Colt (9 page)

I still can’t quite believe we’re actually
here
– finally. Here in my hotel room. Here with
Stacey
. And it seems like she’s just as into this as I am. I feel her shiver beneath me, moaning gently as I flick my tongue against her skin, while I let my hand stray between her legs, slowly working it up the silky-smooth skin of her inside thigh, before my fingertips finally touch against the fabric of her panties.

Any moment I think she’s gonna tell me to stop – to say that this was a bad idea, that she’s changed her mind. But instead, she presses herself even closer against me, her kiss becoming more urgent as I stroke her swollen cleft through the silk of her panties. I can feel a burning heat through them. She’s obviously
just
as turned on as me. And as I work my fingers up and down over the warm mound of her pussy, I begin to feel her wetness too, seeping through the fabric, as she trembles beneath me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her eyes closed, her pretty lips parted as she sighs and moans.

“Oh Colt,” she murmurs, her voice trembling, like a whole wave of feelings and emotions are flooding through her right now.

And in response, I find myself doing something I don’t normally do. Before I know it, I’ve dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, right there between her legs.

Our eyes lock and I can tell she wants this just as much as me, but she’s nervous too, shooting me a shy, embarrassed smile, blowing a few strands of hair from her face, propped up on her elbows, her chest heaving now from her heavy breathing, the skin of her neck and chest flushed a delicate pink, her hard nipples straining against the dark blue fabric of her dress, as if begging me to suck on them.

But I turn my attention once more to that place between her legs, reaching up to hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties then pulling them quickly down her thighs, causing her to gasp.

Fuck
.
I’ve wanted this girl for so long ...

I cup her ass, pulling her closer to me as I push my mouth towards her hot wetness, feeling her shiver again as I lap at her with my tongue.

She’s so fucking sweet. Sweet and wet. Just like I’ve imagined she would be, so many times ...

As I work my tongue in circles around her clit, I bring my fingers to her opening working first one then two so easily inside her, enjoying the soft sound of her moans as she bucks her hips, urging me deeper inside her. I can feel her clit growing too, and I suck it right between my lips, causing her to cry out in a long low moan, trembling, like she’s right on the brink of letting go.

Come for me, Stacey ...

“Please, Colt,” she moans. “I need you inside me …
Please
…”

And this is all the encouragement I need.

In a flash I’m back on my feet, tugging open my pants, my meaty cock springing free — so fucking hard and ready for her.

I can’t help but smile, my stomach flashing with excitement as I realize all over again just what we’re about to do.

I unbutton my shirt, then step out of my pants and briefs, feeling her hungry eyes travel my naked body: taking in my toned physique, my tattoos, and of course my cock. Her eyes widen when she sets eyes on it, as if she’s having a moment’s doubt, wondering how something so huge could possibly fit inside her.

Before she can change her mind, I quickly turn to the drawer nearest the bed, pulling out a package of extra large condoms and tearing one open with my teeth, slipping the thin translucent rubber down over my thick, throbbing, rock-hard cock, while she waits for me, legs spread, dress pushed up around her waist, eyes smoldering, sprawled out on my bed.

“Take off your dress,” I growl as I turn back to her. “I want to see you. I want to see
all
of you.”

She does just as I ask, pulling the simple blue dress up over her head, then throwing it to the floor. She reaches behind her back, her trembling fingers unclasping her bra then letting it fall free, finally uncovering her beautiful tits. Fuck. They’re just as perfect as I imagined. Her nipples are small and rock hard, pointing up at me, and I feel my cock twitch as I imagine what it will be like to take them between my lips.

She shuffles backwards a little way on the bed, then lies back on the pillows, offering herself to me.

I climb over her on the bed, kissing her again as I reach down and guide myself between her legs, feeling the head of my cock begin to press against her tight opening.

She moans into my mouth, spreading her legs wider, pushing her hips up towards me, and then she shivers as I finally slip a little way inside her. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so big or because she’s really fucking tight, but this feels totally fucking
amazing
and I can’t help but moan too, thrusting myself further and deeper inside her, feeling her slender body tremble beneath me.

She cries out as I drive the rest of my girth hard inside her, my mouth finally moving to her left breast, taking that deliciously hard nipple between my lips and teasing it with my tongue, causing her to moan again.

Then I reach between her legs, grazing her clit with my fingertips while I begin to fuck her in slow, sensual movements, each fresh thrust causing her to moan and shiver more than the last. Part of me just wants to tear her apart, but instead for some reason I keep it slow, savoring the way she trembles each time I guide myself deep inside her.

Her hands move to my ass, urging me to fuck her faster and harder, and who am I to resist such a delicious invitation, driving myself so fucking deep into her, faster, faster, working her up into a state of shivering ecstasy beneath me.

All of a sudden, I feel her shudder and she lets out a cry, wrapping her arms and legs so tight around me as she comes, her lips pressing urgently against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth, pushing me right over the edge too. With a final thrust, I feel myself explode inside her, both of us gasping, lost in our own pleasure as if the rest of the world has stopped still for a moment.

We fall backwards onto the sheets afterwards, still catching our breath.

I turn to her, feeling a surprising tenderness fill me as I look at her: so beautiful, so vulnerable, so
pure
.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs, stroking my face, her eyes full of tenderness and warmth.

But of course, I don’t dare tell her the truth – that I’m fucking
terrified
about what’s going to happen between us in the future, and that I’m already thinking of a million things I can do to push her away from me, to break her heart, to stop myself from falling for her. I mean, how the hell could I tell her all
that
?

“Nothing,” I whisper instead, tracing her delicate jawline with my fingers, turning her face towards mine, already feeling my cock beginning to swell again between my thighs, my whole body so eager for more of her.

Fuck it.

I’ll figure out what I’m going to do tomorrow
...

For a moment when I wake up, I don’t know where I am. Then I remember, as the events of last night come crashing through my mind.

Did that even happen?
I wonder.
Or did I just dream it? Like I’ve dreamt it so many times before.

But as if in answer, I feel Colt stir beside me, his body so large and firm next to mine, giving off a subtle heat beneath the sheets. He turns onto his side, to face me, his eyes opening, a soft smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“Hey,” he murmurs, still sleepy.

And I answer him not with words but with a kiss, feeling the excitement flooding my body all over again, just like it did last night when he finally took me – when we finally made love, and it was even more amazing than I ever imagined it might be.

I push myself against him, feeling that hot ache between my legs as his muscular thigh brushes against my clit, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hands moving into my hair.

I slide my own hand down beneath the crisp white covers, over his taut, muscular stomach, over the cropped fuzz of his pubic hair, my eager fingers finally slipping around his cock which is half-hard but begins to stiffen almost immediately at my touch.

God, it feels so delicious. He groans softly as I begin to stroke him, and I shiver, enjoying feeling him grow bigger and harder with each movement of my hand.

And as I’m stroking him, an idea flashes into my head – a brand new way that I want to enjoy him, something I’ve never dared do before ...

I pull away from the kiss and begin to lower my face down towards his lap, throwing my leg over him too, pushing myself back towards him.

He quickly understands what I’m suggesting, and with a shiver of delight and anticipation, I feel his hands urging me even further backwards, pulling me right back towards his face.

I let out a small involuntary sigh as his tongue touches lightly against my clit, lapping my tender button, sending fresh electric trembles right the way through my slender frame.

And as I grind myself even further back against him, his tongue working me in delicious circles now, I focus once more on his gorgeous cock, taking him eagerly in my mouth, as much as I’m able, feeling him grow even harder, sucking him rhythmically, working my lips up and down his hot hard shaft, overcome by the sensations of pleasure shivering through me.

I gasp again, as Colt works his tongue deep inside me, his hands moving to my buttocks, urging me to ride his face. And as I do, I suck him harder and faster, realizing that he’s growing so big in my mouth he can’t be far away.

With a final shivery gasp, I come hard against his face, his tongue once more lapping wildly at my clit, and a moment later Colt explodes too, flooding my mouth with creamy, salty warmth. I gulp him back, my own pleasure still shooting around my body in sharp electric flashes.

Afterwards, I’m flushed and trembling, not to mention a tiny bit embarrassed, too. I mean, that is
not
something I normally ever do. But with him, then? Well it just felt so damn
right.
Like my body was making the decisions for me.

I climb off him, and snuggle back down next to him in bed, leaning in to give him a tender happy kiss, but all of a sudden he pulls away from me.

Wait ... what?

“Listen,” he says, a new coldness entering his voice. “That was fun and all, Stacey. Like
really
fun, but it’s getting late and I’ve got a pretty busy day ahead of me.”

“Oh, sure,” I reply, trying to sound totally cool and fine.

But I can’t help it; all of a sudden it’s all I can do to fight back the hot sting of tears.

What the fuck?
I want to scream.

But instead I just stay silent.

“Yeah,” he continues, pushing himself out of bed, like he can’t get away from me quick enough. “Thing is, I’ve got meetings all day, so I’d better get ready ...”

And with that he struts towards the en-suite bathroom, not even turning to give me a final look before the door slams closed.

I lie back in the bed, here in his
hotel suite, suddenly feeling so unwelcome and lost and confused. As I hear the shower hiss on, I quickly jump out of bed and start throwing on my clothes, knowing that all I want to do right now is get the fuck out of here.

And it’s only as I’m letting myself out into the corridor again that I realize: today is Saturday. All that stuff about a ‘busy day full of meetings’ is obviously just total bullshit. He simply wanted to get the hell away from me, as soon as possible. To run as far as he could. But he just didn’t have the guts to tell me the truth, did he?

What an asshole ...