by Lily Rede
“I love your nipples,” he rasped, flicking one with his tongue, “So plump and eager to be sucked. The prettiest dusky pink. Is that tasty little clit the same color? I’ll bet it’s swollen and hot for me.”
He made quick work of the button of her jeans, and Evie jerked as two long fingers slipped under her panties, wickedly circled her clit, and then eased inside in a mind-numbing slide. Evie writhed under him, trying to increase the pace as he slowly thrust his fingers deeper, but he held her pinned with his big body, worshipping her breasts with his mouth.
God, that feels good.
Colin let her nipple go with a last little nip and moved to the other one. She strained against him, feeling the tension coil low in her abdomen.
“Please, Colin – ”
“You’re drenching my fingers, baby. Hot, tight little pussy, you’re going to wrap around my cock like a glove. I can feel you pulsing. Does that mean you’re ready to come?”
She wouldn’t answer – a girl could only give up so much.
“Nothing to say?”
Colin twisted his fingers in a move that sent lightning streaking along every nerve ending, and his thumb came up to flick her throbbing clit once, twice, again. She cried out.
“Let go, Evie,” he urged, and bit down gently on her nipple as his thumb circled and pressed, and his fingers plunged deep.
Evie detonated into a million pieces, stars sparking behind her eyelids as pleasure rained down on her body. She was barely aware that she was arching up, straining to feed as much of her breast into his mouth as he could take while his fingers masterfully stroked and flicked her to another dizzying peak. Evie winced internally as he finally let her come down, pretty sure she’d shouted his name that last time.
He chuckled, and she would have smacked him, but her whole body was tingling in delight, eager for more. She’d smack him later.
“If that’s how you come when you’re determined to be difficult, Evie, I can’t wait to see you cooperate.”
Colin pulled his fingers free as she glared at him, but a blush raced up her cheeks when he sucked the glistening digits into mouth for a leisurely taste. Still smirking, he pulled off her jeans, boots, and panties, and finally they were naked together on the bed.
Evie felt her heart quake as Colin sat back on his heels, his eyes hot and hungry as they perused her from head to toe. His fingers traced the edge of the bandage on her side. She had the crazy urge to cover herself, but if this was going to be the one night she permitted herself with Colin Daniels, she was going to shove her inhibitions aside and take everything he had to offer. So instead, she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly, and watched his pupils dilate.
“Look at you,” he whispered, “Watching you play with those pretty tits, I could come just like this.”
He wrapped a hand around his shaft, unabashedly stroking himself as he followed her movements, rapt. A bead of fluid glimmered on the fat crown, and Evie’s mouth watered for a taste.
“Don’t you dare,” she ordered, and in one swift move she was up and leaning over his cock to lap the bead from the sensitive tip, bracing one hand against his hip as she tasted him.
Mmm…salt and musk and Colin.
She licked again and heard his moan above her. His thighs were rigid as he slid a hand into her hair to cup the back of her head, holding her to him.
“Keep that up and I’m going to spend the night fucking your sweet mouth, baby.” He permitted himself one luxurious thrust that filled her with several throbbing inches.
“Okay,” she murmured agreeably as she pulled back, brushing his hand aside to track a vein down the thick length of his shaft with her tongue. The taste of him was heady, addictive, and her pussy pulsed when she drew the wide head back between her lips for a decadent suckle.
“Later,” he groaned, and Evie made a soft noise of disapproval as he pulled away.
Colin urged her to her back as he reached into the night stand for a condom, rolling it on swiftly before coming down over her, face to face, her breasts crushed against his chest, her hips cradling his, and the thick heat of his cock pressing into her soft pussy.
He kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth, and she whimpered against him as the full-body sensation threatened to overwhelm her. Pausing, Colin searched her features, his hazel eyes intense, and suddenly Evie couldn’t take it.
Too intimate.
Too scary.
He saw too much and that terrified her. She turned her face away.
“Evie – ”
“Just fuck me,” she whispered.
“We’re going to talk about this.” His voice was deep and soft, but brooked no argument.
“No we’re not.”
Not until Hell freezes over, she thought.
Suddenly Colin pulled back, but before Evie could feel rejected, he had flipped her over and yanked her to her knees. With a gentle hand between her shoulder blades, Colin pressed her breasts to the bed. The position left her ass in the air, on display. Evie felt exposed and uncomfortably aroused as he spread her thighs wide and just looked for a long moment. She knew she was wet and swollen, and the heat filling her body had her fingers clenching in the sheets.
“Colin – ”
“Hold still.” He punctuated the order with a light slap to one ass cheek, and all thoughts of protesting the unfamiliar position vanished as fire raced to her clit. Evie was appalled – she’d enjoyed that far more than she should.
Colin gently traced the bare folds of her pussy, and Evie felt shock race through her as one slick finger slid between her cheeks to tease the rosette of her anus. Before she could decide whether she liked the startling stroke of sensation, it was replaced by the blunt head of his cock, pressing against her in a hot, persuasive kiss.
“One day, I’m going to take you here, Evie. But for now – ”
They both groaned as he slid the crown down through her slick folds and snuggled it against her opening. Evie had never felt more helpless, spread and waiting to be filled, wet and panting and – Oh God, just do it already!
She was vaguely horrified with herself. Despite the protests of her feminist core – I am not submissive or docile, she assured herself – Evie was startled find that once again she liked Colin taking control of her body, pleasuring her any way he wanted to. Still, it rankled.
“You know, it’s not fair,” she admitted, breathless, “You make me feel completely out of control.” Evie pushed back, biting her lip at the feel of the head parting her folds. But instead of filling her up, the bastard, Colin held her hips steady.
“You think you’re the only one who feels that way?” he countered, “You turn me into a caveman. All I want to do is drag you back to my lair and keep you naked and open so that I can do this until we’re both too tired to move.”
This was his cock pressing into her tight sheath. Evie cried out as the thick flesh rasped across sensitive nerve endings, and her delicate muscles yielded to too many inches of hot, heavy shaft.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You okay?”
Her fingers curled into the sheets. She licked her lips, panting.
“You’re…big.”
“Just a little more.” He rocked his hips, nudging even deeper.
More?!
It was too much, but that didn’t prevent her from arching her back, tilting her hips for the last inch that pressed her ass against him, the sensation of being impaled to the hilt overwhelming and incredible, his heavy sac cushioned against the damp pad of her pussy.
“Hard and fast,” she demanded.
“Uh-uh,” murmured Colin, “My turn to be in charge.”
He gripped her hips and started moving, and Evie lost her train of thought. It was hard to stay annoyed when the man was treating her pussy to such a slow, delicious fuck, each stroke bringing her closer, driving her higher. This was beyond good.
Colin leaned over her, changing the angle, twining his fingers with hers, and though she couldn’t see h
is face, she could feel his breath, his heartbeat pulsing deep within her, and his hard muscled body hot against hers. Too intimate, her heart warned, but the slow, deep thrusts were driving her crazy, and she couldn’t focus on the emotional alarm bell right at this particular moment in time.
“More,” she begged, and couldn’t even feel bad about it.
“As much as you want, baby,” he agreed, sounding a little smug, but he fucked her harder, so she decided to forgive him.
Colin slid one hand under her to caress her stomach, and then moved down between her thighs to trace the taut edge where he stretched her with a feather light touch that had her gasping.
“Greedy little pussy,” he murmured, breathless, “You’re taking all of me so sweetly.”
Not altering his rhythm, Colin’s fingers found her clit, flicking it slowly in the way he’d learned she liked. She cried out and he nuzzled the side of her face, nibbling on her jaw.
“Come for me one more time,” he ordered.
And for one of the few times in their rocky association, Evie did exactly as she was told.
CHAPTER TWELVE
COLIN BARELY HAD THE presence of mind to pull away from Evie’s soft flesh and deal with the condom before he fell back against the pillows and tugged her to his chest. Pleasure still zinged through him from the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced, doubled by the way she came around him, milking his cock with the most exquisite pressure, her throaty cries like music.
Colin tried to drum up some remorse for having mounted Evie Asher and fucked her like an animal but all he felt was a sense of bone-deep satisfaction as she cuddled against him, her tongue reaching out to lap softly at his nipple while a soft sound of contentment escaped her throat. The nipple beaded under her tongue, and he felt an answering twitch in the vicinity of his cock, but surely that wasn’t possible because she’d wrung him dry.
“That was…good,” she murmured, and he felt like a fucking hero.
Evie scraped fingernails along his abs and his dick took definite notice.
Then she sighed.
Colin knew that the first words out of her mouth would be serious, pulling them out of this hazy sexual cocoon and back to harsh reality.
Not yet.
He rolled her, pinning her to the bed, taking her lips in a hard and mind-stealing kiss, but before she had a chance to protest, he was kissing his way down to those perfect tits and lower. When she realized his intent, she froze, sinking her fingers into his hair. Colin paused at her navel, licking and nuzzling the cute little cup. After a moment or two, he felt her clench her fingers, the nails grazing his scalp as she pushed him down.
Oh yeah, he thought, her unspoken demand a total turn-on. Which was interesting. Colin was used to taking the lead in bed, and his girlfriends generally preferred it. The image of submitting to Evie, letting her pleasure him and fuck him any way she wanted to, sent an uncomfortably intense surge of arousal through him, and he shuddered.
We’ll have to try that. Next time.
Colin used his shoulders to spread Evie’s thighs wide, and then cupped her ass, lifting her to him. She was soft and wet and swollen, and his mouth watered for her. He felt her startled intake of breath as he feasted, coaxing her arousal higher and higher, feeling her shake in release as he suckled her sweet clit. Then he started all over again, until she was twisting against his mouth, attempting to get closer, fingers clutching his hair, trying to pull him where she needed him to be. The erotic little tugs had his cock up to full salute in no time at all.
“Oh God…Colin…please – ”
When she was panting, begging for him, he surged up, half-frantic himself, donned another condom with lightning speed, and turned her to the side so that her hips were perched on the edge of the mattress, and then stood, pushing her thighs apart to make space for himself. He positioned his throbbing dick at her core.
“Hard and fast?” he asked, his voice a rough growl of arousal.
Eyes gleaming and unfocused, Evie nodded, her hands reaching up to twisting in the sheets over her head, pushing her breasts up.
Unceremoniously, Colin wrapped her legs around his hips and plunged deep into liquid heat, noting with satisfaction how those perfect tits jiggled deliciously with each stroke. He pounded into her until her eyes went dark and she screamed out her release. With a shout, he followed her over, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him before he collapsed, barely managing to catch himself on one arm to avoid crushing her.
In a tangle of limbs, he hauled her up the bed and leaned over to kill the light and dispose of condom number two. At this rate, neither of them would be able to walk by the end of the night.
Colin wrapped his arms around her, cuddling his cheek against her breasts, and was supremely gratified when her hands came up to hold him close.
“We have to talk,” she murmured, but the ominous statement was broken by a yawn.
“We will,” he responded, half-asleep. “Tomorrow.”
They were both asleep in seconds.
SUNLIGHT STREAMED THROUGH THE windows as Evie stretched, which only pressed her body more tightly against Colin Daniels, who tucked her closer but didn’t wake, the stubble on his jaw rasping against her nipple in an unconscious move that sent tingles running through her, though she was barely awake.
Evie couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so well.
But phenomenal sex will do that, she thought wryly as awareness returned.
Colin was wrapped around her like a living blanket, one leg thrown over hers and a sizable morning erection prodding her thigh. It was the thought of what she wanted to do with that thick flesh, what she had already done, that had a wave of panic welling up. Suddenly desperate for a little space, she eased out from under him , shoving a pillow into his arms to cuddle. She stood naked by the bed, staring down at the rumpled, sleeping sex god who had taken control and pleasured her like no other, and a wave of hot and cold rushed over her. She shivered.
Okay, Asher. You’ve fucked him out of your system, now go take a shower and get on with your life.
That sounded sensible enough, but as Evie hurried into the bathroom, she was newly startled by her image in the mirror. Her lips and nipples were still swollen from his mouth, and reddened scrapes on her thighs and torso showed where his stubble had rubbed her sensitive flesh. A bluish bruise under her right nipple had her yelping in shock – he’d given her a hickey. She looked comprehensively debauched – tasted and marked and well-fucked, her intimate muscles sore from his thorough possession.
“Oh God,” she muttered, and jumped into the shower, scrubbing hard to erase all traces of the night before. It wasn’t guilt she was feeling about giving in to her desire for the hot young mayor. That she had gone into with her eyes open, full steam ahead. It was shame that she was desperate to do it again, to let him have her every night for as long as this insane chemistry burned between them.
But that would mean they were having an affair. And it wouldn’t be long before everybody knew about it and started poking into the corners of her life. And then it would blow up in her face, as the residents of Bright’s Ferry realized that their precious Mr. Daniels had shacked up with a homewrecker.
Evie groaned as she shut off the water. It was too much to stress over before her first cup of coffee, and besides, she was pretty sure Colin was going to throw a fit when he found out about the latest incident. She still had a killer to catch.
Sighing, Evie reached for a towel.
“YOU SPEND A LOT of time in my house all wet,” Colin rumbled, propping himself up against the pillows to admire the delectable sight of Evie coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, “Although the naked is a pleasant development.”
A drop of water rolled from her throat down between her breasts, and he was suddenly very thirsty.
“Good morning,” she managed, and he could see that her nerves were back.
“Drop the towel,” he ordered, and watched a shiver r
un through her.
Of course she ignored him and opened the bedroom door to grab her shirt and bra from the hallway floor.
“I have to get going.”
“You’re not inspiring me with much morning-after confidence,” he teased and she rolled her eyes, shaking out her shirt.
Colin knew his eyes were predatory, but he couldn’t help it as Evie stepped toward the bed to grab her discarded jeans, and every muscle tensed. Waiting for just the right moment, he pounced, and managed to grab a handful of towel. Evie screeched as it came away from her body. Colin couldn’t even feel ashamed of the juvenile move because there she was, naked and damp and absolutely breathtaking.
“There, you got a good look. Happy now?” Evie glared at him, temper sparking, and threw her arms out in disgust.
“I’d be happier if you brought that luscious little body over here and let me give it a proper good morning.”
Colin pushed the sheet away from his hips to give her a good look at his straining cock. Her eyes widened and she swallowed, licking her lips as if she were remembering the thick flesh filling her mouth. He certainly was.
“I can’t,” she whispered, frozen. She had apparently forgotten that she was still naked.
“Can’t or won’t?”
The question was not destined to be answered because at that moment the phone rang. Scowling, Colin picked it up, half-distracted by Evie hastily turning around to pull her panties on, treating him to a glimpse of the perfect curve of her ass.
“Yeah, Tony, what’s up? Hang on, let me check and see if she’s up.”
He pressed the phone to his chest and quirked an eyebrow.
“See? I’m protecting your virtue, Miss Asher. Doesn’t that deserve a reward?”
Expertly twisting into her bra, she stomped up to the bed and reached for the phone, and Colin took advantage of the move to yank her down to his chest and capture her mouth in a scorching kiss, pleased as punch at the nails that dug into his ribs and the little whimper that left her throat as he let her go.
