Chapter 16
Olivia
Colt and I stumbled into his house, our hands all over one another. It only took one look from him to communicate what he wanted. What he needed. And it took only one second for me to nod my head. I had palmed his cock the entire way back to his house. I heard him groan and give the motorcycle gas underneath me every time his thick dick pulsed in my hands. It was perfect. I felt its outline against his jeans. The length. The girth. The leaking head beginning to wet even the jeans he had on. My head swirled with passion. My clit throbbed with a need to cum again. His body was strong against my cheek as I teased him all the way back to his house. And when he pulled straight into his garage, I knew I was in for a hell of a ride.
We left a trail of our clothes up his stairs. Up to the second floor where our bodies fell to the carpet of his hallway. His teeth raked down my pulse point. His hands meandered over my curves. His body was thick and lean, rippling with muscle I felt drag down my body.
“Colt,” I sighed.
He gathered me into his arms and picked me up off the floor. I felt my body being tossed around by him. Commanded by him as he placed me against the wall of his house. My forehead fell to his as my body relinquished itself to him. To his strength. To his warmth. To his throbbing cock that I needed. My eyes opened and I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. Those warm eyes I had come to trust even though everything inside me knew better than that. He reached down and fisted that thick length of his. He pressed the leaking head of it up to my pussy as I whimpered into the air between us.
And when he slid in, he pinned my wrists to the wall.
“Fuck, Olivia. So tight for me,” he grunted.
My juices dripped down his cock. As he slid every inch of his veiny cock into my body, my legs shook. I gasped as he sank into me. As his throbbing veins ran against the walls of my body. It had been so fucking long since I’d felt a man bury himself into me, and I felt the whole of me mold to him. Stretch for him. My fluids dripped down to his balls as his eyes pinned themselves to my face.
And when I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me.
He pulled his hips back and snapped them back, and it pulled a whimper from my lips. He did it again. And again. With my hands pinned against the wall. Helpless against his strength and merciless against his cock, and I adored every second of it. I rocked my hips into him. His body dug into my clit as it peeked out for more friction.
Then, his movements began stronger. More precise. Faster, in every way that mattered.
“Colt. Colt. Oh, shit.”
“Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty lady. I wonder what I should do about that,” he teased.
I whimpered at his words as my hands curled around the tops of his. Colt crashed his lips to mine before his hands released me. I wrapped them around his neck, tighter and closer than before. He peeled me from the wall with his cock still sheathed within me and walked me into his darkened bedroom. A place that concealed us both from the other. His door slammed shut and my back pressed into something soft. I felt him run his hand underneath my hair, spreading it out over the pillow he settled me onto.
Then, he tossed the crook of my leg over his shoulder.
He pounded into me without mercy, and it arched my body into him. My tits pressed into the swell of his chest as he made my body his feast. His lips wrapped around my tightening nipples. His cock dove to depths I’d never felt before. He leaned onto the back of my leg and threw my other leg over his shoulder, folding me in half.
And when I thought he couldn’t pin me down anymore, he threaded our fingers together and pinned my wrists to the mattress.
“Colt! Please!”
He crashed his lips against mine, swallowing my wails. His grunts fell down my throat. His groans shivered my spine. And the way his cock grew against my walls made me ache for more of him. I was pinned beneath this animal of a man. An older man hardened from time with gray in his hair to match the stress he’d been under for years. And yet, I was mesmerized by him. Taken by the muscles pulled over his bones. The rings of his abs. The strength of his chest. The thick lines of his arms and the pulsing veins of his cock as they ran along my walls. Colt was a force, and as he pounded into me, his force blanketed me with something I hadn’t experienced in years.
Safety.
I felt safe underneath his body.
Our tongues did battle as my walls fluttered around him. And as my pussy throbbed, his hips stuttered. I sucked on his lower lip. He tucked my tongue deeper into his mouth. I gasped and wiggled around, feeling his curls raking against my clit. I bucked as much as I could against his cock. The electricity blinded me. The fire left me breathless. The burn in my gut caused my body to tense, and when Colt pulled his lips away from mine, my mouth ran away from me.
“Let me come. Let me come. Please, Colt. I’ll be good. Just let me come. Please. Fuck. So close. Colt, please!”
“Such a good woman for me, begging like that. Come for me, Olivia. Grip my cock and make it leak for you,” Colt growled.
My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as my body arched. And when my walls clamped down onto Colt’s dick, I felt him stop. He slid his cock deeply into me, the head of him scraping against everything that made my body shiver. Colt’s face fell into my neck as my wails of pleasure shot up to his ceiling. He nibbled on my neck. Sucked my skin until it was red and welted and angry with heat. My toes curled. My pussy throbbed so hard it pushed his threads of cum out. Over and over, his cock filled me. Jet streams of come shot from his tip before being pushed out by the pleasure my pussy gave him. The bed underneath my body was soaked with us. And the scent of our sex swirled around my head.
The room tilted as my back collapsed to the mattress, and the last thing I remembered was trembling as Colt pulled his meaty cock from between my legs.
Suddenly, I was jolted awake by my phone ringing. Well, vibrating. I heard it clattering against something wooden near my head. My eyes shot open and I went to move, but I felt something tighten around my waist.
And when I looked back, I saw Colt’s sleeping form behind me.
Panic rushed my veins. Did I fall asleep in his bed?? I peeked over him as my phone continued to vibrate and saw the crusted sheets behind him. Holy shit, I had fallen asleep. And what happened last night actually happened. Panic filled my veins. I went to move again, but his grip around my waist tightened. What was he, some kind of protective bear when he slept? I picked up my phone to see who was calling. Maybe they could hold off until I could get myself out of his fucking house.
Until I saw it was my boss calling.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I somehow managed to wiggle my way out of Colt’s tightening grasp. I set my feet on the floor and rushed silently to the door, then out into the hallway. I picked up the first shirt I came to and pulled it over my head. I rushed down the stairs as my phone continued to vibrate, making my way into what I figured was the living room.
Wow. Colt had a nice place for a single man.
I shook my head and answered the phone. “This is Olivia.”
“I’m shocked I have to wake your ass up right now. Shouldn’t you be at your desk?” Aaron asked.
“I stayed up late last night doing some research. Figured I’d take another hour or two before heading in today.”
I cringed at how that sounded and prayed it wasn’t too late.
“Good. About damn time you gave yourself some rest. You push yourself too hard sometimes on these cases. I always say it in your performance reviews,” Aaron said.
“Well, consider the advice officially taken,” I said.
“I was calling to see if you had any contact with this motorcycle guy yet, since you cut him loose. Twenty- four hours, right?”
My eyes gravitated up to the ceiling as I sighed.
“Yep. I had contact with him yesterday. And this morning,” I said.
“So, have the two of you talked? Met up? Has he given you any information you can work with?” Aaron asked.
“I’m working on getting his trust right now, but the fact that he initiated this morning’s meeting well before his next required phone call is a good thing. I’m making headway.”
“Well, figure out what you need to do to earn his trust quicker. We need that information in order to do our job. And for you to not lose your job,” he said.
“Didn’t realize my job was on the line with this, sir,” I said.
“It’s not. I figured that would light a fire underneath your ass. But, we don’t have time for you to take weeks earning this motorcycle boy’s trust. You’ve got three weeks down there. That’s it. Find a way to get that man to give you the information you need. Otherwise, I have to pull the plug on this little plan of yours.”
“This is the best way, Aaron. It always is, and you know it. If I can get him to trust me, there’s a good chance I can get the entire club to trust me. If I can have all of those guys on my side? The information is going to pour in. It’ll make this case easy as pie,” I said.
Then, I heard a sound behind me, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when I turned around.