Taken By Him (Obsessed With Him, Book Four) (5 page)

I had Declan now.
 

I didn’t need Colt, had never needed him.

He was nothing to me.

My brain laid out the logic in front of me, but
my heart argued.
 
I was angry and
hurt, the two emotions colliding together and creating a hurricane that
threated to sweep me up in its wake.

I needed to get out of there.

I needed to cut.

“Olivia,” Colt said.
 
“Olivia, wait.”

I was closer to the door than he was, but he
was faster.
 
He got there first,
blocking my way.

“Move,” I said.

“Olivia, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

He stayed silent.
 

“Out of my way,” I said.
 
I pushed by him, but he grabbed my
shoulders.

“Where are you going?” he demanded.

“I’m leaving.”

“To go where?”

“Away from you.”

“No.” He shook his head and then his hands were
on my face.
 
“You’re not going.
 
I won’t let you.”

I looked up at him, and I couldn’t figure out
what the hell was burning inside of me, what this was that I was feeling.
 
He was so confusing, hot and cold, one
minute teasing me, the next minute looking like he wanted to kiss me, the next
acting like such an asshole that I couldn’t even stand to be around him.

And yet, the whole time, ever since I’d met
him, had been this need, simmering beneath the surface.
 
Lust, desire,
the
need for him to take my body and use it for whatever he wanted.

I took in a breath and my hands balled into
fists at my side.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Colt
said.
 
“If you hurt yourself because
of me, it would kill me.”

“Then stop pushing me,” I said.
 
“Stop tormenting me, stop teasing
me.
 
You’re causing all these things
inside of me, Colt, and the only way I know how to handle it, to stop from
feeling it, is to cut.”

“Then don’t fight it.
 
Feel it.”

“I can’t.
 
I need to…. I need a release from it.”

His eyes blazed and he reached out and shut the
door behind him.
 
He turned the
lock, the clicking noise echoing through the room.

  
“Then let me be your release,” he breathed, and suddenly his body was
pressed against mine, turning me around so that my back was up against the
door, trapping me.

He took my hands in
his,
pushed them up over my head and then his mouth collided with mine.
 
His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming
me, and I had that familiar feeling I had whenever he was close to me, the
feeling of being pushed over an edge, of losing control of everything, of
soaring through the air.
 
My legs
went weak as he kissed me, my heart thrumming against my ribs.

His hand slid down the side of my body, his
fingers skimming over the side of my breast.
 
He found the bottom of my shirt and
slipped his hand up under it, his fingers blazing a searing trail over the
small of my back.

His pelvis ground against mine, and I could
feel him, hard through the jeans he was wearing, and as his hard dick pushed
against my pussy, a tiny little moan escaped my lips.

“You like that, Princess?” he asked
huskily.
 

“Yes,” I said, my voice weak with desire.

He grabbed my ass and picked me up off the
floor, and I wrapped my legs around him as he took me over to the couch in the
corner.
 
He set me down again and
then sat down on the couch so that I was standing in front of him.

“God, Princess, you are so fucking sexy,” he
said, his eyes raking up my body.
 
“Put your arms up.”
 
I did as
he said, and reached up and pulled my shirt off me, tossed it onto the floor and
then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down over my hips and off my ankles,
leaving me in just my bra and panties.

I’d never been this naked in front of a man
before, and my skin prickled with hot goose bumps.

Colt was still sitting on the couch, and he
pulled my hips toward him, his tongue sliding down over my belly button,
continuing lower and lower until he reached the top of my panties.
 
He tugged them down the tiniest bit so
that just the very top of my mound was exposed to him.
 

“I wanted to fuck you the first second I saw
you,” he said, reaching up and unhooking my bra.
 
My breasts spilled from the lacey cups
and he pulled me down onto the couch, sucking my nipples into his mouth,
mauling me with his
hands.He
ripped his shirt off and pulled me to him, my nipples brushing against the
taut, tan skin of his pecs as he kissed me, the two of us groaning into each
other’s mouths.
 
My body was on
fire, his mouth and hands stoking the flames hotter and hotter, making me feel
as if I was going to explode.
 
His
big hands slid down and cupped my ass, drawing me to him before flipping me
over in one fluid motion and laying his body on top of mine.

He placed his palm flat on my stomach,
then
slid it down my body and over the front of my panties.

“You wet for me, baby?” he asked, his dark eyes
locked on mine.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Tell me.”

“I’m wet.”

“Look how wet you are.”

I looked down at myself, naked except for my
panties. I could see the dampness on the sheer fabric, so sticky and wet that
they clung to my skin, clearly outlining the lips of my pussy.

I felt his finger slip inside of me, and I
closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.

 
“Look at me, baby,” he said.
 
“I want to see your pretty face while I
finger you.”

I opened my eyes and fell into his.
 

He was so beautiful he took my breath away.

Our gazes locked as he pushed another finger
inside of me, and I gasped as I felt myself stretch out around him.

“You’re so tight, Princess,” he groaned.

I took in a shuddering breath as he began
moving his fingers in and out of me slowly.
 

He lowered his mouth to my
neck,
kissing across my collarbone, before taking my tit back into his mouth and
sucking on it hungrily, his tongue swirling around the tip of my nipple.

“I bet your pussy tastes so good,” he breathed
in my ear, that familiar cocky tone back in his voice.
 

He pulled his fingers out from between my legs
and brought them to his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.
 
“You taste like honey, Princess,” he
said.
 
“I’m gonna need another taste.”

My legs immediately pushed together as he moved
down my body.
 
He kneeled in front
of me on the couch and pushed my legs straight up into the air, then brought
his hand down and smacked it against my ass.

I moaned as he grabbed my panties and slid them
over my hips, down my thighs, over my knees and off my ankles.

He put his hands on my knees and began to
spread my legs apart, but I felt a blush starting in my face and moving down my
body, leaving me hot and self-conscious.

“Wait,” I said.
 
“I’m not… No one’s ever…”

Colt grinned wickedly, and then pushed my legs
apart slowly.
 
“Don’t worry,” he
said.
 
“I’ll be gentle.
 
Just relax, baby.”

And then he was down there, his fingers
spreading my pussy open as he licked me, down there, on my slit, his tongue sliding
up and down in one smooth, controlled motion.
 
I gasped in ecstasy.
 
I had never felt such pleasure before,
had never known something could feel so good.

He sucked my clit into his mouth,
then
gazed up at me.
 
“You taste sweet, baby,” he said, his thumb flicking against my
clit.
 
“So fucking sweet.”

And then he was back down there, eating me out,
kissing me open mouthed on my bare pussy.
 
I felt my toes curl and I gripped the couch cushion underneath me,
twisting the fabric in my hands.

He sucked my clit and licked my pussy, sliding
his tongue inside of me, flicking it against me like a hot switch.
 

Then he started using his fingers again, this
time sliding two inside of me without any problem.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I looked down at him, watched his fingers
disappearing inside of me, and the sensation of him finger fucking me coupled
with watching him do it was almost unbearably intense.

“Colt,” I said, grabbing his hand.
 

“Yes?” he asked in that teasing little voice of
his.

“I think I’m going to…”

“You think you’re going to what, baby?”

“If you keep doing that I think I’m going to
come.”
 
The words were foreign on my
tongue.
 
I’d never had an orgasm
before, but I could feel my
body building
toward
something, the pleasure rocking me to my core.
 

“Not until I fuck you,” he said.
 
He stood up and began unbuckling his
pants
 
and
I
gazed up at him, marveling at the beauty that was his body, every muscle and
tendon defined and edged.
 
And then
before I knew it, he was back on top of me, his hard dick poised outside my
opening, sliding against me, making me even wetter than I was.

“I wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw
you,” he said.
 
His forehead was
pressed against mine, his big hands on my body, one holding my hip, the other
on the back of my neck.
 
“I want to
be inside of you baby, I want to feel that little virgin pussy wrapped around
my cock.”

I groaned again, loving the feeling of the head
of his dick rubbing
on me, getting me wet and slick, my
juices mixing with his precum
.

“Tell me,” he whispered.
 
“Say it.”

“Fuck me.”
 
The words were exciting and thrilling, the anticipation of what we were
about to do, that he was going to take my virginity right here, right now, on
this couch, mixing together with the feel of his body on top of mine, his dick
against my pussy, his hands and mouth all over me.

I was hot and cold at the same
time,
shivering and bursting into flames, out of my mind and
completely clear.
 
It was like he
was awakening every good feeling I’d ever had, every hope I’d ever given up on,
every need I’d ever been afraid to admit, every desire I’d ever denied myself.

The way he was playing with my body and the
feelings he was stirring inside of me physically, were too primal, too strong
to be tamped down. For the first time in my whole life, I felt alive.

Colt stared into my eyes, pushing my hair back
from my face.

 
‘“Olivia,” he breathed, and ran his hand
up the side of my body, his fingers intertwining with mine as he crushed his
mouth against mine, his stubble rubbing against my chin, his tongue slipping
past my lips, gentle this time.
 
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his eyes filled with want.

I nodded and a second later I felt him press
inside of me in one gentle stroke, pushing past my resistance.
 
There was a sharp sting of pain and I
cried out in surprise, but he silenced me with another kiss, keeping his mouth
on mine, his tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth as he began moving inside
of me slowly, getting me used to his cock.

His breathing deepened, and mine did too as our
bodies fell into a rhythm as he fucked me.
 
He was so slow, so gentle,
so
tender as he
broke me in.

The stinging pain began to fade to a dull
throb, and then the dull throb began to be replaced with a deep pleasure, one
that seemed to start in my pussy and move through my body, spreading out from
my belly into my limbs.

He began to quicken his pace, to pump his hips
into me faster, and he took his lips from mine and propped himself above me.

I looked down to see him disappearing inside of
me, his cock buried inside of me as our bodies became one.
 
He was so big, so thick and hard, and I
was shocked that I was seemingly able to take all of him.