Chapter 12 Sable
Sable
I’m stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around my body, hair dripping wet, when my phone starts dancing on the bathroom counter.
I turned the ringer down low, worried that if I kept it at the usual volume, it would wake everyone up within a three-mile radius.
I sleep through the loudest alarms and phone calls known to man, a plus when it comes to being a business owner.
I reach for my phone but think better of it since my water doesn’t usually mix with electronics. Instead, I hit the accept button when I see Colt’s name on the screen.
“Hey, you.” I reach for another towel, flip my head upside down, and wrap my wet locks in order not to drip any more water than necessary.
“Sable, fuck, the sound of your voice already has me aching.” I should be alarmed by how fast things seem to get heated between us, yet I’m not. I’m excited, elated, and full of desire at a moment’s notice when Colt is nearby.
“Then we should do something about that.” I press the video button.
Here I am, taking life by the balls and doing what most would think is the least expected of me.
But there’s something about Colt Barlow and how he makes me feel that makes me give him a chance even though it was unimaginable after the first time we met.
It has become something kind of like kismet.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The man is stretched out on his rumpled sheets, bare, looking warm, his body completely relaxed.
He has an arm behind his head, showing off the smooth lines of his muscular chest. The gentle rise and fall from his breathing makes my nipples tighten with desire.
I walk out of the bathroom while holding the phone out so he can see more of me instead of an up close and personal view of my face.
My bed is unmade from this morning, and when I crawl onto the soft plush mattress, landing on my back much of the same way Colt is, I let the towel loosen on purpose.
“And you, well, I don’t think I have enough words to convey what I’m thinking currently.
” Turnaround is fair play. My eyes continue their perusal of his body.
The soft light from the lamp cascades over him, catching on his shoulders and abdomen, highlighting his taut form.
His dark hair is messy and damp from what I’m assuming is his shower.
The light stubble along his jaw adds to his rugged appeal, and the look on his face…
His eyes are staring straight at me, lips relaxed. It’s intimate in the best way possible.
“Lose the towel, Sable. Show me.” My skin tingles at his words, and when I slowly open the towel, I slightly obscure the full view, only allowing him to see the inner curve of my breasts.
“And what will I get in return?” I tease, lightly caressing my smooth skin while holding the phone precariously.
“Anything you want.” He throws down an offer I can’t resist. The turban on top of my head loosens just as I open the white fabric further.
“I want to watch.” My hand cups my breast.
“Woman, don’t close your eyes, then.” Colt’s gruff voice carries through the room. When I do as he commands, he props up the phone, and I’m completely unprepared for the view I’m given.
“Holy fuck, Colt.” I roll my nipple before tugging on the turgid tip, feeling it all the way to my core. My thighs tighten, wetness coats them already, and we’re just getting started.
“Watch.” I do, especially when his hand travels the length of his sternum and the sheets rustle for a moment before I’m greeted with Colt wrapping his hand around his long and thick length. There’s no denying the man is gifted—he’s hot, he’s an amazing dad, and he’s very much well endowed.
“I am.” I’m looking off to the side a bit and come to the conclusion that I’ll most definitely need two hands. A quick maneuver of stacking a few pillows near my hip, turning to my side, abandoning the towel, and showing him all of me makes it all the better.
I keep a hand on my breast as the other travels down my abdomen.
I’m slowly strumming my clit while he works his cock up and down.
Precum gathers at the tip, causing me to lick my lips, and Colt takes notice.
“Fuck, I want that mouth on my dick, want to watch you swallow around it, as you suck it into your greedy mouth. And I want my hands on you, waking your velvet-smooth skin with each touch.”
“Colt.” My thighs clamp down on my hand, my palm rubbing firm circles along my clit as I work two fingers inside my heat.
I’m not going to last, and damn if that doesn’t suck.
And while this is amazing, it’s not the real thing, which makes me believe that even after we both climax, I’ll probably have to come one last time.
I really should have brought my toy from home.
It doesn’t compare in length and girth when it comes to Colt, but at least it’d help a girl out.
“Sable, want your eyes on me, woman.” His firm muscles flex and pull, and sweat dots at his temples from the exertion. He cups his balls while keeping his hand wrapped around his length. Each tug has me fluttering my fingers back and forth, wanting to desperately come along with him.
“I’m so close. God, I wish you were here with me.”
“Fucking same, but until that happens, this is the next best thing. Can’t wait to hear you moan my name when you come.
It’s going to be music to my ears and what I replay every time I need to use my hand to get off.
” Colt talking only gets me hotter. My body quivers, shaking with each pulse of my fingers.
I’m on a sensation overload in the best way possible.
“Colt,” I moan, eyes shuttering as my orgasm takes hold.
“Christ, that’s a pretty sight.” His voice echoes through the room.
It’s probably not as loud as I think it is, especially with how heightened my senses are right about now.
I keep working my fingers, sliding in and out, fluttering them back and forth, the palm of my hand rubbing my clit.
My orgasm lasts longer than ever before.
“There are those pretty eyes. I’m about to come all over myself.
Never in my life have I wanted to say fuck it, put my clothes back on, and drive like a bat out of hell to bury myself between your pretty thighs, Sable. ”
“Oh fuck,” I say when my eyes fully open. I’m slick with sweat and only blazing hotter when I watch Colt’s abs ripple. He pulls his hand off his cock at the last second, grunting my name as each thick rope of come coats his skin.
“That’s what we’re going to do. Very fucking soon.” How he’s able to form words as quickly as he does is beyond me. I’m still in a lust-induced haze and see no signs of leaving it any time soon.
“Yes, please.” I’m still sensitive between my legs, but that doesn’t stop me from slowly gliding in and out.
“Again?” Colt notices immediately, and he goes back to holding his length, which shows no signs of settling down, either.
“I’m game if you are.”
“Hell yeah.” The next time we come, it’s with a slower build-up and just as hot. It also leaves me wanting more and counting down the hours until I’m in his presence again. And it’s clear as day when Colt speaks the words into existence that he feels exactly the same way.