Thunder (Big D Escort Service Book 1)

by Summers, Willow

  Her eyes snapped open. “No!”

  But he’d taken away one pleasure only to give another. She sucked in a breath at the awesome display of delicious muscle as he took off his shirt. Working quickly, she stripped the rest of her own clothes off, eager and ready when he lowered back down. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, purring with delight as his hard body settled onto hers.

  “I can’t wait any longer, baby,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. “I need to be inside you now.”

  “That sounds so sexy when you say it.”

  His tip prodded her opening. She found his lips. He thrust, and her world burst into color.

  She let her head fall back and focused on the sensations, so sharp they cut. So glorious. She rolled her lower half, moving his big tool within her. He felt so good. So, so good.

  He started a rhythm, hard and deep. She rolled and tilted upward, meeting his downward plunge. The tightness in her middle burned and coiled tighter, pushing her toward the edge of a cliff, almost unpleasantly high. All she needed was one good push, and she would plummet into an orgasm that would knock her senseless.

  “Yes, Colton. A little more.”

  He rolled and sat up, pulling her on top of him. With one strong arm he held her to him, and the other dropped between them to massage her clit. She bucked, suddenly out of control. Moving wildly. Gyrating and sitting and rolling. Frantic.

  “Holy shit, Maddie. Fuck, Maddie.” Colton must’ve lost control too. He rammed upward into her, hitting a new height. Pushing her higher still. His fingers worked magic, flicking and rubbing, and holy shit she was on the edge. Right fucking there.

  She slapped him across the face for no reason, he grunted and crushed her to his chest, and suddenly she had blastoff. The mother of all orgasms rolled through her, shaking her body, lighting her up like the Fourth of fucking July. She sat and shuddered and rolled and dug her nails into his shoulders. He put continuous pleasure on her nub, making it just a bit better. Making her scream just a bit louder.

  He groaned and shook against her, orgasming with her. Pleasure battered her. Tossed her around. Grabbed on and pulled her down to a place until she was immersed in it. In him. There was no holding back. No reserving a part of herself. She gave it her everything, and sank into the glory of the feeling.

  Twenty

  Colton barely held on to her as the strength left his body, along with what felt like all his bodily fluids. He collapsed around her, his head against her shoulder. She shuddered again, then another little one—aftershocks. He’d fucked her so good she was having aftershocks, the unicorn of orgasms.

  That felt amazing.

  He’d always taken pride in pleasing women, but this was the first time it had made him feel this way. Like he was doing his duty and taking care of her.

  “I can sleep in for a little while tomorrow,” he said, taking a chance. “Do you mind if I stay?”

  “I think I’ll take the day off,” she said, her arms draped across his shoulders. “So you can stay all day.”

  He smiled and tipped them. They fell into a heap. Neither made a move to reposition. “I have a photo shoot at one.”

  “Do you pose like Zoolander?”

  He chuckled. “No. Mostly just flex.”

  “Even better.” She sighed. “So I’ll wake up with you tomorrow?”

  “Yes. You’re stuck with me.”

  “I’m a sound sleeper, so if you sneak out like last time, I won’t notice. You have an ejector cord should you get cold feet.”

  “There’s not much else I’d rather do than wake up next to a beautiful woman.”

  “Hmm,” she said, turning enough to find his lips with hers. “You say the sweetest things.”

  He didn’t mention that he’d basically been trained to say them. It was better to keep quiet about that and let her think he was a god.

  “You did it again, by the way,” she said sleepily. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you actually topped last time. This is the best ever. I’m too tired to function. I assume things will level out next time.”

  “You’re giving me a next time, then. That’s good,” he said softly.

  “And also taking off the pressure. You’re welcome.”

  He laughed, and a moment later, she was sound asleep.

  A slice of hard light cut across the far wall when Colton blinked his eyes open. He immediately registered the heat and soft skin pressing against the front of his body. His hand was already draped across her, and he stroked his palm across her stomach as he nuzzled her neck. She moaned softly and turned, giving him more access.

  He cupped one of her full, perky breasts and manipulated the nipple, which budded quickly. She moaned again as he rocked his hips forward, his tender shaft sliding against her wetness. He wanted nothing more than to thrust into her tight warmth, nothing between them.

  As if hearing his thoughts, she said, “Have you been tested recently?”

  How did she make awkward subjects seem so common place? It was a rare gift.

  “Yes.” He pulled back and pushed forward again, gliding against her slippery warmth. “When I decided to get out of the escort service. I wanted to be sure.”

  “I have, too. Because I’m paranoid.” She arched and reached back like a cat stretching in the sun. Her firm, round butt pushed against him, and she squeezed her legs shut, trapping his cock tightly against her slit. “I’m on birth control that will last another three years. I trust you if you trust me.”

  With most women, his answer would’ve been an immediate nope. He didn’t trust anyone. Not when there was a chance of new life accidentally entering the picture.

  But she wasn’t most women. He reached around her, positioned himself, and thrust, entering her completely bare. He groaned with how damn good it felt. Tight and wet and warm. Holy shit, it had been a long time since he’d been with a woman without protection. He’d forgotten how absolutely awesome it felt.

  “Yes, Colton,” she purred, running her fingers down the back of his head while pushing her lower half into him. Her flexibility was hot. “Go nice and slow.”

  He massaged her clit and felt her insides clamp around him. Slow might be tough. He slid his hands up to her breasts, reveling in the softness of her skin, and played with them as he continued to pull out and push back in. The sensations were unreally good.

  “Mmm.” Her fingers ran over his shoulder, and then she took her hand back and widened her legs in order to massage herself.

  A wave of urgency came over him, jolting through his body. He thrust hard, pumping into her. Abandoning her breast, he grabbed her hip and did it again, gritting his teeth to keep control. To attempt to go slow like she wanted.

  Her sounds didn’t form words. She jerked her hips back, impaling herself. Rubbing her clit. Getting off on him.

  She was so fucking hot.

  He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She wasted no time in swinging her leg over his hip and sitting down on his throbbing cock. They both groaned as she cupped her breasts and dropped her head back, rocking against him.

  All he could do was watch in erotic fascination as she sped up, her movements silky and smooth yet urgent. Eyes closed, face a mask of absolute pleasure, she was clearly losing herself to him. Letting go of her inhibitions and existing solely in the moment. He could see it like he could feel it. And he was doing the same. His focus narrowed until it was only her and him and their bodies joined together.

  Her splayed fingers drifted down her flat stomach before one settled on her nub and the other hand reached around her body. His eyes rolled back in his head when he felt that firm touch on his balls, massaging as she rose and sat. Rose and sat.

  He gripped her hips for something to hold on to. For a ground in the storm of sensation. She swirled her hips and he groaned, breathing hard. She rocked forward, swirled again, and then sat down, hard.

  “Oh fuck, baby.” He thrust upward erratically. Completely lost. “Oh
fuck. Oh fuck.” He sounded ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it. The woman was like a pleasure machine, and the setting was on blow your fucking mind.

  He watched her finger rub. Her breasts bounce. Her eyes flutter as her insides squeezed him tighter. “Yes, baby, take yourself all the way.”

  Sweat coated their bodies. He was flexed from head to toe, the pressure so intense he was about to blow.

  “Come inside me, Colton,” she said in a breathy voice, arched and tense, probably on the verge. “Come with me, baby.”

  Boom went the fucking dynamite!

  An intense wave of orgasm rolled through him. He exploded into her, filling her with his seed. Claiming her as his. Who knew that being bare would make it ten times more gratifying?

  He kept pumping, riding the wave. Clutching her hips. Howling like a fool.

  As the last shudder left his body, she collapsed onto him. He could feel her heart hammering as she heaved against his chest, trying to get air. He ran his hands up her smooth back and then around her, holding her tight.

  “That’s it,” she said softly. “We’ll have to get married. This is too good to ever stop. I realize this means I’ll have to sign a contract, change my name, lose my shoes, chain myself to the kitchen—or the house or whatever the fuck—and probably share you with eight other wives, but I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep having these orgasms.”

  “You talk some shit, you know that?” he said, laughing.

  She pushed herself onto her elbows, looking down at him. Makeup was smeared under one eye, which was strange, since yesterday she hadn’t looked like she was wearing any, and her hair looked like it had fought a windstorm and lost. In that moment, he fell a little more in love, because she looked more beautiful than he’d ever seen her. She glowed radiantly. Confident and cute and sexy as all hell.

  Unbelievably, his cock started to stiffen. He wanted her again already.

  “What do you think about break—” She tilted her head and a little smile curled her lips. Her hips rolled over him. “Again?”

  “I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful it hurts my eyes.”

  Her smile brightened. “Today I want you to say nothing but the wrong thing. All day.”

  “I won’t see you for part of the day.” He pulled out and thrust, fully hard somehow, and needing another big O.

  “Mmm. Then you’ll have to text me dick pics.”

  “You’re into those?” he asked. “I can’t believe I am fucking you and having a conversation. This is great. Multitasking at its finest.” He thrust harder, owning it.

  She giggled and straightened up, running her fingers through her hair and rolling her whole body like a dance. He cupped her breasts as they started moving faster.

  “Dick pics are definitely the wrong thing,” she said, her head falling back.

  “So, let me get this straight. You don’t want a dick pic delivered to your phone while you’re in a board meeting?” He was out of breath, thrusting and talking, but he was making it work like a champ.

  “Maybe if you can get your face and chest in it. Actually, just your face and flexed chest. That’s the part a lady likes. Unless the guy’s face is fugly, in which case, the hot chest and a brown bag for a face. But you’re super handsome, so you can leave off the bag.”

  He laughed and lost steam, getting off track with her movements. A moment later, they were synced up again, the thrusting slick and slippery and messy as hell. So hot.

  He nearly threw her onto the bed so he could go at her doggy style, but before he got there, she reached around to cup his balls, and all of a sudden, he was exploding without warning. Like he was being electrocuted, he tensed and shuddered with his teeth clenched together.

  A loud pounding on the wall overshadowed Madison’s moaning.

  “You guys have got to be done, because this is getting ridiculous,” Janie’s muffled voice sounded through the wall.

  Madison started laughing and slumped over him. “This reminds me of college.”

  “Breakfast?” Colton asked, struggling to sit up and wrap her in his arms.

  “Yes, though I have no idea what I have.”

  They were in the kitchen, Colton looking through the fridge and Madison making coffee with some fancy press thing, when Janie trudged out looking haggard and grumpy. Her eye had turned a deep blue, but the swelling was letting up. A dark splotch showed on her jaw and her cheek was bruised.

  The sight of her bit into him, reminding him of Cheryl’s attack.

  “No one stopped to help you?” Colton asked, straightening up from the fridge.

  “The asshole enticed me to follow him behind the dumpster so he could talk to me. I’m always so stupid around him. Always. I hate myself for it. But yeah, no one could see me. Despite all the damage, this didn’t take that long. He just punches really hard.”

  She lifted up her shirt, showing them the deep blue bruises spread across her ribs. “He loves punching the ribs because they withstand the most damage. He punches hard, but not hard enough to break anything, thankfully. He punched me in the stomach once, but I threw up, so that was the last of that.”

  Madison stared at her friend with a pained look. “Why didn’t you ever tell me? I knew he wasn’t good to you, but I had no idea.”

  Janie shrugged. “Because I was ashamed. And because you’d probably hire a team of lawyers and get him thrown in jail. I’m stupid around him, I told you.”

  “But this is the last of it, right?” Madison’s voice was hard and firm. “This is it. Because otherwise I will hire someone, but it won’t be a lawyer. It will be a gang of mercenaries.”

  Janie raised her hands before bending to put her chin on the counter like a child. “It’s done. I’m done, promise. I can’t very well date someone like that asshole when guys like Colton exist, can I?”

  Colton put his hand to the side of his mouth in a faux-whisper. “There are better guys than me. Just don’t tell Maddie.”

  “So that nickname is a solid go, huh?” Janie said. “Color me shocked. What are you guys doing today, since it is past time for Madison to go to work and she is still here. Hanging around?”

  Colton checked the time. Ten o’clock. They’d slept in late.

  Madison shrugged, her gaze darting to him and then away.

  “Well, if you’re having sex, go to Colton’s house. Or do it in your car. It’s gross. I’m sick of hearing it.”

  Colton turned back to the fridge as Madison muttered, “Awkward.”

  “She can stay at my house tonight, if she wants,” Colton said nonchalantly.

  “She does,” Janie said. “Get something out of there and shut the door, dummy. You’re wasting electricity and the bill is in my name.”

  “It is?” Madison stopped in the act of coffee making. “Since when?”

  “For, like, a year. Is that what it means to have too much money for your own good? You stop noticing bills?”

  Madison just blinked at her, clearly still thinking.

  Colton grabbed out some eggs and anything that would work in an omelet as the girls started to argue about who should be paying the bill. His mind drifted toward his feelings for Madison. To his desire to keep her in his life. But one glaring issue stood in his way.

  His family.

  He hadn’t introduced a girl to that bunch of clowns in years. It always went horribly. No one was good enough for him in their eyes, especially not the gold diggers he supposedly brought around. Even nice girls couldn’t make it past them.

  He thought about the upcoming family dinner that his mom was trying to push on him. In a split second, he’d made up his mind. He’d host. And he’d invite Maddie to it.

  He looked at her laughing and arguing with Janie and hoped against hope that she was as different as she seemed. That someone might finally get past the roadblock of his mother.

  Twenty-One

  “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Madison asked Janie, who was sitting where she always
did, at the kitchen island. Janie had her earbuds in, listening to an audio book with a glass of water by her side. It was four o’clock in the afternoon and Madison was expected at Colton’s place within the next hour. He wanted her there by five at the latest in case any of his family came early—which he said they were sure to do.

  She was meeting his family.

  So soon.

  She was terrified, because he sounded nervous.

  It didn’t matter to her that things were moving really fast. After the last five years of pining for passion, she’d decided just to run with what came. She and Colton had passion in spades, and if it didn’t work out in the end, at least it would be a wild ride.

  But meeting his family was a whole different ball of wax.

  “Yes, I will be fine,” Janie said, not taking out her earbuds.

  “What are you going to eat?”

  “Oh my God, get out of here.”

  “Shut up. I’m worried about you. You look like a monster, and people tend to hunt monsters down and kill them. This is a valid concern.”

  Janie slammed her palm down on the counter and tapped her phone with the other hand, turning the book off for a moment. “I am in a really good part, and you are annoying the shit out of me. Go. I’ll order pizza or eat a frozen burrito. You look gorgeous, you’ll have a great time, yippee hurrah, you’re in love. Bye.”

  “I am not in love,” Madison muttered, putting her hand to her hip. Her stomach fluttered and it was hard to breathe.

  “Yes, that is exactly the look I was expecting, liar. Now go. You’re annoying.”

  “His family is going to be there, though—” A knock at the door cut her off.

  A huge expanse of shoulder and a distorted head showed through the peephole. Throwing the lock, she found a gorgeous and built man leaning against the metal banister.

  Actually, leaning was the wrong word. Lounging was a better description. He could’ve been on a cruise ship for how relaxed he looked.

  “Hello?” she said, because even though she had opened the door, and now stood staring at him with raised eyebrows, clearly wondering why he was gracing the stoop of her apartment, he hadn’t offered anything but a mouthwatering smile.