Colleen rose up and backward so she was standing on her knees, her fingers sliding through his hair and her arms wrapping around his neck as she bowed.
As he looked down her shirt from behind her head, her cleavage formed a cleft, and Tristan wanted to have her there, too. Her entire body was soft and yielding, attracting his hands and his skin and his tongue and his cock.
He fumbled unbuttoning her shorts but managed to slip the tiny disk through the hole.
Colleen stage-whispered, “What if they’re waiting down there for us?”
He growled against her shoulder, “Use your safewords if you want me to stop.”
“I wouldn’t want to keep them waiting,” Colleen said, grinding her butt against his cock through his pants.
Ah, his little was enjoying protesting today. This could be fun.
Tristan shoved her shorts and panties down to her knees and slid one hand down her stomach to press one finger between the lips of her pussy, and he squeezed her breast with his other hand. “They’ll wonder where we are,” he growled. “Maybe they’ll know. Maybe they’ll guess what I’m about to do to you. Maybe they’ll be horrified, thinking about how I’m going to take you with your face in the bed and your ass in the air, and you’ll scream when you come, and maybe they’ll hear you.”
She gasped with real horror, not kidding around anymore.
He took the occasion to slip one finger inside of her and run his thumb around her clit. She was already so slippery, so wet that his fingers and palm were drenched with her.
Excellent.
He ran his teeth over her trapezius muscle next to her neck, just hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise. “Maybe I’ll leave marks on you so they’ll know.”
When she stiffened at that thought, Tristan pulled his hands away and shoved her forward on the bed, grabbing her shorts and panties and dragging them off her feet. He stepped forward and used his knees to pry her legs apart whilst he unfastened his pants. “They’re probably waiting down there right now, wondering where we are, and they won’t know that you’re up here with me and I’m railing you from behind, watching your luscious ass.”
He grabbed a condom out of his nightstand drawer because they were in his house now, slapped it on, and leaned over her, running his cock through her folds and getting close to her ear as he whispered, “Tell me your safe words.”
“Red and yellow,” she whispered. “But I’m not saying them.”
He pushed her knees off the bed so that her feet were hanging over the side, and she essentially had no traction to be able to move away from him. “Good girl. I’m going to have you now. I’m going to bury my cock in you, and you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
He found her center and pressed himself in with slow, insistent pressure that he knew would make her feel small and helpless as he invaded her.
Colleen stretched under him, and his cock sank into her. Ripples of pleasure ran up the conduits in his body. “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Take it. Ah, that’s good.”
He closed his eyes as her wet softness surrounded his dick, pushing in farther until his hips were pressed against her ass.
She was panting, her ribs heaving, and he was all the way inside her.
He withdrew and pressed in again, working her. “Yeah, that’s it. Take it all. You’re my good girl, and I’ll take you any way I want.”
Her fingers curled on the bedspread.
“Say it,” he said, keeping the pace slow. “Tell me you’re my good girl.”
49
Bed
Colleen
Colleen lay facedown on the bed, panting because every time Tristan pushed into her, he filled her to the point where she could barely breathe. Her head spun with each shove into her, a deep pleasure and friction that encompassed her whole mind.
“Say it,” he said, his voice low in his throat like a threat. “Tell me you’re my good girl.”
She bit her lip and stretched her back as he stroked into her, a smooth undulation that ended with his hips pushing on her ass.
His hands moved up to her shoulders, holding her like he was screwing her whole body as he moved.
Tension spiraled inside her, tightening her.
“Say it,” he hissed beside her ear, leaning over her back as he pumped into her. “Say you’re my good girl.”
“Um—”
How could she say that when he was screwing her right there, from behind? She wasn’t good. She shouldn’t be doing this. But it felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop.
“Say it,” he insisted. “You’re my good girl. Such a good girl. You’re sexy as hell, lying there on the bed with your ass cheeks spread whilst I take you.”
When he’d pulled back, he ran his finger around where he was still inside her, and he used that slick finger to draw circles on her asshole.
New sensations coiled in her body and rushed to her head.
“Good girls take it in the ass,” he said, his touch firming on her butt. “But we’ll start with just this. I want to take your ass with my finger. Tell me a color.”
“Green,” Colleen panted, scared as heck.
“Good girl. Push back,” he said as the pressure on her asshole became harder and shoved into her there, too. “Good girl. Take it in the ass. Someday, I’ll take your ass and use a toy on you and have you two ways. I want to own every part of you. I’ll make you mine.”
His finger pushed down on his cock inside her, grinding it against her clit from the inside as he moved.
He was pushing and pulling his finger slowly, but his hips bucked into her sharply. “You’re my good girl, and you’ll do anything I want, won’t you? You want it, too, but you don’t dare admit it because you’re a good girl. You want me to ram your ass with my finger, and you want me to take you harder, don’t you?”
He was slamming into her pussy and penetrating her ass, and the sensations built, squeezed her inside, and she thought her body was going to rip itself apart. But she burst through, the pleasure rushing through her in a blast that twisted her back and swirled in her skull.
Wild bliss filled her and subsided slowly, like a tide leaving a beach over hours.
When her eyes fluttered open, Tristan was holding her, his arms wrapped around her. A towel was wrapped around one of his hands.
Colleen pressed her fist to her temple. “I think I died.”
He chuckled. “Probably not too much.”
“They’re going to be waiting for us.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the rest of the boat. “They’ll know.”
“Maybe.”
She started to struggle up, but Tristan pulled her back down. “Stay. Stay for just a minute.”
“But they’ll—”
“I don’t care.” He tucked her beside his body and draped her arm over his chest.
Colleen squeezed him and wrapped one of her legs around his.
That was how she felt him sigh.
It was a deep sigh, not a little Ah, like Isn’t that nice, but a deep, soul-level, “Oh.”
“Everything okay?” she asked from where she was crushed against his side.