She didn’t get her wish. Instead, he thrust three fingers into her while still torturing her with his talented lips and tongue. The need to come rose quickly to the surface. He hadn’t told her she couldn’t come, so she didn’t hold back.
The first orgasm slammed into her with more force than she expected, taking her breath away as she luxuriated in every pulse of her clit against his relentless mouth.
Still he sucked. Harder. His fingers thrusting faster, deeper, curving upward to stroke over her G-spot.
“Oh. God. Sir…” That was all she managed before she screamed.
Colton somehow knew her body as if he’d been fucking her for years because as the intensity of that last orgasm subsided, he immediately retreated before she winced. She was wrung out. There was no chance of another. Not right now.
Thank God she was lying on the bar. He was right. If she hadn’t been, she would have collapsed to the floor.
He eased her knees together and lowered her legs so they hung off the end of the bar. His hands never left her body though, stroking up and down her torso, cupping her breasts, retreating to her hips, and back to her chest.
When he leaned over her to reverently plant soft kisses on her belly, she finally tipped her head toward him to meet his gaze. “Best sex of my life.”
He smiled and set his chin between her breasts. “Agreed.”
Too bad you live so far away. She fought against the sadness, not wanting it to dampen whatever time they had left. She wouldn’t mention it. It was like a giant elephant in the room, their impending end.
Without a word, he watched her face for a long time, his hands running up and down her body. Finally, he tugged her to sitting, wrapped his arms around her middle, and rested his head on her breasts. They stayed like this forever, only this time she was the one running her fingers through his hair and down his back.
There were no words. What could either of them say? It was late. The middle of the night. They couldn’t stay here. The sun would come up in a few hours. When did he have to go back to Savannah? She was afraid to ask, not wanting to break the spell.
Eventually, he eased his head back, cupped her face, and kissed her gently. “Do you have a car here?”
She shook her head. “No. I Uber. It’s easier.”
“Can I drive you home?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? I don’t want to make you feel pressured.”
She rolled her eyes. “You just fucked the life out of me with your mouth. Surely we’re close enough for you to drive me home.”
“Hey there, brat. Don’t get smart alecky with me. I just want you to feel safe.”
“I feel safer with you than I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“Good.” He gave her hips a squeeze and then gripped her and lifted her off the bar. He left her leaning against the stool, still unstable, as he collected their clothes. After handing her hers, he pulled his jeans back up over his hips and fastened them.
She watched as he shrugged into his black T-shirt.
He smirked at her. “You want me to drive you home naked, baby girl?”
“I don’t want this to end,” she finally said.
He frowned. “Who says it’s ending?”
“Will you stay the night?”
“If you want. I won’t pressure you. I know this was a heavy night. You might need time alone.”
She licked her lips. “I’m… This… I mean tonight…” She didn’t know what to say. Words were jumbled in her head.
He stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her naked body. His brow was furrowed as he smoothed her messy hair back from her face with one hand. “This was intense. It was also amazing. I’d like to see you again. Explore this thing. See where it takes us.”
She widened her eyes. “You mean like next year when you come?”
He flinched, frowning deeper. “Next year? Fuck no. Tomorrow. Next week. What gave you that idea?”
“You live in Savannah.”
His face slowly changed, softening. “I have homes in both cities. I come and go as I please. I have been spending most of my time in Savannah, but I have just as much work here as there.”
She blew out a deep breath she’d been holding all night.
“Shit, Devin. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you just spent the entire night thinking I was leaving.”
“Yeah. I misunderstood.”
“Totally my fault. I should have been more specific. I was so consumed with how you responded to me from the moment I arrived that I had trouble speaking.”
“I don’t think you have a problem with words, Sir.”
He gave her ass a squeeze. “Sassing me again, little girl?”
She narrowed her gaze. “How did you pin me for a brat? I’ve never been accused of that before.”
He smiled wider and shrugged. “Maybe it’s a dynamic that only exists between the two of us, but you’re an amazing submissive. I think you need to explore age play a bit more. When you sucked your thumb, I thought I was going to come in my jeans.”
She smiled, her cheeks heating. “Really? That was sexy?”
“Fuck yeah. You slid into a subspace I knew you’d never experienced before. You thrived more with every command I gave.”
“I’ll let you command me all night long if you promise to eventually fuck me properly with your cock,” she stated boldly.
He lifted his brows. “You think you can direct our sex life, little girl?”
She sobered. “No, Sir.”
“If you attempt to again, I’ll make you wait weeks for my cock. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Damn, he could make her knees weak.
He swatted her bare ass. “Put your clothes on, brat. I’m going to take you home. If you’re good, I’ll let you open the gift I got you earlier.” He stepped around her and grabbed the black bag off the bar.
She had totally forgotten its existence. Her face lit up. She felt like a kid at Christmas as she set her clothes on the bench and then went to work putting on her bra. Apropos since it would actually be Christmas in just two days. “Can I have my panties back, Sir?”
He shook his head. That damn smirk again. “Hell no.” He leaned his ass against the stool while she shrugged into her jeans and then finished by tugging her tank over her head. “You’ve got a jacket behind the bar, right? It’s going to be cold outside.”
“Yep.” She rounded the bar to grab her jacket and her purse, and then she led him to the back door, set the alarm, and locked up the bar.
“How old are you?” she asked as he led her to his black truck, a hand on the small of her back.
“Not quite old enough to be your father, thank God.” He shuddered.
She twisted to face him and wiggled her brows. “Old enough to pretend, apparently.”
He pinched her ass, making her squeak. “Brat. You have no idea.”
She didn’t, but she was curious. And what was in the black bag?
Chapter 8
When they arrived at Devin’s apartment, she was suddenly nervous. It was one thing to fuck at Corked and Tapped. It was another to bring a man home with her. She never brought guys back to her apartment. And Colton was not a guy. He was a grown man. He’d just made her beyond aware of that fact in the parking lot.
He hadn’t answered her question, but she still pinned him at close to forty. Far older than any man she’d ever dated. Or fucked. Or scened with. Maybe his age and experience were what drew her to him. He was mature in a way guys her age were not.
The only light on in the apartment was a lamp she’d left on next to the sofa. She dropped her purse on the coffee table and shrugged out of her jacket while Colton set the black bag down and pulled off his jacket too.
She had a case of nerves, and he must have sensed it because he hauled her against him and smoothed her hair back again. “Relax. Nothing happens between us that you don’t want.”
She shivered, setting her hands on his chest. “I want a lot of thing
s, but that doesn’t mean they are all good for me.”
He smiled. “Let me lead. All you have to do is follow. Do as you’re told. The only decision you have to make is to safeword if I go too far.”
“’Kay.”
He reached down for the bag and removed one of the two boxes she had discerned were inside. He held it out to her. “Go put this on and then wait for me on your bed. You have five minutes. Not enough time to think about it. Just do it. If I step into your room and you’re not dressed and on the bed, your pink bottom is going to turn bright red.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her hand was shaking as she took the package.
“Go,” he commanded, swatting her sore backside.
She fought a grin as she turned and rushed from the room. Her apartment wasn’t big. One bedroom. It wasn’t as if he would have trouble finding her. She kicked off her shoes as she made her way through her bedroom and was already half-undressed when she reached the closet, dropping her clothes on the floor as she went.
She waited until she was naked to open the box, her mind racing with the possibilities. Since he’d purchased the items at Girls’ Night In, next door to Corked and Tapped, logic would have it that whatever was in the box was lingerie since she was expected to wear it. On the other hand, it could also be a blindfold or nipple clamps or any number of wearable items.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the box.
What was inside shocked her and left her frozen for a moment, unprepared. Finally, she set the box on the dresser and lifted out the matching pink outfit. Adult-sized, full-cut panties like a little girl would wear and a matching tank top. Both were pastel pink and covered with Care Bears.
Age play.
Colton had decided far earlier in the evening that she was going to be into age play. She hadn’t realized anything of the sort at that point. He’d called her a brat. He’d referred to her as his baby girl. But until he’d instructed her to suck her thumb, she hadn’t considered playing a role younger than her real age.
“Put them on, baby girl.” His deep voice made her jerk her gaze up to find him leaning in the doorway. Completely casual. Feet crossed. Fingers in his pockets. “Time is way past up.”
She held the two garments in her hands, uncertainty filling her with trepidation. It was one thing to suck her thumb in the heat of a scene. It was an entirely different matter to intentionally dress as a little girl.
Colton lifted a brow. “Devin…”
“Sir, I’m uncertain about this role you think I’m capable of.”
“I know you are, baby girl, but I want you to trust me. Put the panties and top on. They’re just clothes. I’m not asking you to run a needle through your nipple.”
She shuddered, her offended nipples stiffening. She took a long deep breath. What could it hurt? Maybe he was right. Maybe she would thrive in this role. He seemed confident enough for both of them.
He stepped more fully into her bedroom, sauntering slowly her direction. When he reached her, he took the clothes from her hands. “Arms up.”
She lifted her arms above her head, letting him slide the tank top onto her body. It was tight across her chest, making her nipples stand out between the Care Bears.
Next, Colton kneeled in front of her, holding the panties open. “Step in.”
She obeyed him again, balancing herself with her hands on his shoulders. She could do this. It was harmless. Maybe it was kinkier than anything she’d ever considered, but what if he was right and she found out something about herself she’d never known?
He pulled the panties up her legs and over her sore bottom. They were ridiculously high. She hadn’t worn anything like them since she was about four years old. And that was the point.
He smoothed his hands up and down her sides as he rose in front of her. “How do you feel?”
“I’m not sure yet, Sir. Nervous.”
“You didn’t mind being stripped naked for me or spanked. Why are you so hesitant to try age play?” He slid his hands up to cup her face.
She flushed, crossing her arms under her chest as she shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. I guess it concerns me if you’d rather have sex with a child.”
“Ah.” He narrowed his eyes. “That’s not it at all. Not even close. I’ve never for one second thought of you as anything but a sexy grown adult woman. It’s role-play. Nothing more. I’ve never dabbled in age play myself, but I’m taking my cues from you.”
She flinched, her gaze widening. “From me?”
“Yep. You’re the one who spent the evening indirectly telling me who you are and what you need. I just followed your lead.”
“And what did I do to make you think I wanted to pretend to be a little girl?”
He smoothed her hair back. She found she loved it when he did that. “First it was the brattiness, and then the whining. My favorite was when you stuck your tongue out at me.”
She bit her lip and then released it. “You saw that?”
“Yep.”
Maybe she had spent the evening giving him these signals. Subconscious desire? She certainly hadn’t expected to end up with him in her apartment tonight. At the most, she’d hoped he might dominate her in the back room before they went their separate ways.
If she were honest with herself, she had to admit she’d tested him all night. Tempted him. Taunted him to make this exact move. And here she was.
“Let yourself relax, baby girl. Have fun with it. If you don’t like the role, we won’t do it again. If you do like it, we’ll explore it further.”
She nodded. “Okay, Sir.” When she glanced down again, she swallowed, feeling decidedly young in this little girl outfit. The way he touched her made her feel cherished. The panties and tank top caused her to turn control over to him. Maybe he was right. It felt good to let someone else dictate her every move, pretending she wasn’t old enough to make her own choices.
“Get on the bed, baby girl. On your back.”
She slid out of his grip and padded to her bed, situating herself in the center, propped up against a pile of pillows. She even bent her knees and set her heels several inches apart.
Colton returned to the doorway and grabbed the black bag she hadn’t noticed before. Right. There was still another box in it. She bit her lower lip again.
He held it out as he climbed up next to her. “It’s like an early Christmas for you.” He had no idea that his two unconventional gifts would be the only ones she got this year. Her parents were older and lived in northern California. She didn’t have the money to go home, nor did she have the time. She needed to work every hour she could to make money to pay her rent. Her parents had sent her a check, something they did every year. Also helpful.
She sat up, crossing her legs like the little girl she was playing, almost giggling at the vision of herself dressed in the babyish cotton panties and top.
“Open it.”
“This better not be a diaper, because that’s going way too far,” she warned as the thought occurred to her.
He shook his head. “That’s too far out of my comfort zone too, baby girl. Not going there.”
Her hands were shaking as she took the top off the box. After the last gift she’d opened, she was hesitant. This time he would be watching her initial reaction.
Inside the box were a small, pink, stuffed Care Bear and an adult-sized binky, also with a Care Bear on it.
Colton smoothed her hair back again and then cupped her face. “Something to hold on to and something to occupy your mouth instead of your thumb while I make you writhe.”
She picked the two baby items up. The Care Bear was soft and somehow comforting. She held it against her chest while Colton opened the binky and then he popped it in her mouth. “Lie back. Let yourself relax into the role. I know it’s unexpected, but it suits you.”
She felt her face transform into a pout as she leaned back against the pillows. A pout. Like she was four. And lightning didn’t strike.
Almost instantly, she felt
relaxed. Colton leaned on his side on one hip next to her, stroking her arms and legs. “That’s a good girl. Just let yourself feel. I bet if I touched your panties right now, I would find my baby girl’s pussy soaking wet.”
She sucked on the pacifier, enjoying the way it emulated his cock. Not nearly as large, of course, but still soothing in a weird way.
Finally, Colton slid down the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He trailed a finger up and down the crotch of her panties, tormenting her pussy through the wet cotton.
His hands soon slid up to push her tank top over her breasts, exposing her and driving her arousal higher.
Colton took his time touching her everywhere, bringing her body back to the heightened state it had been in an hour ago in the bar. He waited until she was writhing under him to remove his clothes. And then he shocked her by taking away the four babyish items he’d given her. First he popped the binky free and then he snagged the Care Bear. Her shirt was pulled over her head and then her panties lowered off.
Staring down at her naked and squirming body, he rolled on a condom. When he dropped over her body, his cock lining up with her needy pussy, he settled his elbows next to her head and held her face. “The age play suits you. It helps you relax. It puts you in a state of mind. But right now, I want to fuck the grown woman. That okay with you?”
She smiled at him. “I’d like that, Sir.”
He held her gaze, his expression intense. “We have a connection,” he commented as he stroked her hair.
She nodded, unable to respond.
“I hope you’re interested in exploring this further. I’m really into you.”
She licked her lips. “I’d like that, Sir.”
Before she could finish the title, he thrust into her, taking her breath away. Her eyes rolled back, and she wrapped her arms and legs around his huge frame. It seemed as if he fit her.
She could not imagine where this relationship might go, but she would thank her lucky stars that she happened to be working tonight when Colton Frayser came in to purchase a whiskey he had no intention of consuming.
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