Our mouths melded together perfectly and I brought my hand up to her face, finally doing something I’d thought about way too much over the past couple days—I ran my thumb over the cleft in her chin. Then I pulled down, opening her mouth wider, giving me more access.
As we kissed she slipped her hand underneath my shirt to feel my stomach, and my muscles quivered at her touch. Her hand went higher, fingernails grazing my skin.
A strangled sound escaped me when she brought her fingers up to my nipple and pinched. Hard.
It kinda fucking hurt. It also turned me the fuck on. Lifting my head, I looked down at her.
Playful. Mischievous. Naughty. That was the kind of smile she gave me.
I had no idea what kind of kinky shit this girl was into, but I was game. Honestly, I’d never been into nipple play before. This girl was pushing buttons I never even knew I had.
I shifted lower down her body until my face hovered over her right breast. With heated eyes, she watched me as I brought my mouth to where I knew her nipple would be and bit down.
She moaned and arched her back. Suddenly, I had the uncontrollable need to get her naked. I wanted to tease her, drive her wild, see how far I could push the limits—her limits and mine.
“Can I take this off?” I asked, tugging at her shirt. I wanted to do what I just did without fabric in the way.
After sitting up, she pulled the shirt over her head and without even having to ask, she unsnapped her bra and tossed both off to the side.
The darkness of the room made it difficult to see her, but there was just enough moonlight shining through the window to see dark pink nipples on the best tits I’d ever laid eyes on. Without even touching them, I knew they would feel heavy in my hands.
My cock throbbed painfully in the confines of my jeans as I reached out with both hands and cupped her full breasts. Her breaths started coming faster as I brushed my thumbs back and forth over her stiff peaks.
Just thinking about sucking on them made my mouth water. Lowering my face down to her right breast, I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could. As I pulled back, I let my teeth scrape over the hardened bud and she let out a loud whimper.
I looked up at her face to make sure what I just did was okay.
“Colton.” She made an impatient noise before turning her body slightly and arching up, offering her other breast.
I smiled. It was a little difficult to keep the suction I needed to get the job done while grinning like an idiot, but I did the best I could.
Bree started clawing at my shirt and I chuckled because of how impatient she was. I guess it was only fair that I took mine off, too. After tossing it to the side, she practically tackled me.
Laughing, I fell back onto the bed as she started kissing her way down my stomach. When she made it to the waist of my pants, she paused before pulling the fabric down so she could kiss lower. When she pushed her tongue under the waistband of my boxers, the wet warmth flicked over the tip of my cock.
Groaning, my hips involuntarily jerked forward.
Pre-cum leaked from me and, for a second, I thought there was a chance I might blow my load without even getting my pants off.
Bree tugged a little on the button of my jeans and raised her eyebrows in question. All I could do was nod enthusiastically, and she eagerly snapped it open before pulling down my zipper.
In a flurry of motion, clothes were shed between gasps and giggles and moans until both of us were completely naked.
I sat back against the headboard and she straddled my lap. Her pussy wasn’t even touching me but I could feel the heat coming off her center.
“Oh my God,” Bree gasped as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and looked down between us. “You’re so thick.”
Definitely something a guy likes to hear.
It was too dark to see very well so I put my hand over hers, noticing that her fingers barely made it all the way around the circumference.
She made another sound like she was impressed and she stroked her hand up and down my length.
“You have a really nice dick,” she whispered.
Fuuuck. I’d never been one to shoot off early, but it was a real possibility right now. Fingernails lightly scraped over my sensitive skin and she moved down to cup my sac. My body tensed as she explored me and I tried not to come all over her hand.
Before I could embarrass myself, she stopped what she was doing and looped her arms around my neck.
“Hi,” Bree said softly, her face so close to mine that I felt her breath against my cheek.
For some reason, it made me smile. “Hi.”
I brought my hand up to her face and playfully tweaked her chin, wishing the lights were on so I could see her face better.
When she leaned in to kiss me, her wet slit slid over my cock. I groaned as my head fell back to hit the headboard with an audible thud.
I brought my hand up between her thighs, confirming what I already knew—that she was very wet and also completely bare down there. No hair at all. She either shaved or waxed, both of which I found sexy as fuck.
Her skin was smooth and so slick. Swiping my fingers over her bundle of nerves, I gave her clit a little pinch. She gasped and rocked her hips forward.
Grabbing her ample ass with my hands, I dragged her smooth flesh over mine again. That time we both gasped together and her forehead came to rest on mine.
“Colton?” she whispered through quick breaths. “I know you said we shouldn’t have sex…” She made a frustrated sound. “But what if you just put it in a little…?”
Once her words registered, I threw my head back and laughed. Loud.
“Did you seriously just suggest that we play a game of ‘just the tip’?”
Bree covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God. I totally did.” Her voice came out muffled. She pulled back, shaking her head and looking embarrassed. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
I didn’t want distance between us, so my hand went up to tuck some hair behind her ear then I ran my thumb over the cleft in her chin again.
That cute fucking indent was going to be the death of me.
“Maybe I should put a condom on, just in case,” I suggested, realizing how close we were to actually having sex.
“Yeah, just in case. It’s totally possible it could just fall in,” she teased while eagerly nodding her head.
Chuckling, I reached over into the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms I hadn’t been sure I’d ever need again.
After rolling it on, we went back to kissing. She started moving her hips over mine, rubbing her pussy on my dick. With one hand on her ass and the other on her breast, my mouth went to her neck. I sucked at the same sensitive spot I found the other night on the dance floor and she started panting.
She continued rubbing herself over my cock. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Overpowering desire slammed through me and that out-of-control feeling from the other night returned. It felt like my mind was in a fog and my vision went blurry. All I could think about was getting my dick inside this girl.
Just as she raised her hips, I shifted slightly and the tip slid in a little.
I gasped and Bree whimpered. It felt so fucking good. We both froze, realizing that this was it—this was really happening.
“Can I?” she whispered by my ear, her voice thick with need. “Please? Please, Colton…”
Hearing her beg almost had me coming on the spot, and any hesitation I had vanished.
“Fuck, yes,” I replied automatically.
She didn’t waste any time. As soon as I gave my permission she sank down while letting out a raspy moan.
Ecstasy.
So warm and wet. Her snug walls squeezed around me and I moaned into her neck, the feeling of her tight heat around my cock overwhelming.
My fingers dug into the skin on her back as I held her. Any anxiety I had about not being able to keep my erection flew out the window.
For at least a minute we sat together, connected fully and completely still. Holding onto each other. Breathing together.
With every rise and fall of her chest, I felt her nipples rub against me.
Burying my face in Bree’s hair, I inhaled her scent again, ready to do anything—anything—she asked me to. I was completely at her mercy.
Her body shuddered and I noticed she was gripping my shoulders a little tight.
“You okay?” I asked, concerned.
“Uh-huh.” The quiet confirmation left her mouth and her breath tickled my neck. The side of her face slid against mine as she pulled back to look me in the eye.
In that moment something passed between us. Something I’d never felt before. I had no idea what it was or what it meant, but it was intense—it felt like something bigger than just a physical connection.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I whispered and her eyes widened a fraction.
Instead of answering me, Bree raised up then sank back down.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my eyes slamming shut. “Don’t stop.”
In a circular motion, she started moving her hips over me.
Leaning back against the headboard, I looked down at the place where we were joined. There was just enough light coming through the window to see her body—the way her tits jiggled with every movement, the way her head tilted back and her lips parted.
As she slid up and down on my cock, I realized I’d never enjoyed sex this much. It’d never felt this good, been this fun. There was something about her that put me at ease. I couldn’t explain it, but all the anxiety I’d experienced in the past was gone in her presence.
I palmed her breast with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other and her motions sped up. Her tits started to bounce faster and I leaned forward, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.
Bree’s hands went to my head, holding me in place as her fingernails scraped over my scalp.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “I think I’m gonna come. I’ve never…” Bree sounded surprised as she trailed off and her walls started fluttering around my dick.
It almost sounded like she was going to say she’d never come before, but that couldn’t be right, could it?
Without slowing down, she locked eyes with me and it felt like an electrical current ran through my entire body.
“Colton,” she pleaded, looking a little lost, and it felt like she needed something from me. Reassurance maybe.
“I’ve got you,” I told her while I continued to rub circles over her clit. “I’ve got you.”
“Oh… Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper as the bucking rhythm of her hips sped up.
With a gasp, her breath caught in her throat.
Watching Bree in those few seconds right as she was about to come was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Head tilted back. Mouth open. Eyes shut.
And I fucking loved her dirty mouth.
Her body trembled and she dug her fingernails into my shoulder blades.
As her walls clamped down on me, she connected her lips with mine and I swallowed her loud moans. After several seconds, her rocking motions slowed and her whimpers subsided.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, her body became more languid and she let go of the death grip she had on me.
Running my hands up her thighs, I grabbed fistfuls of her ass before moving up her sides, over her breasts, and down her arms.
I wanted to touch every inch of her body.
I hoped she wasn’t ready to stop yet because I was far from being done. I felt like a kid in a candy store. Looking around the room, I tried to decide what I wanted to do next.
Keeping my cock inside her, I started scooting off the bed.
Laughing, Bree wrapped her arms around my neck in an attempt to hold on while I stood up. “What are you doing?”
“I want to fuck you on every surface of this room,” I said, carrying her over to the dresser. I set her down. “Is that okay with you?”
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” she quipped.
I chuckled before slipping out of her.
“Turn around and bend over,” I ordered softly.
She cocked an eyebrow but did as I said. Bree lowered her body, resting her elbows on the wooden surface, then turned her head to look at me.
The expression on her face took my breath away. Something about it made me want to fuck her and make love to her at the same time.
Heavy lidded eyes. Messy hair. Lips swollen and red from kissing.
Desire and vulnerability.
And trust.
Why did she trust me?
Maybe I should’ve questioned it, but all the blood in my body was currently occupying my lower half.
I ran my hand down the smooth skin of her back before stepping up behind her. Guiding my cock to her opening, I pushed inside, moaning at how good she felt. As I pumped my hips, Bree threw her head back and gasped.
Any control I was holding onto snapped.
Bracing one hand beside her and wrapping my other arm around her stomach, I started thrusting into her hard and fast. Every movement caused the dresser to bang against the wall.
Letting out a squeal, Bree collapsed, laying her face on the top of the dresser while her fingernails scraped at the wooden surface.
The new angle caused me to go deeper, and she whimpered. I slowed, thinking I was being too rough with her, but she pushed her ass back against me.
“Please don’t stop,” she breathed out.
Fuck. Yes.
Grabbing onto her hips, I pushed into her over and over again, feeling her tight walls stretch around me until I knew I was about to come.
Forcing myself to stop, I pulled my cock out of her and helped her stand back up.
“What are you doing? Why did you stop?” she complained breathlessly, making me chuckle.
“Oh, I’m not done yet,” I reassured her.
Gripping her around the waist, I picked her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around me. I moved us over to the wall, put her back against it, then drove up into her again. Tilting her head back, she moaned while hanging onto my neck.
I wanted to make her come a second time and I needed to see her face when it happened.
I started a steady rhythm with my hips while I began rubbing her clit with one hand and grabbing her ass with the other.
“Colton,” she gasped. “Oh my God.”
“Kiss me,” I demanded, needing to feel her lips against mine, needing to be more connected to her than I already was.
“Harder,” she begged into my mouth.
Bree’s tongue swept past my lips as I gave her what she wanted.
A minute later, her pussy clenched around me and her mouth fell open as she let out a half-gasp, half-sob.
I was glad Bree came when she did because I wasn’t going to last much longer. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I started thrusting myself up into her with so much force I thought we might make a dent in the wall.
My balls tightened and ripples of pleasure shot through my entire body as I felt my release building. My vision blurred and my hands tightened on her flesh, probably hard enough to leave bruises.
With a roar, I came inside her, emptying myself into the condom. Trying to catch my breath, I groaned into the skin on her neck while inhaling her scent.
Strawberries. Coconuts. Her.
Ruined. This girl had just completely ruined me for life.
CHAPTER 9
BRIELLE
Colton cupped my jaw, kissing me slowly. It was sweet and wonderful—so different than the rough, almost frantic sex we’d ju
st had. Before tonight, I never knew sex could be like that and I loved every second of it.
But this—the way Colton was being so gentle—allowed me to stay in the fantasy for a little longer as he kept me pressed up against the wall with his body.
With a grin, he gave my ass one last squeeze before lifting me off him so he could get rid of the condom. After tossing it in the trash he hopped back onto the bed, and I immediately missed his warmth.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. Awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other, I wondered if I should get dressed and leave. Colton made the decision for me when he grinned and patted the mattress. I sat down next to him.
Without hesitation, he scooped me into his arms and held me against his chest.
“So I have to ask,” he started, and there was a playful note in his voice. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
I giggled, still on some kind of post-sex high. “Yeah. I’d say it was pretty great. I can’t believe I actually came. Twice.”
Immediately, I wished I could take the words back. I couldn’t believe I just told him that. The only logical explanation I could come up with was that Colton had fucked me senseless.
“Do you mean to tell me you’ve never had an orgasm before?” he asked, sounding shocked.
“I mean…I have… I’ve just never been able to with someone else… I thought maybe there was something wrong with me.” I looked away, embarrassed. If the lights had been on, he would have seen my cheeks burning from the confession.
Since I’d never been able to get to the grand finale during sex, I never saw what the big fuss was about.
I could definitely see it now.
“So I gave you something no one else ever has?” His cocky tone had me glancing at him and, even in the dark, I could see the familiar confident smirk on his face.
That was the Colton I remembered, and it made me smile.
A loud crash and yelling from the other side of the wall snapped me out of the sex-stupor I was in.
“What was that?” I asked, alarmed and suddenly alert.
Colton chuckled. “That’s Champ. He lives in apartment 3 and we share a wall.” He pointed behind the headboard.
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