Colt deposited me on the center of the bed. He removed his T-shirt before climbing in beside me. “Here, put this over that bathing suit so I’ll remember to control myself.”
I touched a hand to his bare chest, sliding it over the dips and ridges that lined his muscles. I bit my trembling lip, looking into his eyes, his shirt still balled in my hand. “What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” I asked in a broken whisper. “I’m not made of glass, Colton...I won’t break.”
“Listen to me, Alex,” he said, his voice low and full of emotion. “I have spent years dreaming of being inside of you.” His hand lifted to his chest, covering mine in his warmth. “This isn’t me not wanting you. I want you so bad that I can hardly see straight, but I love you enough to wait until it’s right.” He squeezed my hand then kissed the tears from my cheeks. “This isn’t right, Al.”
His words were beautiful. But, God, I wanted him beyond reason. “When,” I cried, pounding my little fists into his chest. “When, when, when,” I repeated as he grabbed my arms and held me down beneath him. I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist. Feeling his hard length right where I needed him. “Touch me. You’re killing me, Colt.”
His jaw was clamped shut. He looked so defeated but held on to his damn moral compass, clinging to it like a lifeline. With a deep sigh, he rested his forehead on mine. “Show me, Allie.”
Finally. If this was an audition, I was going to give him the best damn blowjob of his life. Reaching between our bodies, I started to dip my hand into his boxers, and again he stopped me. What the fuck?
His head shook. “No.” Colton cleared his throat. “Show me how you like it. I want to watch you fall apart.”
“Colt?” I called out with hesitation when I awoke to an empty bed.
The bathroom door opened and I could hear the water running. “In here, Al. Brushing my teeth,” he garbled through a mouthful of toothpaste.
Flashes of the night before flooded my mind. A lot of which I hoped was only a dream. Did I? No. I wouldn’t.
I rolled out of bed and went to join him in the bathroom, taking a seat on the lid of the toilet.
“Here,” he said, holding out my pink toothbrush with a thick blob of toothpaste on top.
We stood side by side, just like when we were kids. I kept my face turned down, unable to meet his eyes in the mirror. After rinsing his mouth out, Colt sat on the counter, staring with an almost giddy smile. I knew without a doubt what that look meant. I was a whore.
The tips of my ears radiated as I rinsed out the sink, looking anywhere but at that infuriatingly sexy man.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
Finally, I worked up the nerve to turn his way. “Like I want to die.”
He frowned. “I’m sorry. I told you not to drink so much. You wouldn’t listen.”
My hands crossed over my chest, and I glared at him. “Not because of that, idiot,” I shot back. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
A shit-eating grin spread clear across his face. “Do what?” he teased.
“Show me,” I answered in a mocking tone, making air quotes. The heat spread from my ears to my cheeks and neck.
Colton’s eyes became hooded. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You took advantage of my drunkenness.”
He coughed. “Took advantage? No, babe. Taking advantage would have been me having sex with you in that state. Taking advantage would have been me allowing you to try to prove yourself by shoving my dick in your mouth.”
I gasped.
“You needed a release. You got one, and it was sexy as fuck.” His eyes bore right into mine. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of that.”
“Well, I am!” I shouted, damn near hyperventilating. Then I got an idea. It was the only way. “Your turn,” I said, moving to stand between his parted legs.
“Huh?”
“You heard me.” I snapped my fingers. “Get krankin’,” I ordered, eyeing his crotch.
Colt bit his bottom lip, staring at me for a moment to determine whether or not I was serious. “Take it out,” he ordered.
Gulp. “Huh?”
“Touch me, Alexis, and then I will.”
I shook my head. “That’s not fair. You didn’t touch me.”
A cocky shrug. “You were drunk. I’m not. Baby steps,” he hissed as I lowered the band of his boxers and his dick sprang free. With his hands braced on the counter, he lifted his bottom into the air, allowing me to slide the material off.
I was in a trancelike state as his hand fisted around his semi-hard cock and slowly began moving up and down. His eyes were fixed on my face as he stroked himself repeatedly, and I got it. Suddenly, I understood. My mouth salivated with how badly I wanted to wrap my lips around that beautiful appendage. It was textbook perfect.
“Colton,” I whimpered, resting my palms on his thighs as I grew weak in the knees.
“Allie,” he grunted, his fist pumping faster as he grew impossibly larger.
Before I realized what was happening, my hand had joined his. Almost instantly, his cock spasmed and warm cum shot out, landing on his lower stomach. With my thumb, I wiped what had leaked down his length and smoothed it over the head. Then I let go, and suddenly I didn’t know how to act.
“Th-thank you,” I muttered with a hard swallow.
Colt’s breathing was labored. “No, Allie, thank you.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Colt suggested, plopping down on his stomach beside me on the bed. He was fresh out of the shower, and the scent of his soap and shampoo was strong and doing delicious things to my insides.
“Where do you wanna go?” I asked, not looking up from the novel I was using to hide behind. The events of the past twelve hours had me all flustered.
The book was snatched out of my hand. “I was thinking of taking you to Santa Monica for the weekend.” His eyes browsed over the page I’d been reading, and I fought not to laugh when his jaw dropped and the book snapped shut. Let’s just say that I was at a really juicy part.
“What’s in Santa Monica?” I sat up in the bed, crossing my legs Indian style and folding my hands in my lap, eager for his answer. A weekend getaway sounded amazing—so couple-y. I had no clue where this thing with Colton would lead. I was both anxious and afraid to find out.
“Well, there’s the beach and then Santa Monica pier with the big Ferris wheel on the water.” His wide grin made him look so boyish. “Shopping...”
“Sold!” I said, touching a finger to his lips. His mouth opened and he bit down gently, eliciting a moan from my lips.
Colt popped up to his knees, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “Well then, pack a bag and let’s get movin’.”
“Colton,” I screeched, squeezing his thigh as the Uber pulled up to a fucking beachfront mansion. I was having trouble catching my breath. “Is this a joke?” It had to be a joke. The house was on Santa Monica beach...like I could see the freaking Ferris wheel spinning from here.