by Ruby Rowe
“I’ve loved everything we’ve done,” I whisper.
“What about how fast the sex is progressing? I mean, it’s not the norm for a recent eighteen-year-old virgin.”
I clutch his hand in front of me.
“You’ve provided me with indescribable pleasure. I trust you, and that’s the reason I don’t mind.”
Leaning down, he gives me a quick yet powerful kiss.
“Then I’m not holding back from here on out.”
“But my parents and Jason could hear us.”
“Porsha picked Jason up for the night. I wouldn’t do the things I’m about to do to you if he was across the hall.”
He looks toward the bathroom before walking into it. The fan comes on, and he strolls back out. “That might help with the noise, but I have another idea, too.” Flipping back my blanket, he groans and grabs my tank top to remove it.
“Shit, I can’t take what the sight of you in only panties does to me. Or what watching another man hit on you does to my restraint, so I’m going to fuck you until I’m no longer frustrated by that fact.
“You’re Trouble with a capital T. Now, roll over to your stomach but sideways on the bed. I want your ass facing me.”
A knot forms in my throat as his domineering, possessive light shines through our obscure space. I need him to mark me again. To slither that hand across my neck and squeeze a touch to prove he’s owning me that very second.
I roll over to my stomach and shift sideways across the bed like he instructed, with my head the opposite direction of him.
The sound of his shoes coming off steals a sharp breath from my lungs. The grating noise of his zipper gradually lowering robs me of the next, and I gasp when his clothes drop into a pile on the floor.
I imagine his powerful build naked in my room, turned on only by me. It’s a dream I’ve had many a night over the years.
His fingers hook around my silky panties at my hips. Torturously, he skirts them down my thighs, and as they tickle over my calves, my body is struck with a tremor, the need for him growing from the roots and shaking my foundation.
The mattress sinks in, and he straddles me. As he begins massaging my ass, I have to resist shoving it in the air.
“Yes. Please. More.” A whimper rings from my lips, and he releases me. From the way the bed moves, I suspect he’s reaching for something.
He straddles me again, and fabric wraps around my face. I smell the clean scent of his cologne, and realize it’s his t-shirt.
“Open your mouth.” I do as he orders, and he shoves a rolled up part of his shirt between my lips. After tying it snugly around the back of my head, his breath coats my ear. “This is to keep you quiet while I fuck your pussy and finger your asshole.”
I moan against the cotton in my mouth and feel the gush between my legs. “Mmm … my filthy girl likes me talking about her tight holes. I bet you’re even excited we’re sneaking around, risking being caught.”
The last shred of my innocence is pulled back like a wave before a tsunami of salacious desire and scorching heat rushes in, consuming my body and soul. Domination shrouds me, and lust leaves me delirious.
His teeth sink into my shoulder at the same time his fingers fill me, but like it’s not enough, he growls under his breath.
Not waiting a beat, he pulls my ass cheeks apart, and I feel a coolness between them. A finger that was wet from being inside me skims around the hole.
God, I want to cry out, my drenched center begging for something to clench. His fingertip pushes in my ass next while his other fingers spread me open to circle that sweet spot.
I’m tensing and squirming, so his thighs clamp against mine to still me, but it’s near impossible. An orgasm ricochets throughout my body without warning, causing it to quake, and I’m at the mercy of undulating pleasure that’s being divvied out across my being.
The heat from my muffled moans bathes my mouth, and I close my eyes to sink in an erotic sea of bliss.
Climbing off of me, Colton opens a condom wrapper. Soon getting back in position, he pushes down on my upper back and brings my ass up in the air.
My chest and cheek are flat on the bed as he plunges his cock inside me. The gag in my mouth pulls tight, and I discover he’s clutching the tails of it, bringing them back toward him, as he drives into me over and over again.
This is more than a fuck. It’s a voracious show of possession stemming from Daniel flirting with me. Colton didn’t say it, but he is jealous.
Slamming into me harder than ever, he stills. Reverberating in my ears are our punctuated breaths, the sounds intoxicating. I’m addicted, and I wish to never feel another man’s breath in my ear besides Colton’s.
Right here.
This moment.
I’m his.
He unties the gag and collapses on the bed next to me. His muscular arms pull me over until my chest is flush with his, and the feeling of fingers tangling deep in my hair only adds to the protection I feel from him.
I hear him breathe in the scent of my long strands before he kisses the top of my head.
“You’re incredible,” he utters. “Can we stay like this a while? I’m not ready to leave you.”
My lips press to his chest before I sigh with contentment.
“I’d love that.”
CHAPTER NINE
Summer
I’m at the kitchen table reading up on some emails I received from the university. There’s information about living in the dorms and orientation.
My mind keeps straying to Colton and what transpired with him in my room the other night. Ever since, I think about that spot he always finds on me that propels me straight to a climax.
Hmm … I decide it best to call my friend Lydia. She’s the only person I’ve told about Colton and me, and that’s because I was dying to share with someone, and she’s like a vault. She’s the only one of my friends who I trust will take what I confide to the grave.
“Hello.”
“Hi, it’s Summer.”
“Yeah, I know. I have your name in my phone, so when are you going to stop announcing yourself?”
“Fine, I’m going to change your name to Snarky Bitch in my contacts.”
“Bwwwaaahhhaaa! That’s amazing. Please do, and then you’ll have to let me call myself from your phone so I can see it.”
“You’re crazy. I, uh, need to talk to you about something personal.”
“OK, shoot.” I can see her tossing back her shoulder-length brown hair before getting comfy on her bed.
“It’s embarrassing, so you have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“I can see you rolling your eyes at me.”
“Good, now spit it out.”
“Colton keeps finding this spot on me down below, and all I can say is that when he touches it, my god, it feels sensational. My mind is blown over how great it feels. Anyway, I need to know what that spot is. Are you aware by chance?”
“Bwwwaaahhhaaa! You’re too cute, all innocent Summer.”
“Stop laughing at me, and trust me, Colton stole my innocence on night one.”
“It’s called a clitoris. Guys like to call it a clit.”
“Yep, he’s referred to it as that on multiple occasions.”
“Google it.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“OK. Google it and touch yourself there. Your dad’s a fucking doctor; you should know this shit.”
“He’s a pediatrician, and besides, I seriously doubt he and Mom are going to tell me about my clitori–clitorimajigger thingy and how it can bring me pleasure.”
“Google it. My job here is done, and you’ll for sure thank me later.”
“You’re crazy, but thank you.”
Hanging up with her, I pull up Google to do a search. Hmm … should I click on images?
Wowza. Lots of diagrams.
“Dang, a clitoris and three holes. There’s a whole lot going on do
wn there,” I mumble.
“What are you looking at so intently?” Jason asks. I slam the top of my laptop down and whip my head up. Jason and Colton are standing in front of me staring.
“Oh, uh, just looking at some college stuff.”
“Then why is your face ten shades of red?” My brother is smirking, and one corner of Colton’s mouth lifts into a lazy smile.
He’s reading me like a book since he knows exactly what gets my face this many shades of crimson. “You are looking at something dirty,” Jason adds.
On his way to the pantry, he laughs. “Colton, I guess my sister’s a closet freak.”
Colton’s eyes never leave mine as his smile gains energy and broadens. Pulling his cell from his pocket, he quickly types away.
My phone buzzes on the table at the same time Jason turns around. Thankfully, Colton is already slipping his phone back inside his pocket.
Colton: We’re so having a conversation about this later, and I hope whatever you’re looking at warrants a punishment from my eager palm.
Swallowing, I swipe my phone and laptop from the table and hurry from the room.
“Where are you running off to?” Jason yells. “I was about to torment you some more.”
I’m so embarrassed. What the hell am I going to tell Colton?
***
Tapping my fingers on my desk, I wait for Colton to call. Once he and Jason finished playing basketball, I watched from my room as he drove away. My mouth went dry, and my stomach fluttered like it so often does whenever I think of him.
The anticipation of our talk has me nervous but excited, too, because if I can find the nerve to tell him what I was researching, then he’ll undoubtedly talk filthy to me, which has become one of my favorite things about him.
My phone buzzes, so I grab it and go to my bed.
Colton: Call me if you can.
Blowing out a swift breath, I hit the button to dial him.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Oh, don’t even think about acting shy. Unlike Jason, I do know you’re a closet freak, so cough it up. What were you looking at?”
“I can’t say. It’s embarrassing.”
“Tell me now, or I’m definitely spanking that ass of yours, and it’ll be harder than ever before.”
“I was looking up a certain area of the female anatomy, OK, but please don’t laugh at me.”
“I wouldn’t laugh at you over that. Now, Skype with me.”
“Why?”
“I want to see what you discovered.”
“Colton, I can’t talk about it.”
“Did you miss where I said see? I want you to demonstrate what you learned. Show me, Summer. Right now,” he commands huskily.
A familiar burning sensation travels to my core. His authoritative inflection is the prelude to the unknown, where I’ll become more of a woman. I’ll also become more his.
I find the nerve to get up to retrieve my laptop. After locking my bedroom door, I turn on my bathroom fan and sit back against the head of the bed with my computer open.
He gets online, too, and we end our phone call. He appears on the screen, and I fight a gasp from the sight of him stretched back against his bed with an arm tucked behind his head.
His fingers mess with the back of his raven hair, the dampness of it giving away that he’s recently showered. I’d love to smell his clean scent.
“No shirt...” I utter. “I like it.” Spying the waistband of his black boxer briefs, I can’t help but use my imagination.
The edges of his lips ascend into that heart-stirring smile I love, and his dimples sink in for added effect.
“It’s only fair you’re shirtless, too. Take it off. Actually, take everything off.”
“OK, but first I’m turning music on low. I’m worried someone will recognize your voice.” Picking up my phone next to me, I open Pandora and hit play.
I then set my laptop out in front of me on the bed so I can step to the floor to strip off my clothes. I have to inhale deep breaths before I climb back on the bed and look at him.
He surveys my naked body, and his tongue barely slips out, swiping over his bottom lip.
“This is fucking hot. I haven’t done this before, and I’m loving it already,” he says.
“You really haven’t?”
“Nope. It’s a first for the both of us.”
“That’s cool.”
“What did you learn today?”
“I–I was curious where it is that you touch me that feels so incredible.”
“You’re a smart girl, so I’m guessing you figured it out. Sit back, open your legs wide, and touch yourself for me.”
The smoldering feeling that previously consumed me creeps back to my face. My skin stings with heat, and all my nerve endings dance with trepidation.
“I’m nervous. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You will within five seconds of playing with yourself. It’s just me and you, baby. No one else is going to see this.”
Adjusting my laptop for him to view my lower body better, I close my eyes and sink against the mattress. My legs fall open, and my hand glides over my breast and down my taut stomach before I reach my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, you waxed. Spread that smooth pussy open for me with your left hand.” His dirty mouth steers me to do as he instructs, and I’m somewhat relieved, hoping he’s going to walk me through this in its entirety.
“Now, use your right fingers, and lightly circle up high until you find your clit. You’ll know when you’ve found it. Let me see, Summer. Show me you can get yourself off.”
CHAPTER TEN
Colton
Summer’s touching herself, giving me the show of a lifetime on the screen of my laptop. Having her in person is the golden prize, but I can already see that cyber-sex with her will be fan-fucking-tastic, too.
Her eyes are closed, and I’ll allow it until she’s comfortable. She whimpers, and her mouth parts, signaling she’s found her magic spot.
Summer was more innocent before she met me than I thought. It’s sad she’s never pleasured herself, but I’ll help her make up for it.
As her fingertips rub in little circles, they pick up speed, changing her whimper to a light moan. The erotic view provokes a guttural sound from me, and it’s all I can do not to touch my engorged cock.
“That’s it. Move your left fingers to one of your nipples. Tug on it. Show me how you can touch them, too.”
Gradually skimming her fingertips upward, her eyelids flutter before she pierces me with her gaze. She’s making a conscious effort now to turn me the fuck on, but I’m already there. Unable to resist, I stroke my dick through my boxer briefs.
Pulling her nipple away from her a couple of times, she then rolls her fingertips over it.
“Fuck, yes, Summer. Just like that. I have to touch myself, too. You’ve got my cock aching.” I move my laptop closer to my knees and pull down my briefs enough to free my hard-on.
“I want you to try something else before you come. Pull your knees up farther, and cruise your left fingers south. Insert them in your pussy, and move them in and out while you rub your clit.”
Like always, she does anything I ask of her. I have a sinful view of all her ripe pinkness now, and fuck, it’s glistening from her juices. As she arches back, I see a hint of her asshole, too, and I want to stick my cock there.
From how wet she is, her fingers create vulgar sounds that only excite me further. I stroke my dick, feeling the veins cord thickly beneath my palm.
My balls are straining for a release, and watching her finger-fuck herself has me hanging at the edge of an orgasm.
She removes her fingers and opens herself more to touch her clit. She’s amazing at it, rubbing faster and rougher, trying to get to the finish line.
“Colton, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, girl, let me see.” My voice is hoarse, the words barely audible from the sensations building
within me. Her eyelids snap shut, her expression pained from pleasure as she lets go.
A quivering bundle of nerves.
A pink pussy milking before me.
Her euphoria radiating from her sexy body.
It’s my undoing.
As my body spasms, cum spurts from my fisted cock, and the back of my head smacks the headboard. The pleasure is explosive, splintering my control to pieces.
“I–I never imagined all these sexual acts could feel so good,” she utters, her tone breathy and seductive. “You’ve set the bar high.”
The thought of another male seeing her ravishing body pisses me off, let alone the thought of another man touching it.
Anxiety pummels me, a desperation shaking me to the core. Maybe I won’t feel this way tomorrow, but right now, Summer’s mine. Only mine, and I need to fuck her and keep her in my bed tonight.
“Come stay the night with me. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Summer
Lounging naked in Colton’s bed, I listen to his rapid heartbeat below me. It’s still thundering from the earth-shattering sex we just shared.
His fingertips graze my arm, and once in a while I shudder, which causes him to snicker. I’ve never felt so alive and happy.
I can’t think about the future, or my chest aches with disappointment, so I’ll stay in this ever-present bubble with Colton for as long as possible.
“So, where are you telling your family you’re staying at night?” he asks.
“Lydia’s. Jason asked me where I was going tonight, and I was surprised he noticed or cared.” Shifting to my side, I prop myself up on my elbow and stare at him.
“Will you please tell me Jason’s secret? I swear I’ll never bring it up to him.” Wrapping a section of my hair around his finger, he studies it.
“I don’t know if I should. I’m betraying his trust already, and I’m beginning to feel pretty guilty about it. Part of me thinks he’d kill me for touching you, but another part of me wonders if he’d be happy it was me and not someone else.”
“Please, Colton. He’s my brother, and I deserve to know what’s tormenting him.”
