by Laura Kaye
His fist tightened and yanked her head backward, opening her neck to his lips. Kady moaned.
“Spanking?” he asked, his other hand roughly sliding down her body until his hand landed on her ass.
“Yes,” she rasped.
He squeezed and kneaded at her cheeks through her skirt. “Deep-throating?”
The face-fucking scene from her book came immediately to mind. “Yes.” She pressed her lips to his ear this time. “I have a very tolerant gag reflex.”
“Jesus,” he bit out. “Being restrained?”
“Please,” she said, trembling with need against him and remembering the way he’d pinned her hands above her head all those years ago. His hand pulled her hair harder, bowing her whole body, allowing him to kiss and lick and nibble down her throat to her chest.
“How about my hands on your neck?” He lightly bit the side of her neck, causing chills to break out all over her body.
This one was harder to admit, but reading about it or seeing it done always made her body crazy. “I want to try it,” she said.
“We’ll go slow,” he said. “Last one. How ’bout anal play?”
This totally fascinated her, too, but she was more scared of it. “Maybe. It scares me.”
“Okay,” he said with a nod. “And I’m really fucking proud of you for being so open with me.” His eyes found hers and Kady melted at the arousal and affection she saw there.
Finally, he kissed her. Using his grip on her hair to guide her position, he grasped her jaw with his other hand and absolutely devoured her in a breath-stealing, bone-melting, soul-stirring kiss. Kady whimpered and moaned and clawed at his hair to try to pull him closer. She was possibly as close to an orgasm as she’d ever been without any stimulation to her clit.
Colton ground his cock against her belly until Kady was literally panting and dripping for him. Her panties were uncomfortably damp between her legs. When he abruptly broke off the kiss, she whined.
He grinned darkly. “Just one other thing. We need words. A slow-down word in case you need me to back off. And a safe word that will stop everything. I propose ‘sunshine’ for the safe word. What do you think?”
Kady smiled as heat filled her cheeks. “Yeah, I like that.”
“Everything we’re talking about, and you blush when I reference your book,” he said, running his knuckles over her cheek. “So damn pretty. How about ‘monsoon’ to slow things down? Would those work for you?”
“Look at you being all sentimental,” she said. But she actually loved it. She knew from her reading that the words were supposed to be things you wouldn’t normally say so as not to accidentally blurt them out and interrupt what was happening. But these words did the double duty of also reminding them of this place, this weekend, this moment.
He smiled and winked. “I think this occasion warrants it, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said with a smile of her own, really loving having sweet, playful Colton back again. “I really do.”
“So what are your words?” he asked, looking her in the eye.
“‘Monsoon’ asks you to slow down or back off. And ‘sunshine’ makes everything stop if there’s a problem.”
“Good,” he said, his expression satisfied and eager. “Any other questions?”
She shook her head, lust-drenched dizziness threatening.
He arched a brow. “You sure? Because once we start I am going to be all over you.”
Yes, please! “I’m sure,” she managed.
“Good. Then that’s enough talking for now.”
Kady’s heartbeat tripped into a sprint. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do, but her instinct said to try to get away from him. To play the kind of games she loved in her books. In the book he’d just read. She pressed her back up against the closet and dragged herself out of his hold.
The satisfaction and challenge that slid into Colton’s expression spiked arousal and heightened her confidence. Slowly stepping around him like he could strike at any moment, Kady gave him a wide berth, then suddenly bolted to the left, past the bathroom door and into the bedroom. Running as fast as she could, she beelined for the door. Exhilaration shot through her as she heard him give chase.
Her hand just twisted the knob when his reached over her shoulder and held the door closed. A split second behind, his body collided with hers and trapped her against the cold metal.
He quickly threw the dead bolt and kissed the back of her neck. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled and rubbed the bulge of his cock against her ass. “God, Kady, that you’re willing to play with me like this makes me so hard.”
She moaned at the feel of his body and the urgent need in his voice. “Colton,” she whispered.
He forced her to turn around.
With precision flicks of his fingers, he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it down her arms, then made quick work of her bra.
“So pretty,” he whispered as he leaned down and fondled and kissed her breasts. First one, then the other. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, she unleashed a needful cry. “Like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
For long minutes, he worshipped and tortured her breasts until Kady thought her body might melt. “Let’s see what else you like. On your knees,” he said, pressing on her shoulders and urging her down.
Kady sank to the floor, her body wedged between his muscular thighs and the motel room door. A sharp thrill made her stomach feel like she’d crested the highest hill on a roller coaster. Despite that incredibly hot night three years ago, she’d never before seen Colton’s cock. She could barely breathe for the anticipation of seeing him, touching him, sucking him.
“Take me out and taste me,” he said.
Oh, yes. The commands were like little shots of aphrodisiac, each one causing a slow burn on its own, but together, able to ignite something absolutely incendiary. She squeezed her thighs together to provide some friction for her aching clit as she unfastened his dress pants and pulled them and his boxers down far enough to free him.
Nearly panting, she took him in hand. Colton’s groan was the sweetest victory. He was hot and thick and long and she reveled in the lubrication that his own pre-come provided as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue around his head before finally sucking him in.
“Such a hot little mouth.” His fingers plowed into her hair and held the back of her head. He didn’t force her, but the threat of it was there. Instead, he gave her time to learn him, explore him, find a rhythm that combined her hands and mouth. Little groans and gritty curses spilled out of him, and Kady would’ve sucked him off all day just to hear the sounds he made. “Take it slower, deeper.”
Gripping his thighs with her hands, she inhaled a deep breath, and pushed her face forward into his groin as far as she could.
Colton grabbed her by the back of the head and the jaw, taking control of her movement and filling her throat with his cock. “Oh, God. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Yes.” He released her and Kady gasped for air. “Again,” he ground out, and she impaled her mouth on his cock, her lips wrapped around the base, and fought the instinct to pull back. “That’s a fucking hungry little mouth, isn’t it? Look at me.”
Tilting her head as much as she could with her mouth full of him, she met his gaze. Dark eyes on fire, mouth open, chest heaving. He was fucking gorgeous.
“Yeah. So hungry for me. Aren’t you?” He withdrew. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she said, peering up at him and panting for breath.
Masculine satisfaction slid into his gaze. “Tell me you want my cock.”
Was this really happening right now? Was this really her Colton? Because she absolutely loved it, loved…him? “I do, I want it.”
“I know you do. Open,” he said, one hand grasping her hair and the other hand pulling down her jaw. And then his cock slid across her tongue. In and out. S
low and gentle at first. “God, I have thought about this so many times.”
Kady moaned in response, half wishing she could get free long enough to tell him she had, too.
“Hold on, now.” His hips really started to move, and Kady barely had time to brace on his thighs. He bottomed out in her throat again and again, putting her tolerance to the test. “So fucking good,” he growled. Pressing her head backward into the door, Kady surrendered to the demands of his thrusts, loving the feel and the weight and the taste of him.
He pulled away abruptly, then slid his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. His tongue filled her mouth a moment later as he boxed her against the door with his body. Harsh hands ran down her breasts and stomach to her hips and worked her skirt upward until her panties were fully exposed.
“These clothes are going to smell like me for however long you have to wear them,” he said around the edge of the kiss. He pushed her panties down over her hips, and she shimmied until they fell down around her ankles.
While Colton remained clothed from head to toe, Kady stood trapped against the door, nearly naked. She moaned, a thousand percent ready to beg for an orgasm as soon as her mouth was free. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her thighs actually trembled from the depth of her need. “Colton, please,” she rasped.
“That’s right. Beg me. What do you want?” His fingers raked over her thighs—the outsides, the front, the front center.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth again, making it hard to think. She shifted her hips, trying to make him touch her where she needed.
Hard hands clamped down on her ass. “Be still or I won’t let you come.”
“Colton,” she whimpered.
“I could fucking live on the need I hear in your voice right now.”
“Please,” Kady whimpered, more desperate for this than she’d ever been for anything in her life.
Colton kicked her feet apart, slid his fingers through her wet, slick folds, and plunged two fingers in deep. The penetration combined with the friction against her clit made her come on contact. Kady screamed and her vision blurred and she sagged against Colton so completely that he had to hold her up.
“Yes. Yesyesyes,” she moaned as he curled his fingers against the front wall of her core and fucked her in a short, fast rhythm that kept his thick fingertips in constant contact with an excruciatingly sensitive area inside her.
“You aren’t getting my cock until you come again. I want you to come so hard my whole hand is wet with it.”
“Colton, I can’t. I can’t.” She was almost sobbing from the pleasure and the intensity that nearly turned it to pain.
He braced his hand on the door above her shoulder and nailed her with a hot, intense stare. “Oh, you sure fucking can. Wait for it.” He worked his hand harder, shifting from an in-out to a front-to-back rhythm which targeted that sensitive spot. The movement of his hand made her wetter and wetter, until she could hear just how wet she was.
An immense, pleasurable pressure built up around his fingers until she knew that she was not only going to come but that she was going to soak his hand, just as he’d demanded. She grabbed on to his arm, needing something to hold, something to anchor her against the wave of sensation building inside her.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasped.
Holy shit, she was gonna— “Colton!” she screamed.
“Yeah. There it is,” he gritted out, his hand still moving, drawing her orgasm out until it was almost painful. “You just came all over me. Taste.” He pushed shiny, wet fingers into her mouth.
She grasped his wrist and sucked him in to the knuckle. In the wake of the two massive orgasms he’d just given her, she was so filled with gratitude that she would’ve gladly done anything he asked. Even as good as her own orgasms could be, there was simply no comparison. She’d never really thought she’d been lonely the past three years until this very moment. Now? Absolutely. How was she going to go back to the way things were after this?
Colton’s hand cupped her face as he pulled his fingers free of her mouth. He bent down to align his eyes with hers. “Everything okay?” he asked.
The emergence of sweet Colton brought the sting of tears to the backs of her eyes. Here he was, taking care of her in yet another way. “Everything’s perfect,” she said.
A small, tender smile played around his lips for a moment, and then it dropped and his eyes went molten. “Good, then bend over the damn bed.”
…
Colton watched Kady, waiting to see what she would do, how she would react. Because she’d surprised him over and over. Even when he’d guessed correctly what her reaction might be, he’d had absolutely no idea what it would feel like to be doing any of this with her.
Kady blew every one of his fantasies entirely out of the water. Brave, daring, willing to give herself over to the pursuit of absolute abandon, he found her appealing in ways he never even knew to imagine.
She’d talked about wanting him to see her. Well, today, right now? He realized how damned much he’d been wanting—no, needing—someone to see him, too. See him and accept him for everything that he was. And not just someone. Her. Kady.
And, damnit, she got him. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, feel it in her touch.
Kady’s eyes darted to the side, and Colton smiled inwardly. She was thinking about running again. Do it, Kady. I dare you. “Keep me waiting one more second and I’m going to make you sorry.” When she still didn’t move, Colton grabbed her arm and dragged her stumbling toward the bed. He’d been keeping an eye on her throughout this whole thing—a very close eye—and everything he saw told him that what they were doing turned her on and got her off.
Damnit all to hell, but Kady Dresco was perfect for him in every way—including her smart mouth—and she’d been right in front of him all this time. Realization and certainty crashed into him—he’d never find someone better suited to him. And he didn’t even want to look.
Colton was caught up deep enough in his thoughts that when he released her and shoved her onto the mattress, he wasn’t prepared for her to use the momentum of his push to scrabble across the bed.
She tossed him a challenging glance as she bolted off the other side, smiling and laughing.
Colton felt the grin crawl up his face. Damn if he didn’t love her playfulness. “Aw, you are going to pay for that.” He shot around the bottom of the bed and took off after her. He easily caught up as she dashed into the bathroom, then stalked her until her sweet little ass came up against the countertop.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said, smiling and shaking her head and trying to flatten herself against the tile.
“Too late for that,” he said, still wearing that grin. “See, I was going to give you the soft warmth of the bed, but maybe this suits you more.” He claimed her mouth in a hard kiss. Kady literally melted into him and moaned like he was the water she needed to drink.
Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and slid into his hair, tugging and pulling and scratching in a way that drove him wild. She wrenched her mouth away. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg.” He whirled her around, tore off his T-shirt, and pushed her upper body forward until she hovered over the counter. Frustrated by the clothing that separated them, he slid off her skirt, undid his pants, and shoved everything down around his thighs. Then he caught her by the arms. “Want to watch me fuck you?” he asked, his blood scalding hot with the need to bury himself deep.
Kady bit down on her lip and nodded. “I’d love that.”
That made two of them. But Colton was also very conscious that this was their first time together. Even though they were playing and he knew she was completely into it, he couldn’t be rough about this moment.
Taking himself in hand, he aligned his head with her opening—
He wrenched back. “Goddamnit. Let me get a condom.”
Kady blinked as if pulling herself from a fog. �
��I’m on birth control,” she said. “And I’m healthy.”
Going bareback inside her was a fucking dream he never thought he’d experience. “I’m clean, too, Kady. But are you sure?”
She nodded. “I trust you. Now, please.”
Satisfaction roared through him. He tugged her upward so he could speak right into her ear and met her gaze in the mirror. “Tell me you want me inside you, Kady. Tell me you want me so deep I might never find my way back out again.” Intense pressure bloomed inside his chest. He was well aware he was asking for more than her confirmation that she wanted his cock.
She leaned her cheek against his. “I do, Colton. I want you inside me. I want you everywhere.” Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the look on her beautiful face told him her answer was bigger than just this moment, too.
And it was all he needed to hear. Still holding her arms behind her back, Colton bent his knees, tilted her hips, and slid his cock into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you are so small. Don’t let me hurt you,” he growled.
“You won’t.” She moaned and bore down on him, taking him in deeper.
Colton wanted to hold back, to resist, but she was too damn hot and wet and good. And his need for her could only be denied so long. He bottomed out inside her, his balls settling against her sensitive flesh. “That’s a good girl, taking all of my cock.” He bit down on the soft tendon that ran between her neck and her shoulder. Against his stomach, her hands fisted and unfisted, her nails scratching his skin.
“Please, please move. God, you have to move.” Molten green eyes pleaded with him in the mirror. Her hips wiggled and tried to make him.
Colton groaned. “Oh, yeah, Kady. You fuck me.” He loosened his grip so she could move. Because of the way he restrained her arms, she could only do so a little, and her growing frustration reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. He let her struggle for another moment and then tugged her back against him. “What do you want?”
“You.”
Colton held himself still, hand around her throat—an excruciating feat of discipline. His cock absolutely throbbed for the need to move. “Give me the words and tell me what you want me to do.”
