Chapter Four
After reluctantly peeling himself off of me Colt exits the room to clear my departure with Ray. Unfortunately, we can’t just leave together without earning Ray’s ire. He demands to be paid his dues, pretty much acting like my pimp tonight in exchange for the opportunity he’s given me. When I was first informed of the rule I didn’t think much of it, clearly not planning on leaving with a guy tonight. But now that I am planning to leave with Colt, I can’t help but feel shame and resentment over the entire situation.
Each second that Colt’s gone, I feel my resolve crumbling. What the fuck am I doing? How many times have I asked myself that tonight?
Picking up the bottle of champagne left on the table, I drain it. I guzzle down two glasses worth before Colt returns with my bag and his jacket in his hands.
“Ready?” he asks, pausing in the doorway. He eyes the empty bottle of champagne and then me with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
I nod and wobbly get to my feet. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last glass. Up until this point I’ve felt more disoriented than anything after drinking. Now I definitely feel a buzz warming my blood and throbbing in my ears.
Colt strides over to me. I can’t help but notice how just the way he walks, the way he moves oozes confidence and masculinity. He carries himself in that self-assured way, like he knows he’s a god amongst men. He steps around me and drapes his suit jacket over my shoulders. Straightening it until it hangs just right. I feel even smaller, dwarfed by the size difference.
Stepping to my side, he offers me his arm. “Ready to blow this joint?”
I nod and tug his jacket closed, grateful to finally have some covering. It’s so long, it hits my thighs. Definitely longer than the tiny plaid skirt I’m wearing.
By the arm he leads me through the door and through the main floor. It’s the only way we can reach the exit.
The party appears to still be in full swing despite our absence from it. The music is blaring, the women are dancing, breasts bouncing and hips swaying. A few jeers and catcalls are thrown our way but we’re walking too quickly for anyone to stop us. I try to ignore the scene, only catching glimpses of depravity here and there out of the corner of my eye.
I let Colt propel me forward until I catch sight of Brianna.
My heels dig into the floor of their own accord. I watch for a stunned minute as Ray buttons his pants up. He’s sitting in one of the chairs shrouded in shadows, and Brianna is kneeling at his feet. She must sense me or something. She casts a quick glance over her shoulder, our eyes lock and her body freezes.
“Bri?” I squeak, but another guy steps forward and Ray leers at me.
Ray pushes Brianna’s head towards the other guy and the guy begins to unbutton his pants eagerly.
Oh my god.
I knew this was a private party, and they were bending the rules for the all the football players and celebrities, but I never guessed it would go this far. It’s actually my worst nightmare playing out right in front of me.
Colt nudges me forward.
“You don’t belong here,” he says quietly, and after everything I’ve seen tonight, inwardly I have to agree with him. But not because I think I’m better than the other girls, or look down on what they’re doing to earn a living. No, I can’t do that. Who am I to judge? I don’t belong here simply because I haven’t hit that point yet, and thanks to Colt, I’m not reaching that point tonight.
Did Colt know this was going on? The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. He’s too handsome, too desirable to waste his time with a girl like me. He’s not going through of all this trouble because he’s that desperate for a woman. If he wanted a prostitute, he could hire a professional like a high-class call girl. Or he could have grabbed any other girl here and had his way with her.
He’s doing this to save me…
And even though he’s paying me for my company, I feel like I owe him.
Tonight I’m going to give him his money’s worth.
Stepping out of the club and into the cool, quiet of night is a relief, but it also brings a whole new level of surrealness to what is occurring. The sky is clear and dark, not a cloud to be seen. The stars glitter and sparkle, a dazzling backdrop against the city skylight. The moon looms large and bright, giving us just enough light to see by. I think it must be a little after midnight, the party will probably go on for hours.
Colt pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist as he leads down the sidewalk to his parked car. There seems to be no one but us out at this time of night. We’re in the old business district, an area that acts like a border between the outskirts of the city proper and the middle-class suburbs.
The sidewalk is well lit and the street lights are in good repair. Most of the businesses in this section close before dusk, just as all the respectable people return to their homes from work. The strip club itself is unassuming, dark and dormant during the day, only coming to life when the rest of the district is falling asleep. The dancers are encouraged to remain indoors at all times to avoid drawing the attention and the ire of the locals. Inside the club is a special smoking section for those who feel the need.
The sound of my clicking heels against the concrete echoes loudly, like a crack breaking through the silence. Colt and I don’t speak until we reach his car. I think we both must feel that more words aren’t needed at this point.
Reaching into his pocket, I hear the small click of a button being pushed before a little red sports car to roars to life. He leads me around the back of the coup and to the passenger side, pulling the door open and holding it for me. I murmur my thanks as I slip in. Like a true gentleman he waits patiently as I get settled into my seat before shutting the door and coming around, sliding his big body behind the steering wheel.
“Do you mind if I let the top down?” he asks while fastening himself into his seatbelt.
I shake my head. “I don’t mind.” The fresh air will feel good, and maybe it will drive away the ache forming in the front of my head.
With a grin, Colt hits a button and the top retracts. I lean back, peering up at the sky as it’s revealed inch by inch. I’ve actually never ridden in a convertible before so there’s a novelty for me in this experience. In fact, the entire night has been a novelty for me.
Just go with it, I tell myself as the sky and its enormity never fails to make me feel small and unimportant. I’ve already made my decision, and there’s no going back now, so I might as well try to enjoy myself as best as I can. And I seriously need to get that last glimpse of Brianna out of my head.
That could have been me, and it almost was me. I’d still be in the club, taking my clothes off or suffering Ray’s wrath if Colt didn’t step in. Instead I’m here, in his car, with his jacket warding off the chill. And who knows if I’ll ever get to ride in a little red convertible with a super-hot guy again? How many other girls do I know who would give their left tit for this chance? I’d be a fool to squander this experience, a fool to waste my time with this man.
A turn of the key and Colt pumps his foot, gunning the engine. I think he’s showing off just a little bit. Seconds later he’s flashing me a grin and we’re zipping down the street, heading for the towering skyscrapers nestled in the heart of the city.
The breeze tugs at my pigtails until it becomes too much of an annoyance to ignore. Reaching up, I yank out the elastics and tuck them into the pockets of Colt’s suit jacket. Combing my fingers through my hair, I push it behind my shoulders so that it trails behind me, fluttering in the wind.
“Beautiful,” Colt says appreciatively and reaches over, capturing some of my flying tresses in his hand.
He wraps my dark locks around his fingers and plays with it while he drives. Winding it around his fingers, he rubs his thumb against it then presses it to his lips. The looks he shoots me are full of desire, full of hunger. It’s not long before he’s releasing my hair, detangling it from his thick fingers and reaching over to squeeze my thigh instead.
I lean back and relax, enjoying the breeze in my hair and his touch against my bare skin. There’s something exhilarating, something freeing about cruising through the dark with the lights of the city streaking by in a neon blur. Something exhilarating about just being beside him.
Let it go, let it all go. I tell myself as I try to become one with the wind. Giving it all up, I completely unwind that ball of tension I carry inside me. Tonight I don’t need to worry about my brothers, they’re safe at home where I left them. My mother, she can take care of herself. And now I don’t need to worry about putting food on the table or how I’m going to cover rent.
Colt won’t hurt me, somehow I know that. There’s just something about him that instantly makes me feel like I can trust him. He protected me tonight. He’s protecting me right now. For whatever reason I seem important to him, at least for the moment.
Don’t squander it.
By the time we reach the tower that houses his apartment, I feel like I’m tingling with anticipation. There so much possibility hanging between us, and I want it. I want to forget. I want just one night, one night where I don’t have to be myself. I can be someone else. I can be anyone I want to be with him.
But as the bright lights of the garage hit my eyes and the car slows to a crawl as he navigates through the tight corners, some of the magic is dispelled, and reality threatens to barge its way back in.
I can’t let it.
Just pretend this a date and you can get through this, I tell myself as Colt parks the car. You’re not really selling yourself for money. You met this handsome guy in some ritzy dining place, and after a bit of friendly banter and an expensive meal he’s invited you back to his place for a drink. It’s just like a TV show or something. He wants you, he’s interested in you, and there’s no reason you can’t enjoy yourself with him…
With a push of a button the top of the car begins to unroll and Colt jumps out, rushing over to my door before it’s even finished. Opening my door for me, he grabs me by the arm, holding on to me as he leads me over to the elevator.
Is he still afraid I’m going to try to bail on him?
He jams the button for the elevator like a child, as if it will somehow make it arrive faster. I steel myself, sucking in a deep breath, and inwardly strengthening my resolve before we take this last step. It’s going to be all or nothing once we’re inside his apartment. When Colt casts a curious glance at me, I smile at him but some of what I’m feeling must be showing on my face. He pulls me closer, securing his grip on me, and then drags me into the elevator car before the doors are fully open.
As the elevator goes up, my stomach feels like it was left on the floor. No, don’t think. No thinking for the rest of the night. Just let go… I press myself against Colt and he welcomes me with a murmur and a hand on my ass. He feels so good, so warm. He even smells good I realize as I lift up on my tiptoes, nuzzling my face into his neck.
The elevator dings then I’m whisked through a brightly lit hallway. There are a few quick beeps as Colt presses the buttons of a keypad. A door opens and I’m rushed in. The door slams behind us with a loud bang. Colt takes a step back, putting space between us.
Everything is quiet except for the soft sounds of our heavy breathing.
“You don’t have to…” Colt starts to remind me and I know if I don’t stop him he’s going to ruin my illusion.
Stepping forward, I press my fingers against his lips. “Sshh, I know.”
“Whitney…” he says against my fingers but I pull down his face and press my lips against his.
My tongue thrusts into his mouth, and my hands grip him. He groans deep in his throat and I press up, molding myself against his chest. He can’t resist me; he must want me as bad as I want him.
I want to get lost in his kisses, get lost in the taste of his mouth. I need to burn every little detail about him into my memory. I plan to live the rest of my life off of this experience.
His tongue meets my every thrust, my every pull until he’s pushing, overtaking me and bending me back. The aggressor becomes the submissive and I willing submit to the demands of his mouth.
Gravity is no longer my friend, and if it wasn’t for his hands grabbing me and holding me up I know I would be flat on my ass.
He won’t let me have the lead, he’s taking control. Power and control seem to be a thing with him. All night, since he claimed me from Benton, he’s grabbed onto me or kept me close. Never letting me stray too far. I’m freely giving him the upper hand, allowing him to do what he wants.
Tonight I’m letting go, I want to be someone else. I want to be the girl he’s claimed; the girl he owns. The girl he can’t get enough of.
Grabbing at his shoulders, I kiss him back, giving him all that I’ve got. I want him to know how much I want this, and how much I need this. I think it would literally kill me right now if he stops.
He returns my ardor, tongue tracing my teeth, exploring my deepest depth then nipping at the corners of my mouth.
“Are you sure?” he asks between his kisses but doesn’t give me a chance to respond.
His tongue thrusts right back into my mouth and I feel him bending me back even more, forcing me off balance. His tongue thrusts so deep, he’s practically shoving it down my throat.
Air becomes precious, I can’t seem to get enough. He’s trying to eat me, devouring me with his mouth, and it’s everything I can do to keep up.
I break first, tearing my lips away and sucking in a shrill breath. As soon as the breath is in, I expel it with an answer. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Good,” is all he says, his voice raw and husky, before his mouth attacks my neck.
He’s relentless. Sucking, biting, licking. And my neck is so sensitive, it’s as if every scrape of his teeth, every lap of his hot tongue is hitting a wire that is directly connected to my clit.
I feel myself clenching, my thighs are trembling and I’m definitely growing wet. I moan softly as my fingers find his hair, tangling and tugging. I can’t seem to decide if I want him to stop or if I want to beg him for more.
The more he kisses me, the more he suckles on me, the more I writhe and burn. My blood is like lava, nearly boiling. The air coming out of my mouth with my moans is like steam, and the sounds I’m make only seem to further encourage the ravishment.
Hands holding me up by the hips, they suddenly slip around and his strong fingers start to knead my ass.
“Whitney, Whitney,” his voice caresses me as his warm breath washes over the wet places he just licked. “So sweet.” His mouth slides lower, tracing my collar bones. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I want nothing more than for him to cover my body with his kisses.
“Remove the jacket,” he commands and my fingers leap instantly to obey.
The way I’m bent back, my spine almost painfully arching, it’s a roll of my shoulders and little tug at my wrists before the jacket is sliding down, whispering to the floor.
The air feels cold against my fevered skin. Shivering, I try to press closer to him.
“Good,” he rumbles, pleased, and I feel the vibrations of his chest against my breasts. My nipples feel hard and tingly, tight with want.
“Take off your shirt.”
It’s a struggle with him pressed against me and the way I’m nearly dangling from his hands, but somehow I manage. The buttons of the shirt slip through my fingers a few times, and I feel Colt’s fingers digging deeper, impatient. I half hope he’ll get tired of waiting and just tear the garment from my flesh. But after a minute, and a lot of wiggling, the buttons are free and the shirt is gaping. With some more wiggling of my shoulders, I get it to slide down my arms until it’s joining the jacket on the floor.
“Fuck,” Colt groans as if he’s in pain and promptly buries his face into my breasts.
It’s all I can do to remain on my feet, pressed back precariously as his face nuzzles and his mouth attacks me. I’m just about to ask him to release me when I’m suddenly swept off my feet. He just picks me up without a word and strides quickly towards his bedroom door.
With a yelp, I instinctually grab on to him, my arms locking around his neck.
“What are you doing?” I somehow find the breath to ask.
“I can’t do what I want to do standing.”
Colt grins and throws me back. The fall is too short for a scream but one sticks in my throat regardless. Thankfully I land on something soft and quickly come to the conclusion that it must be a bed.
His bed.
I should probably look around, probably get a feel for where I am but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of him. The room is dark and covered in shadows except for the light beaming through the window.
I watch as Colt unbuttons his shirt, his body glowing in the bright moonlight as he practically rips the garment off of his chest. My breath catches at the sight of him, at all the muscles— his defined pecs, bulging biceps, and the deep ridges of his abs. He’s just as strong, just as built as any of those professional athletes that were at that party.
No, don’t think of that.
I swear to God he rolls his hips seductively as he whips out his belt and then pushes down his pants.
I feel hot and needy as I look him over, my pulse racing. Locking my knees together, I fight the urge to reach down and touch myself as I appraise his every long, hard velvet inch. He’s so big. So thick. Will he even fit?
There’s only one way to find out.
He reaches down, yanking my little skirt down my hips so hard my butt is lifted into the air from the force of it.
“Do you like your panties?” he asks, staring hard at them.
“I guess so?”
I don’t understand what he’s getting at until his grin grows more mischievous and he reaches down, literally ripping the panties off of me.
The air is cold and my knees are spread. My cheeks burn as I realize just how soaking wet I am.
“Don’t even try it,” I warn as he eyes my bra. There’s no way it’s going rip off as easily as that little g-string I was wearing.
His knee hits the bed, then the other, and my eyes drop. I watch his cock bob and bounce as he crawls up, shadowing me with his bulk. His head dips down and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss me.
“Don’t you tell me what to do,” he says softly, turning his face and denying me the kiss.
His hands grab me by the wrists, fingers pinching me. He yanks my arms up above my head, and pins them to the bed.
“When you’re in my bed, I’m in charge. Understand?”
Eyes burning into me, there’s a challenge there but also a question. Will I let him do this? Or will I deny him the control? Or even fight him for it?
I look away as I think. Do I want to play this game?
“Well?” he asks impatiently.
What’s the harm? What’s one more concession? One more submission?
“I understand,” I answer quietly.
He nods but his grip on my wrists tightens as he switches his grip to one hand. “And when you’re in my bed, nothing comes between us.”
His other hand slips beneath my back and deftly, expertly he unhooks my bra. Pushing my bra up, his eyes gleam as my breasts are freed. “Nothing comes between us,” he repeats. “Especially clothing.”
Why is he talking like this is going to be more than a one-time thing? Is this part of the game? My eyes search his face but he’s staring down at my breasts and I can’t get a good read on him.
I pant, feeling my body flushing with a new heat as he admires me. Why does he keep talking? Why doesn’t he just take me already?
“I understand,” I pant, arching my back and straining against his restraint. If only I could pull him down on top of me.
“Do you?” he asks as his head dips down.
His mouth parts and his tongue darts out. I moan, squirming, hips jerking as his tongue laps at me. “Do you understand that when you’re in this bed, you belong to me?”
“Yes,” I answer and my fingers curl, nails sinking into my palms. If only I could grab him by the back of the head and shove his face into my breast. I need him to keep licking me.
“Say it,” he demands, dragging his tongue across the top of my nipple then tracing the circle of my areola.
“Say what?” I have to ask. My thoughts are so muddled I can’t think straight. In his hands, beneath his tongue, my brain is no longer capable of functioning.
“Say you’re mine; say you belong to me.” His mouth completely covers my nipple now and he sucks back, hard.
“I’m yours,” I groan. Between my thighs my core throbs and aches painfully.
“And?” his breath puffs against the wetness on my breast.
“I belong to you.”
But just for tonight.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “I’ve been wanting to suck on these all night.”
With his one hand, he grabs and gropes my breast as he sucks on it. His fingers squeeze as his mouth covers my nipple completely. Hard he pulls, suckling and working me over with his tongue, teeth, and lips.
Deep inside me, I feel something unraveling.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans as he slides over to my other breast. “I just can’t get enough.”
Fuck, I groan inwardly as his fingers cup around me and he lashes me with his tongue. If he keeps this up I just might come.
As if he can read my mind, Colt chuckles and his suckling stops. He pulls back until the peak of my breast slides out of his mouth with a wet pop.
“I want to memorize each inch of you with my tongue.”
Down he slides, nibbling and tasting while pulling my trapped hands with him.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, pausing at my belly button.
I hesitate. I’m not a virgin, I’ve slept with a couple of guys when I was in high school because, honestly, I was horny and simply curious. But I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. I’ve had plenty of guys wanting me to go down on them, but I wasn’t into that. At the time I thought why should I pleasure them and not get anything out of it? I was pretty certain they wouldn’t return the favor. Two guys, there’s only been two guys I’ve been with sexually and it wasn’t much more than them groping me and sticking it in until they got off. And since high school I haven’t been with anyone, I’ve simply been too busy with work.
“Whitney,” Colt growls and his teeth nip at my belly. “I gave you a command. Obey me.”
Mentally it feels like it takes way too much effort, way too much will to get my knees to unlock.
“Yes,” Colt purrs encouragement. “Such a good girl.”
Oh my god. I feel both horribly mortified and terribly excited as he eats me up with his eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans as he slides lower, pinning my trapped wrists against my stomach.
I feel the first stroke of his tongue against my clit and it hits me like a zap. My hips jerk and I cry out.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” His tongue drags down, slowly. Then suddenly, quickly, it strokes back up. “You taste like ambrosia.”
He growls and sucks my clit into his mouth. The pressure, the pleasure, it’s simply too much. My hips rock and I try to grind myself against his mouth.
“I’m going to come. Oh my god, I’m going to come,” I cry out.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, never imagined, never dreamed that a guy going down on me could feel this fucking good. I feel swollen, full of heat and steam, and there’s so much throbbing, so much pressure, I’m about to burst.
“Come,” he growls around me and the vibrations set me off.
I scream out his name as colors flash behind my eyes and all my nerves explode like tiny little fireworks.
He licks me up, pinning me to the bed with a hand on my hip. His tongue is merciless, lapping and savoring, his mouth practically drinking from me as my thighs quiver and the quake of the orgasm fades to milder aftershocks.
By the time I’m done, I feel sated and boneless. Weak and limp, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.
Until his head pops up.
His lips glisten as he grins at me from between my thighs, and the wicked twinkle returns to his eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”
Fingers loosening, he releases the grip that traps my hands and moves up my body, purposely sliding his skin against mine. I gasp and tremble, the sensation is too much, my skin feels overly sensitive like all my senses have been amped up.
His knees cover my thighs, and I feel his hardness poking my belly as he positions himself.
“Look at me, Whitney.” His hand cups my cheek tenderly and he rubs his nose against my nose. “I want you to look me in the eyes as I enter you.”
I gasp, my eyes locked on his eyes as he moves his hips. I feel his cock slipping down my belly, then it’s sliding against my clit and through my slick folds.
His eyes darken as the crown of his cock nudges at my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he groans, “but tight. Tell me if it hurts.”
He’s too big, my brain screams at me as my body seems intent on rejecting him, resisting at first. There’s no pain, just lots and lots of pressure as he pushes forward. Like a rubber band being stretched, he pushes and pushes until something inside me finally gives. The resistance gone, my body opening to him in acceptance, he surges forward, stretching my walls almost to the breaking point with the size of his enormous cock.
My lashes flutter and his face blurs, going out of focus. I’ve never felt so full before.
“Are you okay?” he asks, just holding himself there with the head of his cock bumping the barrier to my womb.
“Yes,” I whisper, bringing his face back into focus and melting beneath his concern.
“I’m not hurting you?” he groans and I feel him pull back just a little.
“No,” my thighs tighten around him and I scramble to wrap my legs around his waist. “It feels really, really good.”
“It does?” he asks and just like that the concern is gone. The wicked gleam returns to his eyes and he pulls back some more.
“Yes,” I groan and feel my eyes rolling up.
“Look at me,” he demands and thrusts forward. “I want you to look me in the eye while I’m fucking you.”
“Why?” I whine as my eyes find his eyes again and he pulls out all the way only to inch his way back in—torturing me with the slowness.
“Because I want you right here with me,” he grunts, withdraws and slams back in. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere else.”
“I’m here,” I tell him, and he keeps me there by pounding his cock into me, over and over.
I wanted to escape, I wanted to pretend I was someone else, that this was something else, but he won’t let me. I feel pinned and contained by his gaze, as if he’s trying to peer into the very depths of my soul.
“Do you like this?” he asks, driving forward with so much force his balls slap against my ass.
“Yes,” I gasp, my thighs tightening around him as I try to hold him in.
He grins. “Do you like me fucking you, Whitney?”
My heels dig into his ass cheeks as he pulls out. I just want him back, buried deep inside me. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
I have to look him in the eye, I’m not allowed to look away when I say, “I like you fucking me.”
His head bends down, face leaning even closer as he stares at me darkly. “I love fucking your pussy.”
Good grief, I can’t even…
He grins but it’s more like a snarl as he strains with effort, white teeth flashing in the moonlight. “Your pussy was made to take my cock. You fit me like a fucking glove.”
Fuck.
There’s a quiver of warning and then my walls clench down around him and I come, hard.
“Yes,” he groans, his cock forced to fight through my tight clutch. “Come for me, baby.”
In and out he pumps. “Come for me, Whitney.”
I want to close my eyes but I can’t. My sex spasms, my walls milking him as I’m swept up into blissful waves of pleasure. And the entire time he stares into my eyes. I’ve never felt more exposed, but I can’t hold on any longer.
I just let go.
“Oh fuck,” Colt snarls and growls, and I see the same release mirrored back at me. There’s something indescribably extraordinary about watching him break inside his eyes during my own throes.
It’s not a little death, it’s rebirth.
I feel his cock twitch then swell as he jerks above me, and a moment later I’m filled with sudden warmth.
I hold him, my hands stroking down his back tenderly as he moves above me. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before. Not only is he still looking into my eyes but he’s also inside me, filling me with himself.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, I suddenly realize why I feel such warmth.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I whisper.
His eyes widen in horror. “Shit.”
I hope I didn’t just get fucked in more ways than one, but good thing I’m on birth control.