CHAPTER 11
Natalie
I was deep in thought, immersed in the books and notes in front of me. The library was quiet, which enabled me to fully focus on the pages filled with a lot of complex paragraphs. The exam date was approaching, and I was becoming more nervous. Joey was a nice distraction for a bit, but now I needed to focus again.
But that was hard with Colt staring at me. His eyes practically boring a hole in my head.
It wasn’t my fault nothing had happened since that first night! We didn’t know what we were doing from here, and for now I had to accept that. But I could tell Colt wasn’t okay with it.
I didn’t even notice Colt approaching me, until he stopped directly above me, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. His eyes penetrated into me, stealing the air out of my lungs, and I was reminded once more how sexy and gorgeous this man was.
My pussy warmed the moment I remembered our night in the safe house. It’d felt too good.
Ugh. Focus Natalie.
“We need to talk,” he said and suddenly grabbed me by my upper arm.
“What? What is going on?”
“We need some privacy.”
He pulled me into a study room, locking the door behind him. I looked around the empty room confused, wondering if there was some problem. There were several armchairs and tables around the small room, surrounded with the bookshelves filled with various books.
“Colt? You’re scaring me. Please, tell me what’s going on. Is this still about Joey? I told you he was fine!”
He exhaled in frustration, closing the distance between us, and looked at me seriously. “Look, there is something I need to tell you. I know it’s crazy and all, especially because I’m your bodyguard and any personal relationship is strictly forbidden, but I can’t help it.” I stopped breathing, impatiently waiting for his next words. “I feel something for you, Natalie.”
“Colt.”
I let a small sigh out, trying to calm down my increasing heartbeat, but it was impossible. He wasn’t indifferent toward me. Just like me, he felt something that was stronger than our reason. Stronger than just the sexual chemistry between us.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Since that first night I met you, actually. You blew my mind, and then I saw you again, and I was more attracted to you than ever. When that man pulled a gun on your father, I thought I was going to lose my shit. I was so worried about you.”
He moved and stopped directly in front of me, only several inches separating our faces when he leaned in. His warm breath caressed my lips, creating tingles and a churning desire in the pit of my stomach. He smelled so good, and I wanted to forget about the obstacles between us.
He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it, making me melt. I needed his touch. I needed him to make me feel all those breathtaking sensations he’d evoked in me in Turkey and in the safe house.
“When I saw that guy earlier, I was so jealous. I don’t want anyone to approach you. I want you all for myself.”
My pussy throbbed, and I clenched my thighs together, trying to ease the aching. I was surprised at his outburst of jealousy. I’d never expected him to react like this—to be so possessive. My heart contracted happily, and I couldn’t resist the pull toward him anymore.
“You’re jealous this much?” I asked, sliding my hand slowly over his chest. His heart was beating so fast underneath my palm, matching the rhythm of my own.
He cupped the back of my neck and drew me even closer. Our bodies met as one, softness against his rigidness—like we were made for each other.
“Yes. If I can’t have you, no one will.”
His lips were on mine before I could even respond. The heat filled my whole being, and all reason was cast aside as I returned his ardent kiss. I pressed against his erection, feeling a deep need inside of me for him. He moaned into my mouth, pushing me backward until I hit into the armchair and lost my balance, falling right into it.
I was about to get up, but he didn’t let me, holding me in place as he went to his knees in between my legs. My pulse sped up, and I began panting. His eyes were eating me alive, his hands traveling to my zipper.
“Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you’re crazy about me.”
“I’m crazy about you, Colt. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to fuck me right now.”
His smirk was huge. “You have no idea how much I fantasized about you saying those words to me.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, exposing my sexy undies. “You’re so beautiful.” He caressed my mound over the thin material, creating a burning need in me that was begging to be satiated. “You’re perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you or your sweet pussy.”
His fingers stroked me slowly, and my pussy grew hotter. I could already feel my panties becoming wetter, and he groaned loudly when he felt it too. He moved his fingers over the damp material, sliding up and down tantalizingly slowly, and I was panting hard.
“Colt... Ah...” I bucked my hips and pushed my mound into his hand, needing him to deepen the touch.
He seemed content with prolonging my pleasure, since he continued to touch me over my undies with no intention to speed up his pace. He brought his other hand to my thigh to keep me in place when I started squirming, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re so sexy. My cock aches for you. It misses your tight pussy.”
“Colt!” I cried out and moved my hips forward, trying to get him to give me the touch I was desperate for.
He moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my swollen folds, finally giving me what I wanted. I moaned and grabbed the arm rests, all of a sudden feeling restless. He was rubbing my clitoris fast and then slow, and it drove me wild. I had to press my hand against my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out loudly.
“You’re so wet. Perfect.”
He plunged two fingers inside of me, pushing them fully inside, and I bit into my lip when the ecstatic sensation exploded in me. His other hand covered my breast over my blouse and played with my nipple, doubling the pleasure I felt.
“Yes, Natalie. Come for me, baby. I need you to cover my fingers with your delicious juices.”
My head rolled backward and I closed my eyes, burning under the intensity of his fingers ripping through my wet walls. I was so close, and each part of me shuddered in the sweet torture of his fingers. His other hand cupped my mound, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit fast as his fingers fucked me rough and deep, and the muffled scream left my lips when I orgasmed with the intensity that shattered me.
He pulled his pants and underwear down and switched places with me. He brought me to his lap and said, “Ride me, baby. Ride me like you own this big cock. I’m all yours.”
My pussy was on fire, dripping wet after the amazing orgasm he’d given me, but when I sat down on his huge length, I was completely overwhelmed with the unbearable pleasure, the sensitivity of my mound after my climax enhancing the sensations.
“You feel so good inside of me, Colt. I need this.”
I rode him fast, gripping his shoulders as I bounced up and down on him. Our lips met, and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, meeting mine with urgency that ruled us both. I completely forgot that we were in a public place, driven by desire that was stronger than anything I’d felt in my life. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, increasing my speed, and relished in the hardness of his sexy cock.
His hands were holding my ass tight, guiding me as he brought his hips up to meet my pussy, and it brought me a sizzling sensation that threatened to erupt into a new orgasm soon. His low moans made me wetter—the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard—and I was barely able to contain my own. I was sure that if I was to let myself cry out, everyone outside would hear us.
“What are you doing to me?” His eyes bore into mine, reaching the depths hidden within me, and he stole more of my heart.
I smashed my lips against his, shuddering when another orgasmic wave washed over me, and moaned loudly into his mouth. I convulsed several times, arching my back when the pleasure became almost unbearable.
“Damn. Your pussy feels amazing around my cock when you come. I need you to come again,” his voice wasn’t his as he penetrated deeper into me, sending another rush of delirious sensation through me.
I spasmed around his rock-hard dick and clamped my hand against my mouth, already orgasming again. This time it was stronger since he didn’t stop pounding into me, moving me on him faster than before, and my whole body felt weightless under such overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes. That’s my girl.”
He stood up and pulled me to the carpet, pushing me to my fours. He was right behind me, plunging inside of me again, and this position brought me a whole different pleasure. Our bodies hit against each other in the quiet space of the library room, our ragged breaths mixing together in hurry and hunger that couldn’t be easily satiated.
“You’re mine, Natalie. Only mine. I don’t want you near other men. I want to own this sweet pussy. I just can’t help but want you again and again.”
I could barely form a sentence from the intensity of our sex, clenching around him once more when I came again, and it was so powerful that I was a second away from collapsing to the floor. Luckily, his arm snaked around my waist and held me in place, pulling me closer to him as he continued his ruthless tempo.
“I’m only yours, Colt.”
He growled and flipped me around, pushing me to my back as he held my legs upward in the air. His cock thrust deep inside, pounding into me like he was going to rip me into two, and it was too much. I was completely wet and swollen. Just when the scream left my lips, he clamped his hand over my mouth to silence me, driving into me a few more times before he finally let go.
His lips latched onto mine in a maddening kiss, while he ejaculated his load in continuous waves that made his cock twitch, which felt amazing against my sensitive insides. I hugged him and closed my eyes, enjoying out afterglow in silence.
He brought himself to his elbows, caging me in with his strong arms, and looked at me so passionately that he stole my breath away. For a several moments we were just looking at each other, drinking in the unusual feelings that were connecting us together.
“You’re beautiful, Natalie,” he told me suddenly, his unblinking gaze making my heart flutter uncontrollably.
I smiled and traced his lips with my fingers. They were so soft and plump. “Just like you, Colt. You make my heart act in ways I never expected.”
He laughed and left another kiss on my lips, pulling out of me. My pussy protested, wanting more of him despite everything that had just transpired in here. I couldn’t believe we actually did it here!
“What if somebody heard us?” I asked, suddenly worried that anyone could be onto us.
He got to his feet and helped me get up. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? You know, I would do it again, but I think you should get back to studying now.”
He winked at me and left me gaping after him, crazy for him more than ever.