Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men 9)

He snorted. “With round one, yeah. Next time I plan to enjoy a couple more body parts along the way.” Then he hopped off the bed to remove his clothes as well as dispose of his condom. When he returned, he collapsed next to me on his side and grinned.

“So, hi,” he said, still a bit out of breath. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I answered, rolling toward him and running my hand up his chest, then grinning over the skin I’d caused to get all flushed and moist. “How was yours?”

“It’s looking up.” He gripped my shoulder when I pushed him onto his back and then leaned over him so I could trail kisses up his torso.

“Yeah,” I had to agree. “Things are definitely improving as the day progresses.” Moving my attention up until I was hovering over his face and grinning down at him, I spiked my fingers into his hair and kissed him flush on the mouth.

“Mmmph.” His surprise muffled through his throat until he kissed me back.

Our tongues tangled and fingers gripped. Flesh slipped against flesh until he rolled me onto my back and he was on top again. He caged my face in his hands and kissed me a moment longer before pulling back and pressing his lips briefly to my forehead. Then he gazed into my eyes as if seeing me for the first time.

“Um…not that I’m complaining, but Jesus Christ, baby doll. What the hell’s gotten into you tonight? I could’ve sworn there for a minute that you were actually glad to see me.”

I wrinkled my nose, dismissing that idea. “Of course not. I think you just made me momentarily soft with that stupid cuddling bullshit you forced me to take part in last time. I’m sure I’ll get it out of my system soon.”

His grin flashed. “In that case.” He hopped off me and turned me onto my side so we were spooning. “We need to restock more cuddling powers into you so you’ll stay like this longer.” Then he sighed and relaxed into me, caressing his leg up the back of mine and fitting his resting junk right up against my ass crack as his chest pressed into my back. “Yeah, that hits the spot, doesn’t it?”

Yes, it did.

“Hmm, it’s not awful,” I allowed as I clutched his arm and held him right where he was. “I may even allow cuddling into our arrangement if you don’t fuck anything up in the next few minutes. But I still fully plan to pay you back for making me laugh in class at the worst moment ever.” Except even as I warned that, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back to rest it against his shoulder, totally unable to be mad at him for anything.

“And I’m still looking forward to it,” he answered, his fingers trailing up from my waist until he was cupping my breasts. Then he was rolling the ends of my nipple under his thumb. Arousal pierced me. I pressed my butt more firmly against his lap and shifted my legs restlessly alongside his. His other hand snuck down and found my clit.

“Damn you,” I said with a gasp, unable to keep from arching my hips into his hand. “How do you always make me like whatever you do?”

“I think it’s because you like me.”

I shook my head, totally denying that notion. “Impossible.”

He chuckled. “I am so going to make you admit it,” he warned, rolling us until he was on his back and I was on my back too, but on top of him. We both faced the ceiling as he toyed with my breasts and pussy simultaneously. “But until then, I’m going to fuck you, just like this.”

I blinked, not sure how he was going to accomplish that. But he showed me by grabbing another condom and then tilting my hips after he was suited up and pushing into me from behind. I arched up my back, surprised by the entrance. He couldn’t go very deep from this angle, but with his fingers on my clit and nipples, it only felt like that much more of a tease.

The tension in me built quickly, needing more and not quite getting it. I arched on top of him, trying to contort my body so that he could go deeper, but it wasn’t enough.

“Dammit,” he finally exploded before he rolled us across the mattress. As soon as I found myself on my stomach with him behind me, Colton came up onto his knees and started to pound, deep and fast.

I cried out, grateful to finally be getting what I needed. Gripping the sheets, I pressed my face into the bed and ground my ass back, forcing him to the hilt, and then I was finally able to come like I’d been aching to.

His fingers bit into my hips as he slammed forward. With a roar of release, he followed me into oblivion.

Once his passion sated, he collapsed on top of me, smooshing me into my mattress, though surprisingly, it was comfortable.

“Admit it,” he whispered pleadingly, pressing his face against the back of my shoulder.

“Okay, maybe I like you,” I whispered back.

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I felt him smile in return.

“Are you staying the night?”

Colton glanced up from his textbook where he lay stretched out on the other side of my bed. “I don’t know. Am I?”

He’d stuck around after our two-timer, and somehow we’d ended up doing homework, of all things, on my bed together. For some reason, I hadn’t asked him to leave and he hadn’t suggested it. So for the longest time, we sat side by side, quietly studying with the occasional footsie game, until we both grew hungry. Then and only then did we leave the room—him to use the bathroom, me to make a plate full of cheese, crackers, and apple slices…oh, and Doritos along with a couple cans of pop. You know, survival food.