“Good. Great!” He lifted his hands as if it were settled. “Then let’s freaking fuck some more.”
I arched my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest. “Just like that?”
With a shrug, he asked, “Why not? What else is there to decide?”
Oh, everything, probably. But yeah, I didn’t care about that right now either. I had Colton here, naked and still willing in my bed, so I was taking advantage of him…er, of the situation.
Okay, of him too!
“Fine,” I answered, uncrossing my arm and motioning with my finger. “Lie on your back and put a new condom on.”
“What?” He straightened with surprise. “Like right now? I thought we were done for the day?”
“Oh, baby doll,” I told him in a low voice, repeating his words right back to him. “You’re not even close to being done yet.” Then I set my hand on his chest and pushed him back until he was lying just how I wanted him.
His eyes lit with pleasure and awe as I climbed onto his lap and straddled his thighs, hovering my pussy over his cock, which jerked with the knowledge that another round of sex was imminent. Since he hadn’t reached for protection yet, I grabbed the string of unused packages and tore one open.
Colton watched me the entire time, saying nothing, his gaze heated and alert. When I had him fully sheathed and my fingers were wrapped around the base of him where hot flesh pulsed within my grasp, he lifted his attention from his dick to my face.
“I’m the luckiest dumb shit on the planet right now, aren’t I?”
I sank down on him, and he gasped as his back bowed up and mouth gaped open. Once he was seated deep and I’d taken him all the way inside me, he swallowed and rasped. “Yes, yes I am.”
When I began to move, he gripped my waist and clenched his teeth. “Damn, you are so fucking spectacular. Tight, wet, beautiful. Christ…” His gaze swept over me, pausing on my bouncing breasts before falling to his lap, where he became fixated on the area where we were joined. I glanced down, and it was like a sensory overload. Watching his cock, slick with my juices, disappear repeatedly inside me was just…mmm.
A sharp quiver went up the insides of my thighs and I clenched my inner muscles around his length. He choked out his surprise and gripped my waist tighter.
“You did that on purpose.” He sounded so accusatory I shot my gaze to him only to
realize he was barely holding himself together and about to lose complete control. His face was flushed, eyes dilated, and a trail of sweat was dripping down his temple.
I grinned, loving how I could get him so worked up. “What? This?”
I squeezed around him again, and his lips curled back as he gritted his teeth. “Yes, dammit. Stop. I can’t hold back…oh, fuck it. If I’m coming, then so are you.” And he reached down between us to press his thumb to my clit, nudging it so I could feel the friction of his cock against it from the inside along with the movement of his finger on the outside. The double assault shot off a stream of electrical impulses that arced through me, shooting out the ends of my fingers and toes, my nipples, and all through my pussy.
I whimpered and clutched my breasts, gripping them to abate the searing sensation, while Colton heaved his hips up under me, thrusting his cock deep.
“Juli,” he gasped, and it was like some kind of desperate plea, begging me to come with him. The combination of my name on his tongue, the look in his eyes, and his dick and fingers massaging me set me off.
I let out a breath and came hard. And I swear the only thing that got me through it was staring into his eyes the entire time, watching him go off with me.
As soon as the most intense part had passed, he reached up, clutched the back of my neck and pulled me down until we were kissing. His mouth was warm and soft, and I sucked in his tongue as soon as he offered it.
It all felt so different. I was used to kissing beforehand to ramp up the arousal and lead into sex. But kissing afterward was…I don’t know, so much more personal. We shared breaths and touches, and it was all so strangely intimate. I felt more connected to him than I could remember being to anyone.
He eased me onto my side so I didn’t have to keep hovering over him, and he rolled onto his side so he could keep facing me and kissing me. Our mouths didn’t lose contact, but he came out of me, down there. And still, I continued to experience that same intense link.
Slipping his fingers over my cheekbone, he finally broke his lips away from me so he could run them along my jaw and down my neck.
“Thank you,” he murmured as he continued to worship my collarbone. “Thank you for not holding your orgasm back.”
I kind of felt like I should be the one thanking him for that. I was the one who’d benefited the most from it. But he pulled back to grin into my eyes. “So, same time tomorrow night, right?”
The question bothered me. It wasn’t because he assumed I’d want him again, or that he wanted me again. I liked that part and I did want more. But he made it seem as if he were done with me for the day, and I had wanted to keep doing exactly what we were doing. So I guess the question almost felt like a rejection or dismissal or something.
“I have to work tomorrow,” I said. When he opened his mouth, I added, “And the next night too.”
Unease filled his face as if he wasn’t sure if he should ask for more, so I said, “But I have Monday off.”