Keep It Together

chapter Five

Colt had Chrissie against the hotel room door as soon as it closed behind them. Once they got into the elevator, he’d been unable to keep his hands off her, and now that they were in his room, in private… “This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned this to happen.” The words rumbled up from his throat when he broke away from her mouth and trailed his lips down her neck.

“Y-you had a plan?”

“Mmm. Hmm. I had a plan.” He planted his lips against the pulse beating wildly in her neck. It fluttered against his tongue, and when he lifted her up on her toes with his knee between her thighs, it fluttered even more. “I’d planned to come back in a couple of weeks and ask you out again. Call you. Keep coming back until I’d worn you down.”

“S-so this is not just a onetime thing?”

Colt dropped his foot back to the floor and lifted his mouth from where it rested against her skin. Her hair was mussed, and her mouth looked thoroughly kissed. He wanted her bra and shirt gone; then he wanted her shoes and jeans and panties discarded. He wanted her naked and writhing on his bed for days, weeks, months, for the rest of his life. “No, baby. It’s not just a onetime thing.”

Chrissie framed his face in her hands and pulled his head toward her. Her lips connected with his, and her tongue slipped in his mouth, and he’d never been so happy to be interrupted in his life. He inserted his knee between her legs again and urged her higher against the door again and devoured every inch between her teeth and cheeks.

She nudged at his shoulders, and he slowly lifted his head. “I need something from you.”

Now? She needed something from him now? Other than what they were currently doing? “What? Anything.”

“Naked,” she breathed. “I need you to get me naked and then you…”

Colt smirked. “Why do you get to be naked first?”

“Because I’m the woman.”

“Yes, baby, all woman,” he agreed. “Let’s get closer to the bed, though.”

“You can’t screw standing up?”

“I can screw you just fine standing up, thank you very much. However—” He turned them and twirled with her from the door to the wall next to the bed. She giggled and held on with her arms around his neck. The tips of her hair brushed against his hand, and her body molded soft and pliant against his as she let him lead her.

“I’m a little woozy now,” she said as she buried her face at the base of his throat.

“Yes, baby, I’m sure. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Her voice held a dreamy note, and her breath was warm where it touched him. “I liked it.”

“Good girl.” He slid his hand beneath her shirt, skimmed her skin with the pads of his fingers, and lifted the polo over her head when she raised her arms. His breath caught at what he’d revealed.

The navy-blue lace bra was the prettiest, and the very last thing he’d expected of this very practical woman who did everything she could to hide her femininity. He trembled as he traced the edges of the cups.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Her voice was little more than a whisper amid their heavy breathing. She was motionless against the wall, her hands still above her head. She wasn’t looking at him but rather toward the floor.

“Make fun of you? Why would I?”

“Because I wear lace under my clothes. Because I’m a girl.”

Colt nudged her head up and stole a kiss from her pouty lips. “You are most definitely a girl. I was surprised by the lace but not in a way that I would make fun of you. It’s such a gorgeous contrast to how you project yourself, and I think it is very sexy.”

“You do?”

He nodded and whispered into her mouth, “I do.” He flicked his thumbs over her erect nipples and watched her eyes flutter until they were nearly closed, and her lips parted on a sweet moan. She was into frills, guns, doing good, hard work, beer, him, and she was horny. He was a damn lucky man. He was this f*cking close, and he was that f*cking hard.

He teased his way to the closure on her jeans and unfastened the button and slid the zipper down. “Will I find matching lace down here?” he murmured. He didn’t wait for an answer and just barely caught her nodded response. “Good.”

He knelt, urged her jeans over her hips and down her legs with his eyes riveted on the apex of her thighs. She’d indeed been telling the truth. Navy-blue lace panties just rode the top of her hip bones. It was a beautiful color against her pale skin, and he leaned close to place a kiss just below her belly button. Silky smooth, she sucked in her stomach at his touch.

He wondered what she’d do if he…

“Oh. God.”

Colt, without prep or planning, lowered his head and sucked her * and the lace crotch of her panties into his mouth. He kept her pressed to the wall with his hands cupped under her breasts, and the taste of her against his tongue was hot and full of musk. That, in and of itself, was a contrast to the frills of her undergarments.

He worked the bundle of nerves over, sucking hard, then poking at it with his tongue, followed by a series of nibbles. Her thigh muscles fluttered, and her chest shuddered beneath his palms. She gripped his shoulders and used his body for balance.

Her jeans were around her ankles, and she still had her sneakers and socks on, but she was the hottest, sexiest woman he’d ever had half-naked. She whimpered and pleaded with incoherent words for him to let her come. Wetness soaked the lace, and it thrilled him to be able to affect her so much that she lost her control.

Her short nails dug into his skin through his shirt. Her hips bucked into his face, and he clamped his lips tighter around her lace-covered *.

“Colt, please… I need to…” No other words passed her lips, only a strangled cry, and his name followed repeatedly by the word “yes” in a couple of different octaves. She came, and he sucked harder at her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling his mouth into her p-ssy, riding out the orgasm. He was only too happy to oblige, reveling in a lover who wasn’t ashamed or timid with what she wanted.

She eased her hold on him and he slowly extracted his head from between her thighs. She leaned back against the door, her eyes closed. Her breath came in deep, and she panted for more air. Her cheeks were flushed too. She looked well f*cked, but she wasn’t… Not yet.

“Feel better?”

A small smile crossed her lips. “I’m still not naked.”

Colt laughed. “Let me see if I can finish undressing you, but I’m afraid you won’t be completely naked when I get you in the bed.” He untied her sneakers and helped her remove them, then eased her jeans off over her feet. He danced his fingers up her calves to the back of her thighs and wedged his hands between the wall and her ass to get a firm grip of her flesh. He squeezed her behind, kneaded, then squeezed a second time. She moaned and grabbed for his shoulders again.

“Why not completely naked?”

He wanted that p-ssy back in his mouth, but he wanted inside her even more. Colt stood slowly and turned them, steering her toward the bed without letting go of her. He couldn’t seem to stop touching, not even for a second, not even when he bumped her into the mattress and they started to lose their balance. She giggled when he let her fall onto the bed as he let go of her. “Because these”—he brushed his fingertips over the lace of her panties—“are too sexy to take off you. I intend to ruin them by f*cking you while you wear them.”

“Oh,” she said softly with a blush staining her cheeks.

Colt stood between her legs where they dangled off the side of the bed, and flipped his T-shirt off over his head. He quickly followed that with the unsnapping of his jeans. “What was the ‘Oh’ for? Are you embarrassed by me saying ‘f*ck’?” He bent to steal a kiss after she shook her head. “Hmm. Okay. What if I say ‘tits’? Does that offend or bother you?”

She was the one to steal a kiss from him next before he stood upright again. “Of course not. You can talk as dirty as you want as long as I can talk dirty back.”

She was a damn dream, but… “Then what was the blush and all for?”

“You’re going to ruin my favorite panties and bra set. Never had anyone feel that strongly.”

“Get used to it. And I’ll buy you another set. Promise.” He eased his zipper down and started to shuck his pants but stopped. “Remember when I told you I hadn’t expected this to happen?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that means I didn’t come prepared.” It was his turn to blush now. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and he ducked his head. He hadn’t wanted to be presumptuous in assuming she’d be open to anything more than dinner. He figured if he didn’t bring protection with him, he was less likely to push for sex this trip.

“I thought men always carried something with them. You know, for those spur-of-the-moment encounters.”

He glanced up through his lashes. “Hate to burst your bubble, darlin’, but I had one woman on my mind when I flew into Savannah, and even though I wanted her, I wasn’t about to presume that she would want me as much. So, no, I didn’t bring anything.”

Chrissie touched the bottom of his chin with the tip of her finger and urged his head up. She was smiling, and when his gaze met hers, she winked. “I did.”

Maybe he should get them to the nearest justice of the peace. “You did?”

“Only one, but yeah, I did.”

Colt wasn’t used to having the tables turned on him like this. He’d been smitten before. Now, though… “You thought I’d be easy?”

She shrugged. “No. I just kinda figured I would be after a few beers. It’s in the front pocket of my purse.”

“You’re something else, baby.” He kissed her with a smack of lips and gathered up her purse from the floor, where she’d dropped it when they came in. Sure enough, she had a Trojan foil packet tucked inside. “How’d you know what size to get?”

“Guessed.”

“Good one.” He dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. He advanced on her, one knee on the bed at a time. “You might want scoot up a bit.” Grinning, he tore the foil open and unrolled the condom down his cock. He’d been trying not to think about how hard he was, because if he had, he was afraid he’d have come as soon as they were alone.

The taste of her lingered on his tongue, and the feel of her was still remembered in his fingers. He didn’t think he’d be able to hold off any longer.

Colt knew he’d never forget this first time with her or the vision of her on her back with her legs slightly parted. He might have wanted more personal surroundings for it, but he wouldn’t and couldn’t complain. She was there, in his current bed, beautiful, nearly naked, and ready for him.

He crawled between her legs and hooked two fingers along the edge of her panties and pulled them to the side. “You sure?” he asked through gritted teeth. He was barely holding on to his self-control, but he’d give her one chance to change her mind.

“I’m sure.” And she showed him by reaching for his cock. She gripped it in her fist and groaned. Hers matched the one he let loose. He lowered himself over her, and she guided him in.

His mouth took hers, and he slid inside, but not without a bit of friction dragging along his length. “Good God, you’re f*cking tight,” he said hotly into her mouth before she gave him her tongue. He sucked on it and bit down. She arched into his body and lifted her legs to hug his hips.

Their kiss continued but slowed to just a meeting of lips, sharing of breath and space. Colt had wanted this woman for so long that now that he had her, he wasn’t quite sure how to take her. Fast? Slow? Hard? Easy? He—

“Colt? I won’t break, you know.”

“I-I know. I just don’t want to do anything to… Shit. I’m not usually like this. I—”

“What makes this different?”

“You.”

Chrissie smiled, slow and teasing. “Glad being with me is different, but I won’t be upset or bothered or offended or anything. I want to be well f*cked. By you.”

What the hell was he supposed to say to that? She kept surprising him at every turn, every interval. She was also going to start thinking him incompetent if he didn’t get on with it. “Yes, ma’am.”

He let go of her panties and slid his hands around her waist. He hefted her up into his pelvis with his hands gripping her ass. The lace felt good against his palms, and the tease of her panties against his cock added another dimension to their being together.

Damn, he was a romantic lush. He pulled back against her hold on his hips and thrust forward. Hard. She surrounded him, coated him in wetness, coaxed him to do it again and again. His chest brushed against her bra and the contrast was erotic.

She was flushed, and her skin was slick from sweat. He stared down at her, squeezed her bottom cheeks harder and tighter in his hands until his fingers ached. His hips moved as if they were independent of his body. His mind was trying to focus on so many thing at once because he didn’t want to miss anything, not a moment of her reactions.

He wanted to detail and catalog every one so he wouldn’t ever forget, but each time she flexed her p-ssy around his cock, he forgot everything except her name.

He ducked his head and tugged at the left bra cup with his teeth, baring her nipple to his gaze for the first time. It was a perfect raspberry shape, erect and just begging for his kiss. Which he gave. Extensively. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue until Chrissie was whimpering with need. He liked that sound coming from her. It was low and throaty. She didn’t hide how she felt, didn’t hide from what she wanted.

He could see himself getting used to that. Not to mention the way she rolled her hips under him, the way her toes curled into the back of his legs every time he surged forward to bury himself deeper.

The edge of her panties scraped his cock when he slid forward and back. The silky wetness of her p-ssy and the grip of her body… He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted someone like this. Hell, he didn’t think he ever had wanted someone like this. She bit her lip; she stared up at him with glassy, dilated eyes.

He licked at her mouth, and when she let go of that lip, he sucked it between his teeth. She bucked under him.

The tease turned into another kiss. He cradled her head in his hands and held her still, f*cked her deep, kept his gaze locked on hers. “I want your cum again,” he whispered into her mouth.

“I…I’ve never…once…”

Her speech was broken, and though she seemed sure she couldn’t give him another orgasm, he was quite certain she was wrong. “You might not have with anyone else, but you will with me.” Colt kissed the tip of her nose. “Promise.”

He eased his hips up and pulled his cock out until just the head was inside her. The lace crotch of her panties shifted against his skin, and as he dropped back to her depths, the fit was tighter and the scrape of panties was even more acute.

Out. In. Out. In. Each thrust harder than the last until she was gasping. “You feel it now, don’t you?”

Chrissie nodded rapidly and shifted. The fabric of her bra teased his chest, and the contrast between naked flesh and the sexy lingerie tripped his trigger. He’d always had an appreciation for it, but add in the full curves and softness of the woman currently wiggling beneath him, reaching for something he was trying to give her…

“That’s it, baby. Come and get it.”

She stiffened, and the muscles of her inner thighs quivered. He never ceased his movement, only increased the pace. His own orgasm was right on the edge, but he was waiting for her.

He didn’t have to wait long. She shuddered, wailed for a split second, then grunted. Her body clenched his from the inside out, and every part of her that he touched made her quake all over again until he let go himself.

He poured into the condom, convulsing as his balls emptied. His cum, his lust, his hunger and need for this woman flowed out of him. “Goddamn, baby,” he groaned.

“Agreed.” Her voice was unsteady, shaky. Her eyes were closed, and her heartbeat pounded from her chest and echoed in his.

Slow, scorching, fast, hot f*cking sex. He could bed her daily, hourly for the next twenty years, and he didn’t think it’d be possible to ever want her as much then as he did now.

“Only one condom?” he asked when they began to part. He eased off the bed and padded to the bathroom to dispose of the rubber. She laughed from the other room.

“Yes, only one.”

“I’ll make sure we have more than one next time.”

“Sure of yourself?”

“Nah. More like sure of you.” He made his way back to her and crawled between the sheets close to her. She was still laughing, softer now, as she snuggled into his arms. She was meant to, made to belong to him. When was the last time a woman had fit him like this, fit his form so snugly? “You’ll be here when I wake up, right? You won’t be sneaking off as soon as I fall asleep, will you?”

“And give up this high-priced, very comfortable bed? Not in this lifetime.”

“Good girl. I’ll buy you any high-priced, very comfortable bed you want if it’ll keep you with me.”

“Deal,” she said after a rather large yawn. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Go to sleep, baby. We’ll talk in the morning.” He didn’t get a response beyond the deep breathing. He should have closed his eyes and tried to sleep too, but as tired as he was, sleep was the last thing on his mind.