Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men 9)

He lifted an eyebrow. “Good with it?”

I rolled my head. “Great with it. Whatever,” I corrected. Damn picky man. He should know how amazing he was just by my total inability to move right now. “I don’t want to be on top anymore, either. Too tired to move.”

When I yawned, he sniffed and shook his head. “So, now that you’re done, I’m just supposed to use your body however I like to get myself off?”

I frowned. Yeah, that didn’t sound so cool. When I realized that’s what I’d basically meant, I frowned even harder. Why the hell had I even suggested such a thing?

“Oh, baby doll,” he murmured as the back of one of his fingers stroked gently down my cheek. “You’re not even close to being done yet.”

And just like that, I sparked back to life. He must’ve known because the fucker grinned. Which only made me scowl. “And what makes you so special to go deciding reactions in my body?”

Chuckling, he climbed off the bed. “Because you’re not the type to go down after one punch. You always pop right back up, swinging and snarling.” He seemed to love that detail about me, too, as he stripped his jeans down his thighs and then tugged off his Jockey shorts.

My gaze followed every move until he was standing before me buck-ass naked. My attention zeroed in on his cock jutting out proud and erect. The droplet of precum made me lick my lips and squeeze my thighs together, wanting him to rub it against me, mixing our juices together before he pounded into me hard and fast.

Colton covered it with a condom and I almost whimpered out a protest at the loss of seeing all of it. Then he wrapped his hand around the whole thing and stroked it once as if to make sure everything was securely in place.

He glanced up. When our gazes clashed, I knew he knew I wanted him again. But he was right. I couldn’t stop fighting.

I opened my legs to him and taunted, “Well, if you really think that little thing can spark me back to life, you’re welcome to try.”

He laughed and grasped my ankles before dragging me to the edge of the bed. Then he hooked each of his arms under my knees and lifted my hips off the mattress so my pussy could line up with his cock while he remained standing on the floor.

Grinning, he lifted an eyebrow and said, “Little, huh?”

Then he thrust inside me. All the way to the hilt with no resistance whatsoever from my body.

I gasped and bowed up, absorbing the encompassing invasion. “Holy…fuck,” I choked out. “Fuck.” He felt huge inside me from this angle, stretching and pressing at things I’d never felt stretched before.

“Still feel little?” he asked, mocking.

“Damn you,” I moaned, unable to thrust back against him because he was holding my legs hostage and controlling every little movement.

“Oh, sorry,” he murmured. “You wanted it hard and fast, right?”

I gave another sound of protest, almost fearing what would happen if he gave me what I actually wanted.

Then he retracted his hips and slammed back into me. It felt so good, I cried out, physically sobbing as he fucked me without mercy, repeatedly pounding in and pulling out.

I stretched out my arms and gripped the sheets under me, absorbing every blow right where I felt it the most.

“Colton…Colton,” I begged, already ready to come again.

“Shit,” he muttered, looking frantic. He began to fuck me across the mattress, thrusting me further up the bed so he could climb onto the sheets with me. Without losing his rhythm, he lowered himself on top of me until we lay flush together, chest to chest. Then he looked me directly in the eye and admitted, “I can’t last much longer.”

I kissed him and forked my fingers through his hair, gripping two handfuls as I merged my mouth with his. It was the last little impetus I needed to send me over the edge. Hooking my legs around his waist, I screamed out another orgasm.

He jerked unsteadily, then thrust deep before holding himself tight inside me as he came too. We clutched each other. I buried my face in his neck and he buried his in mine. My fingers clutched his hair while his arms wrapped around me and tethered us together.

We settled at the same time, breathing hard and still holding the other for dear life. Finally, he blew out a breath and lifted his face from my neck to press his forehead to mine. Then the cocky bastard said, “Okay, now you’re done.”

I slugged the side of his arm without any heat. He grinned, kissed my cheek, and rolled off me so that we were lying side by side and staring up at the ceiling together, with

most likely matching expressions of dazed shock.

But seriously, that had been…I don’t even know. Just unreal. Unheard of. And totally unforeseen.

I’d been hoping for a nice satisfying screw. But this…this had blown everything I thought I’d ever known about sex completely out of the water.