― Goldie Hawn
“That was delicious!” Bodie says as he gets off the chair. I don’t know how she does it, but since our sexy time ended short, she made some healthy mac and cheese. I didn’t even know you could make mac and cheese healthy, but she blended carrots and cauliflower into the cheese sauce, and Bodie had no idea eating it all with the hamburgers I grilled out back.
“It certainly was,” I tell him.
“Did you tell Abigail thank you?”
“Thank you, Abigail.” Bodie walked over to Abigail, who was sitting on the couch.
“Ugh,” she groans, looking at something on her phone.
“What’s wrong, Abigail?”
“Hey bud, nothing.” She lets out a deep sigh. “Nothing important.”
“Mrs.Carol says when you are having a bad day, a hug always helps.” Bodie leans in, and hugs Abigail, and my heart nearly explodes. It’s like my future flashes before my eyes. I can see her in this moment, doing everyday life like this with me. Adrenaline shoots through my body, and the sensation of being unable to breathe overwhelms me as a foreign feeling enters my body. I stare at the backs of their heads as Bodie clings to Abigail.
“You are so sweet, Bodie. Thank you, this is just what I needed.” She kisses the top of his head, and I’m blown away by how natural it feels to watch them together.
When she pulls back, she stops midway, surprising herself, I’m sure. She must sense me because she looks over her shoulder and smiles. And the feeling I had a second ago shoots to my brain and the extremities of my fingers. What is this girl doing to me?
“Okay, bud, it’s time to get ready for bed.”
“Ugh, no movie tonight?”
“No, it’s already 8:00, and we still need to take a bath and brush your teeth.” And I’m dying to stick my dick in Abigail and finish what we started earlier.
“If you want me to read you two books tonight, then you got to get your butt to bed.”
“Ugh, okay.” He starts to pull away from Abigail, then turns around and says. “Abigail, would you read to me tonight?”
She stares at him for a second, taken aback by his question. “Y-Yeah, of course, as long as your dad is okay with it.”
She looks back at me.
“It’s okay with me,” I say, wiping a dish and putting it back in the cupboard with the other plates.
“But Dad will have to give me a bath because I have a penis, and girls have a vagina, and you can’t see my penis.”
Abigail snorts, and I can’t help but laugh along with her.
“Where did you hear about all this?” I ask him.
“At pee wee football camp. Some boy was making fun of one of Nolan’s sisters on the field when we were kicking balls because she said her dad still gives her baths and showers with her sometimes.”
I walk over to Bodie. Abigail and I exchange a look.
“And I told him to stop it because that wasn’t nice.”
“Who was the girl they were making fun of?” Abigail asks, concern written all over her face.
“Her name is Sabrina, she’s my friend. I felt bad for her because she looked sad, and I think she started to cry before the teacher saw what was happening.”
I made a mental note to say something to Nolan’s mom tomorrow at camp.
“That was sweet of you to step in, Bodie,” Abigail says, holding Bodie’s hand.
“Yeah, I like Sabrina and Nolan. My friends and I learned in school that we should never tease other kids.”
“That’s right. Unless they hit you, then you beat their-”
Abigail looks over Bodie’s shoulder and glares at me. I cough. “I meant you walk away. Violence is never the answer.”Abigail shakes her head as she fights off a smile.
“Alright, Bodie Bear, let's get some rest.”
“Do you want me to finish cleaning up?”
“No, I’ll do it,” I say over my shoulder as I follow Bodie up the stairs. “Besides, I want you to have some energy for later.”
Fire burns in her eyes, warming her cheeks. She’s so fucking cute when she blushes.
Abigail comes down the steps as I am wiping down the counters. I finished cleaning up the mess we made earlier. Her head is glued to the screen of her phone, not looking up.
“So annoying,” she says under her breath.
“Is there something wrong?” I place a hip on the edge of the kitchen counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
She sighed as she sat in one of the chairs facing the island across from me.
“No, I just don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“Social media. People. I mean, I bring valuable information to the table. I try to give all the knowledge I can not only from my education but also from my experience. Then you get people on here that talk with their damn mouth full, chewing and talking about nothing. Just their stupid day and get millions of views and followers.”
“Are you trying to be an influencer now?”
“No. Yeah. I mean, kind of. I’m still unsure if I want to go the psychologist route or dietician, and with how the world works these days, I would love to be a virtual dietician, but that means I need followers.”
Pretending I haven’t looked at her Instagram page, I sit beside her.
“Let me see.”
Her defenses rise immediately, snatching her phone off the table.
“Really?” I narrowed my eyes on her.
“Fine, she says, reluctantly handing me the phone. I skim through her phone and see that most of her videos are faceless, doing voice-overs as she prepped a meal or some workout video where you could barely see her face since she was far away.
“You’re limiting yourself because you aren’t showing your face. There are so many more ways you can be entertaining while educating your audience if you show your face.”
“Nope, uh huh.” She tries to grab her phone from my hand, but I hold it high from the opposite side of her.
“You love doing that, don’t you.”
“Kind of. It’s cute seeing you struggle.”
“Whatever,” she says, folding her arms over her chest. I watch her lips poke out as she pouts, and I have to hold back my laughter when an idea hits me.
“Stand up,” I tell her.
Her gaze darts to mine as she squishes her eyebrows in confusion.
“You heard me. Come on,” I tap her side, indicating to her to get off the chair. I place the phone against the fruit basket in the middle of the island and position it to sit upright. Remembering where her camera app was last time, I opened it up.
“What are you doing, Colt?”
“You’ll see. Alexa, play, Come and Get Your Love.” I say
Okay, I am playing “Come and Get Your Love by Redbone. I walk over and turn it down a little, making sure it doesn’t wake up Bodie. The music starts playing, and I sway my hips as I approach her.
Hail, Hail, Hail, what’s the matter with your head. Yeah.
Hail, (Hail), what’s the matter with your mind.
I bring a finger to my head as I grab her hand and start dancing with her. She giggles in my hold as we sway together.
“What are you doing?” She says through a laugh.
“Dancing. You like eighties music, right?”
“This is the seventies.”
“Close enough. Hang on, baby.”
I let go, and she glides on the floor, twirling in my hand as I bring her back.
And your sign, an-a, oh-oh-oh
Hail, Hail, nothin’ the matter with your head
Baby, find it, come on and find it
Hail with it, baby, ‘cause you’re fine
And you’re mine, and you look so divine.
We sway as the song plays. She’s full-on laughing now, and I’m smiling. My heart dances along with our feet as I pull her in closer, having her feel my erection. She’s so tiny, though I’m sure it’s hitting her stomach instead of her pelvis. I dip her, and she throws her head back.
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
When I bring her back up, our eyes lock, and I swear I see something I’ve never seen before dance in her eyes. Bliss? Confidence? She’s never had anyone make her feel beautiful, and if I had to spend the rest of my life proving to her that she was just that, then I’d die a happy man. Her laughter rang in my ears as we continued to dance to the music, me twirling her a few more times, dipping her as our feet moved like clockwork. We were musical conductors as we felt the rhythm within ourselves, making us unite as one. It’s the same way I felt when I was inside her too, and it scared the living shit out of me, but man, I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel alive at the same time. Giving me that adrenaline rush I craved on and off the field.w
I said a find it, find, go on, and love it if you like it, yeah
Hail (Hail), it’s our business if you want some, take some
Get it together, baby.
Come and get your love.
As the song played into the final chorus, I lifted her and placed her on the kitchen island. I loved how tiny she was. She was so easy to move around, like a football made for me.
She continues to giggle. When I place a hand inside her hair, gripping the back of her neck, her angelical laughter comes to a halt.
“So damn beautiful,” I tell her as I place a hand on her breasts, squeezing before running it down her torso across her body until I rub her clit. She whimpers.
“Colt,” She says, a little out of breath from our dancing session. I silence her with a kiss, taking her as if my life depended on it. My other hand reaches for her hair, cupping her whole head, deepening our kiss. I bit her lip gently before pulling back to look at her.
“You—you didn’t record that, did you?” She asks.
A light laugh rumbles from my chest as I dip my chin before lifting it to meet those hazel eyes.
“I dare you to post it,” I say as I dive back in, taking her again. My hands move from her hair down to her jean shorts as I unbutton them. Slipping a finger into her wet pussy, she moans against my lips, and that alone makes me want to cum in my sweatpants. Aching to set my dick free, our hands move into a frenzy, taking each other’s clothes off.
“We need to move into the apartment,” she says the second our lips part, which isn’t long. “Before,” she moans as I slide a finger into her tight pussy.
“Bodie-wakes-up.”
Cupping her ass, I pick her up and bring her over to the couch. Her shorts are down by her knees, so she can’t wrap her legs around me.
“Colt, what are you doing?” She says as I throw her on the couch.
“I fucking need you, now.” I tug at her shorts, but she stops me.
“Wait,” She says, pushing my chest against hers. Fire in her eyes as she lifts herself off the couch, turning me around with her hands pushing me against the sofa.
Damn, she’s pretty strong.
I plop on the couch, my dick hardening as these eyes burn through me like she is dying to get her mouth on my dick. She licks her lips before she climbs on me.
“I want to suck your cock, and I won’t stop until you cum in my mouth.”
My dick twitches at the sound of her innocent tone and sweet scent. She starts to take my sweats off me, and I lift off the couch briefly, making it easier for her.
Kneeling on her knees, with her bare pussy still exposed, my dick springs to life as her lips hover over my tip. Her hooded eyes are wide with excitement.
“Suck it, baby. Make me cum.”
Without another word, her warm mouth is on my dick, and I shutter from how good it feels. And I’m amazed at how she slowly takes me, inch by inch.
This girl is fucking amazing. She started sucking, not caring if she made a mess as her head bobbed up and down my shaft.
“Mmm, such a good girl,” I coo. I gently glide my hand in her hair, moving my hips a bit. I can’t help it. She’s so damn good at this. I’ve never wanted to cum this quickly from a blow job. It was one of Naomi’s complaints about our sex life. She said she got lockjaw from sucking me for so long. No girl liked doing it unless they were a pro since I didn’t cum quickly and I was above average in size. But with Abigail, I have to hold back just so this can last longer.
Honestly, it’s what I crave most from her, to let her walls down. To be in sync with one another. We’ll find each other in sex if that’s how I’ll catch her. She’s like a different person when she is having sex. Hopefully, the more we have sex, the more her walls will stay down, just like this.
“You were made to suck my dick sweetheart. So beautiful, So powerful.” Every word out of my mouth is to help lower her walls. I want to keep talking her through this, encouraging her, as if I’m in control, but we both know she is. She always has been. She grabs both my hips, taking me in deep. She’s choking, but somehow, she’s still taking me. Saliva dripped down the sides of her chin.
“Fuck, Abigail.” I feel myself losing control as my orgasm reaches the brink. She’s choking on me, not coming up for air until she takes all of me. Then as if she can feel me coming without me saying a word, she grips my ass and sucks me long and slow as I curse under my breath,
“Oh, F-,’ I can’t get the rest of the words out as my orgasm bursts through me. She brings a hand between my legs and cups my balls. That finishes me. I stifle my groan as I place a hand over my mouth, praying to God Bodie can’t hear us. Once she’s taken all of me down to every last drop, she pulls away, swiping the side of her lip, as I try to calm my breathing. She looks up at me with those damn hypnotic eyes and an accomplished grin on her lips.
I can’t believe I found her, my dream girl .
She was never supposed to be mine, but I can’t imagine her being with anyone else now.