Filthy Beautiful Love

by Kendall Ryan

  A shaky breath shudders across her lips. "What about a condom," she murmurs.

  I pull back and resume teasing her by rubbing my dick against her. "Tonight I want to fuck you with my mouth. And if you’re good, tomorrow I’ll fuck you with my cock."

  "And the day after that?"

  "If you can still stand, yes."

  She inhales sharply. "And will you fuck my ass?"

  Goddamn. Hearing those erotic words fall from her perfect lips causes a drop of liquid to leak from my tip. "Not yet, beautiful. Soon, but not yet. I’ll know when you’re ready for more."

  "Oh."

  "If I do it too soon I’ll hurt you," I explain.

  "You’ll hurt me?"

  "I won’t hurt you. Not on purpose. But your ass is really tight." I give her ass cheek a playful smack.

  She smirks up at me in challenge.

  I spank her again, sharper this time and am rewarded with a satisfying crack and a gasp of breath as Sophie inhales.

  She might think she’s in control – giving herself to me this way – but I’m about to show her that I’m still very much in charge.

  I lean into her, kissing the twin dimples in her lower back in that damn sexy spot just above her ass.

  Moving lower, I plant my face at the juncture between her thighs.

  She momentarily stiffens, realizing that my face is pretty much buried in her ass.

  "Colton…" she whines. Her tone is unsure, hesitant and she fights against me, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

  "Don’t," I warn and pull her hips back toward me. She has no reason to be self-conscious around me. I want to worship her pussy with my mouth. I could stay here for hours and it wouldn’t be long enough. My hands firmly hold her hips in place as my tongue sweeps out and licks her from top to bottom. She releases a soft groan and stops trying to pull away.

  She tastes sweet, like candy, and I indulge, not letting up my rhythm against her clit until her moans of pleasure are loud enough to wake the neighbors.

  "Colton!" she cries out again and again.

  She’s right there, at that beautiful moment right before her orgasm crashes through her. I plunge two fingers deep inside and feel her squeeze around me.

  Suddenly it’s no longer just about watching her come undone, I want her to come harder than she ever has in her life and know it’s because of me.

  She pushes her ass back, grinding against my fingers and a vision of her riding my dick flashes through my mind.

  "That’s it, baby. Let go." My teeth sink into the fleshy cheek of her perfect ass and my fingers curl upward to that sensitive spot inside.

  Sophie comes undone, repeating my name again and again as she gasps for breath and clamps down on my fingers.

  Her body trembles with the intensity of her release, and I pull her up from her prone position, cradling her in my arms and kissing her neck, her forehead, her lips.

  "Shit, that was hot, baby."

  "Colton…" she murmurs again. Her blue eyes are hazy and unfocused and she’s panting like she just ran a marathon. "It’s never been like that."

  "That’s because it’s me and you," I say, meaning every word. We share an undeniable connection that goes much deeper than the physical. I don’t know if it’s because of all those weeks we spent living together, getting to know each other and all but ignoring the explosive chemistry between us, but it's intense and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

  Our lips meet in a rush of hungry kisses. Sophie’s hands fumble down my body, tracing my abs and moving lower until she finds my hard cock. She teases me at first, her fingertips exploring me, her nails scrapping lightly against my skin, her delicate hand cupping my balls. I grunt when she grips me and begins lazily stroking up and down. I push my hips up to meet her strokes.

  "Harder, baby." I show her what I like, tightening my hand around hers and begin to pump faster.

  Her lips momentarily still against mine as though she’s concentrating on finding the rhythm. When she does, pleasure rips through my body and I move my hand to the back of her neck.

  "Feels so fucking good," I groan, pushing my hands into her hair and bringing her mouth back to mine.

  While our tongues collide and explore, Sophie uses both hands to stroke my length up and down until I’m ready to explode.

  "Soph," I grunt. "You’re gonna make me come…"

  She bows her head and takes me into the warm cavern of her mouth, suckling against the head of my dick. It’s unexpected and hot that she wants to taste me and I can’t hold back a second longer. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I erupt in a stream of incoherent curses and empty myself into her mouth.

  Sophie lets out a low moan and swallows every drop.

  "Damn baby." I stare at her in stunned disbelief. I can’t believe she just did that.

  She smiles shyly and drops her eyes to my softening cock, then gives him a gentle pat.

  "I’m glad you decided against being friends." I stroke her hair back from her face and kiss her lips.

  "You knew that would never work, didn’t you?"

  "I knew it wasn’t what I wanted, but I was willing to try if that was the only way to have you in my life." It’s the honest truth.

  She gazes up at me, her eyes shining bright with longing. "I want everything."

  "I do too, sweet Sophie. I do too."

  I rise to my feet, cradling her in my arms. "Come on, let’s go to bed."

  "What about our clothes?" She peers down at the heap of discarded clothes and undergarments decorating my office floor.

  "It’ll give the housekeepers something to gossip about."

  She lays her head against my shoulder, lets out a contented sigh, and lets me carry her up the stairs.

  Chapter Six

  Sophie

  When I wake in the morning, Colton is already up and gone from the bed. Glancing at the clock, I realize it' ten after seven, and since it’s a Monday, I assume he’s gotten up to get ready for work.

  Wanting to see him before he starts his day, I climb from the bed and venture downstairs wearing only the t-shirt of his that I slept in. The warm cotton is soft against my skin and reminds me there are so many tiny things I missed about him. A happy smile plays at the edges of my mouth.

  I find him in the kitchen, dressed in a dark suit, crisp white shirt, and a navy blue tie. His feet are still bare. He looks delicious. Maybe I’ll just have him for breakfast.

  His eyes lift to mine and he sets his cell phone down on the island. "Aren’t you a pretty sight." His gaze wanders along the curves visible under the t-shirt, before lingering on my bare legs. "Come here."

  His simple command tightens my body with anticipation. I cross the kitchen and stop in front of him. "Did you sleep okay?" I ask, reaching out to fix his tie.

  "Like a fucking rock." He plants a kiss to my temple. "Thank God you’re back."

  I wrap my arms around his waist and exhale softly as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. Seeing him all buttoned up in his suit and tie makes me want to mess him up, undress him and do naughty things – right here in the kitchen.

  "You said today was the day…" I lift my face into his neck and whisper against his ear, letting the words linger between us. The promise of sex later has my body entirely too aware of his nearness, his scent.

  Colton’s mouth tugs up in a playful smirk. "Fuck, Soph…"

  I toy with the hem of my t-shirt and see his gaze drop south. Dressed in just an old gray t-shirt, and I’ve never felt sexier. I lift the shirt, revealing the fact I’m not wearing any panties, when Colton suddenly clears his throat, looking uncomfortable.

  "What?" I ask.

  He releases a sigh. "Marta’s here."

  Disappointment courses through me and I almost groan in frustration. I drop the hem of the shirt, covering myself once again and peek around Colton to the kitchen window, which has a direct view of the driveway. Her little red sports car is parked in the drive, but she’s nowhere to be found.
Weird.

  "I’m going to get dressed," I say and leave him in the kitchen. Call me old fashioned, but when one of Colton’s employees is here, I figure I should at least be wearing panties. I draw the line at removing his t-shirt though and just add undergarments and a pair of yoga pants before heading back downstairs.

  I run into Marta in the hall outside of one of the guest rooms.

  "Sophie?" She sounds surprised and her eyebrows rise as she takes me in.

  "Hi." I peek around her and see several suitcases in the guest room and stray articles of clothing on the bed. What in the hell? I don’t understand what’s going on, but rather than stay and chat with Marta, I want to talk to Colton. I head straight for the kitchen.

  "Marta looks pretty cozy upstairs."

  "She’s going to be staying here," he says, without further explanation.

  "Why? Doesn’t she have her own place?" If he gives me some speech about companionship or the house being empty, I am going to lose it. I was already suspicious about what all their relationship entailed and after his marriage fiasco I couldn’t handle anymore bombshells of information being dropped on me at the moment.

  "She has a rat infestation in her building and her condo is being restored. It’s just for a few days or so."

  Rats? Ew. "Okay."

  "What’s wrong? You seem upset."

  "She just seemed surprised to see me here, like she didn’t know I was back in the picture."

  He shrugs. "You just came back yesterday. I haven’t gotten around to telling her yet."

  His response makes sense, I just don’t like the idea that with Colton newly single, Marta’s wasted no time in moving herself in. And judging by the three giant suitcases she brought with her, she’s planning on being here for more than just a couple of days.

  Marta chooses that exact moment to enter the kitchen and help herself to a coffee mug from the cupboard. I know it’s irrational, but her familiarity with this man and his home bugs me. "Ready for work, boss? We can ride in together." She treats him to a wide smile.

  Colton gives me a peck on the lips and his eyes implore mine to let it go before he turns to face Marta. "Actually, I figured we’d probably be working different hours, so we’d drive in separate."

  "No, that’s okay. I don’t mind if you have to work late, I’m game for whatever. Plus, it’ll be a good time for us to catch up. I can bring you up to speed on the renovations I have planned for the pool house."

  "What renovations to the pool house?" I inquire.

  "Colton didn’t tell you?"

  I shake my head.

  "One of the pumps malfunctioned and the pool house flooded. I’ve taken over redecorating it since … never mind." Marta smiles coyly, sharing a secret look with Colt.

  "Since what?" I ask.

  She shrugs. "Since Stella is the one who decorated it and I didn’t think the purple and gold décor went with Colton’s taste, I figured it was time for a makeover."

  Colton slides his warm palm against my limp one, a gesture meant to calm and reassure me. I have no idea why I’m acting so territorial over a man I’m not even sure is mine, but seeing Marta here this morning has all my senses on high alert. If I am going to have an actual relationship with Colton, I need the women of his past to stop showing up here unannounced. I make a mental note to ask Colton for details about his relationship with Marta.

  I stand near the front door in my pajamas and watch as Colton and Marta climb into her little red sports car. They pull out of the gated driveway and onto the road and the sound of blaring music lingers until they disappear from sight.

  I sigh and shut the door. My new life is going to take some getting used to.

  Chapter Seven

  Colton

  As a successful entrepreneur who runs two companies, who regularly deals with top executives and negotiates with fierce competitors, I find it almost laughable how worked-up one small girl, dressed only in my t-shirt can get me. As Marta drives my thoughts drift to Sophie, as they often do.

  I type out a text message to her.

  I miss you already.

  Her reply is almost instant.

  Miss you more.

  I smile and type out my reply. We’ll have fun tonight.

  You promise?

  Her response makes me chuckle.

  All you can handle, sweetness.

  "So, Sophie’s back?" Marta asks, adjusting the volume of the radio down and pulling my attention away from my phone.

  I’m detecting a hint of jealously stewing between them – something I need to put a stop to right the fuck now.

  "Yes, she’s moved back in – for good, I hope."

  Marta lowers her sunglasses and looks over at me. "Wow. That’s a big step."

  "Indeed," I confirm. "I’m crazy about her, Marta, and I need to know that you understand that. You and I have a complicated past, but that’s where it needs to stay – in the past."

  "I see." I detect a hint of disappointment in her voice.

  I can’t say I’m surprised by her reaction, I’ve long suspected she’s wanted more with me.

  "I value you as a friend, and an employee, but Sophie’s a game changer for me. In fact, I’m finally dealing with Stella."

  "I get it, Colt." Her voice takes on a slightly exasperated tone. "Things were over between us long before Sophie came into the picture. And I’m a big girl. I can deal."

  "I know you can. Thank you for that." I’m glad that she seems to understand. The last thing I’d want is for things to get weird between her and Sophie. Or between her and I for that matter.

  "Besides, it was only a few times," she remarks.

  We both gaze out at the road and I sense that she’s recalling the few times we were intimate with vivid detail.

  "It’s in the past," I confirm. I just hope it stays there. Marta doesn’t respond. "It’s all but forgotten, right?"

  She lets out a short chuckle. "I wouldn’t go that far, Colton. I don’t think I’ll forget anytime soon that you’re the biggest man I’ve ever been with or how harsh and commanding you can be when you’re aroused."

  Our encounters aren’t as memorable in my recollections. I only recall that in the months after Stella left, I was depressed and lonely. Marta was there and willing and I allowed her to take the edge off a few times, but we never had sex. "I’m serious about this, Marta. If you make things difficult for Sophie, or if you dredge up things from the past..."

  She turns to me sharply. "Relax, boss. Leave me with my fond memories and I promise not to say anything."

  We share a tense ride to work and I make a mental note to tell Sophie everything tonight when I return home. Now that she’s back and trusting in me to do the right thing, I won’t have something so inconsequential ruining our progress.

  ***

  The day drags by at a snail’s pace as I anticipate my evening with Sophie. My brothers break up the afternoon by surprising me with lunch. Things at work have been so busy that I’ve been pushing off our weekly lunch date. Today they take no chances, bursting into my office with my assistant trailing behind them apologetically.

  "They just barged in, sir," he says, looking troubled.

  "It’s okay, David."

  My assistant, David, is a bit of a nerdy and frail type, and I got the sense he’s overwhelmed in the presence of my brothers. But he’s the best assistant I’ve ever had so I won’t admonish him for the interruption.

  "You’ve gotta eat," Pace says, holding up a bag of takeout from one of my favorite sushi restaurants. "And I need an update on what’s going on with sweet Sophie."

  He had flown to Italy with me on a whim, so perhaps I did owe him an update. "Is there a spicy tuna roll in that bag?" I ask.

  He nods and begins removing the containers of food.

  I join him and Collins at the large marble table in the center of my office.

  "So?" Collins ask. "Was your impromptu trip to Italy wasted? Or did you get the girl?

  "Sophie’s mo
ved back in," I confirm.

  "Fuck yeah." Pace’s wide smile lights up his entire face. He’s always worn his emotions directly on his sleeve. It’s both a blessing and curse. He’s a real estate developer, so his gregarious personality often helps him win over clients, but can be a hindrance when he’s negotiating big deals. All the cards are face up on the table with him. You can see every fleeting thought passing through his brain.

  "And Stella?" Collins asks.

  My older brother has been riding me for years about divorcing her. Even though he’s only two years older, he’s always acted more like a father-figure to both me and Pace. "I signed the papers."

  Pace jumps to his feet. "Holy fucking shit! We need some goddamn champagne up in this bitch."

  "Sit the fuck down," I grumble, but am unable to hide the crooked smile lifting one corner of my mouth. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s about fucking time."

  "I’m so fucking glad Sophie’s in your life," Collins says, helping himself to some of the pickled ginger on my plate. It's obvious he attributes her presence in my life to this change. And of course, he's right.

  "We need to celebrate, bro. Seriously," Pace says.

  "It’s not a horrible idea. A big bash to mark your freedom from the mega bitch," Collins says, chewing thoughtfully.

  "Drop it, boys. I’ve signed the papers and sent them over to my lawyer. That’s celebration enough." No need to celebrate the anal raping my bank account is getting just to pay her to go away.

  We eat in comfortable silence for several minutes. At the lull in conversation, my mind automatically wanders to Sophie and what will happen tonight when I get home.

  "Marta’s single, right?" Pace asks, popping a piece of sushi into his mouth.

  "Why do you ask?" I inquire, folding a napkin across my lap.

  "She looks like she could use a good hard ride." He grins.

  I set down my chopsticks. "Don’t fuck my employees. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"