“I’d like that,” I admit as I drop down onto the bed, sitting on the soft mattress, and I lean in, lapping at the tip of him that’s shimmering. His flavor bursts on my tongue, musky, salty, and I stifle a giggle when I think he reminds me of a salted caramel ice cream pop.
I wrap my lips around his crown, sucking him into my mouth, deeper, and deeper, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. A moan of pleasure escapes his lips, and I can’t help but feel proud of the power I have over him in this moment. I hum gently, allowing the vibration to taunt him further.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth.” It’s a warning that sets my soul on fire. I look up at him from where I’m seated, and our gazes lock in a heated standoff.
I slowly pull my mouth off him and scoot back. Lying against the pillow, I open my legs and drop my hand between my thighs. My fingers tease my wetness. The corner of his mouth curls upward, a smirk dancing on his perfect mouth.
“Naughty little tease,” he growls as he crawls up the bed toward me. He’s on top of me, hovering over me like a looming predator about to steal my soul. He dips his head, his lips brushing mine. “Let me grab a condom because I’m about to fuck you into oblivion.” The promise is illicit, turning my stomach upside down with need.
21
Colton
She watches me as I sheath myself. Her body wet, needy; her lips are puffy and swollen. My mouth waters to taste her, but I’m ready to burst. Nestling between her thighs, I nudge her entrance, earning me a whimper of need from her mouth.
“Do it,” she urges, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Are you sure? Because once we do this, we can’t go back,” I assert. No, it’s a warning. The moment I sink into her, that’s it, she’s mine. Violet nods, biting her lower lip, and I roll my hips, inching into her gently, feeling how her heat wraps around my shaft.
“Oh fuck, Colton.” Violet moans my name, which only has me thrusting deeper, all the way to the hilt. Once I’m buried inside her, I can’t move. Her tightness, her warmth, everything holds me hostage as if I were owned by this beautiful woman with the strangely colored hair.
“You’re so fucking tight, love. If I move …”
Her eyes widen, and a mischievous smile tilts her lips upward at the corners. “If I move …?” she questions, rolling her hips, earning her a growl because I can’t focus on anything other than her body pulsing around me.
I pull out slowly, then slam back in. Again. And again. Her breath is knocked from her lungs, and I steal it in a kiss I devour. Violet’s nails rake down my back, digging in deep as she pulls me closer.
We move in sync. Our bodies are one. I’m lost in her flavor, in the way she holds me close. Her hardened nipples rub against my chest as the friction we create burns through me like a wildfire.
I can’t focus on anything other than the edge I’m nearing. A precipice of pleasure that shoots through every inch of me. Reaching between us, I tease my hand down her sides until I reach her clit. Gently circling it until Violet is clenching around my cock so hard, it’s as if her body is trying to suck the soul from me.
“Fuck,” I grunt at the same time Violet screams my name as her orgasm crashes through her like a wave cresting the shore. I can’t hold back, my hips thrusting wildly against hers. I find my release seconds later. With a few quick thrusts inside her, I slow all movement. My breaths are coming out heavy, my lungs pulling in deeply and expelling whispers of happiness with sated calmness.
“Colton.” Violet’s voice cracks through the darkness that’s overtaken me, the euphoria that stole me away from her for a few short moments. “That was good.”
Amusement vibrates through my chest. “Good?” I arch one brow at her in question. “Are you trying to tell me you weren’t the woman screaming my name seconds ago?” I challenge, noticing the flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes of the girl I’ve just lost myself to.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she teases once more, and I’m slipping from her body, snaking my way down her torso, kissing and licking, nipping at her smooth skin. By the time I’m at her pussy, I’m hungry.
Starving.
Pushing her thighs apart, I lap at her drenched core. Her juices drip over my tongue, the sweet, musky flavors bursting on my taste buds.
“Colton!” Her squeal doesn’t halt my movements at all. If anything, I only devour her faster, teasing her entrance, sucking on her clit, grazing it with my teeth until her thighs are trembling.
“Was that good, love?” I question from my place between her thighs. Her mouth opens to retort something I’m sure, but she doesn’t have a moment to think because I dip two fingers inside her, crooking them before biting down gently on the bundle of nerves that has her peaking once more.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, and pulling. Her voice is croaky as my name tumbles over her plump lips. I continue my ministrations, assaulting her sweet pussy until I see her thighs shake violently, and her walls pulses around the two fingers I have inside her.
I tease that spot deep within her body, causing her to tug at my hair painfully, but it’s worth every moment of seeing her shudder as she drenches me in an orgasm I’m sure is going to have her exhausted.
I’m licking my lips, my fingers, and reveling in her flavor when Violet looks at me again. Her eyes are shining with sated happiness. Plump lips still parted with soft breaths, and her body still trembles as she comes down from the high.
“Got something more to say?” I challenge as she watches me dispose of the condom in the bin sitting to the side of the nightstand. Once I’ve bound the bag, reminding myself to take it out when we leave, I notice the small smile on her lips.
“Not right now,” Violet whispers. “How long can we stay here?” she asks, rolling over, making her tits look even bigger than they are, and I have to focus on her eyes, or I’ll be hard again within minutes.
“As long as you want,” I reply. “My place is your place. I want you to feel at home.” I scoot under the covers, pulling them over both of us, and Violet rests in the crook of my arm. Her hair shimmers in the dim light. “Are you going to tell me why your day was so shit?”
She stiffens at my question for a moment before releasing a long breath, and I have a feeling she may not want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have asked, but if we’re going to do this relationship thing, then I need to know what’s going on with her. And I want honesty.
“Violet?” I whisper her name when she doesn’t say anything. Then she tips her head back to look up at me. Her eyes are wide as she regards me from where she looks comfortable on my chest. “You can tell me anything. You know that. Right?”
Another sigh. “I know. It’s just not easy to talk about and to fully understand, I need to talk about my past. I need you to know why I am the way I am.”
“I’m listening, only if you want to talk about it,” I assure her. “I’m not one to judge, but I can be a shoulder, and I can carry heavier than you can.”
Her lips tilt infinitesimally. “Growing up, I spent my time in the shadow of my sister. She’s older, thinner, more beautiful than I could ever imagine myself being.”