Chapter 22
Bella
“A faint heart never filled a flush.”
~ Papa Duke
As Colton wrapped me up in his arms, the raging emotion, all the swirling turmoil, began to still at his touch. He had always had that power over me and I loved and hated it at the same time. I hated the loss of control. But, I did love the way it made me feel to be taken care of, and surrender that control to someone that I knew was so capable, and so trustworthy.
I let myself absorb his strength as I cried all the tears that’d been waiting to be cried. I cried for me. I cried for Sadie. I cried for Colton. I cried and cried and cried.
He held me, whispering that he was sorry and that he loved me.
When the last tear had fallen and my eyes fluttered open, I started to become aware of my surroundings. I was cradled in Colton’s arms, sitting in his lap, my head nuzzled in my favorite place. The crook of his neck.
I inhaled and without thinking, I pressed my lips to it and felt the moan vibrate beneath my lips. I liked the feeling, I wanted more of it, so I kissed him again, this time letting my tongue taste his flesh.
His hand that had been rubbing my back moved lower and gripped my hip. I tightened my arms around him as I trailed kisses up the side of his neck. Up and down. Losing myself in the salty taste that was either my own tears or just Colton, I didn’t know. Letting myself forget about everything but how I felt.
“Bella.” Colton rasped.
I stilled, then lifted my head. “I need you, Colton. I don’t want to think, I just want to fee—”
Colton crushed his lips to mine before I finished my thought.
I surrendered completely to the sensations that his kiss sent through me. It might be crazy, what we were doing after everything that had happened. But crazy was what I was around him. I had to face it. And what I had to face even more than that was that I liked the brand of crazy I became when he touched me. I craved it.
I tilted my head back. My mind was racing. I could feel myself starting to slip down into that place I loved—that place where I lost all consciousness of anything in my life except the moment I was in, and the way that Colton was touching me.
I might just have to face the possibility that, when it came to me, Colton was an addiction, one that I might never kick. No matter how hard I tried.
I let out a small gasp. The feeling of Colton’s lips pressing against the tender, sensitive flesh of my neck caused my heart to beat faster. I felt my runaway pulse throbbing hard in my neck, and an instant later, I felt Colton’s lips pressed firmly against it.
Knowing that he was feeling the blood pumping through my veins under his lips caused it to speed up even faster. Now it seemed my heart was beating right out of my chest, and I was filled with a raging hunger. I needed to go farther, and faster. My heartbeat sounded like a drumbeat in my ears and I had to move to the rhythm it dictated.
I reached down and slipped my shirt over my head. I needed to get naked as quickly as possible. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth. I wanted his fingers running up and down my hot skin, electrifying it to the boiling point.
Colton’s lips burned against my skin as he moved them against me. He kissed his way down my neck and over my chest. He pushed my bra up and off of my breasts, never even bothering to unhook it, just sliding it off right over my head. Then he cupped my full mounds in his hands, holding them up like prizes, and flicked my nipples with his tongue, swirling them and teasing them until I thought I’d die.
I put my hands on his chest and shoved, forcefully, so his back was flat against the couch cushions. His eyes widened at the sudden change in energy, at my take-charge attitude. I shifted so that I straddled him, placing one knee on each side of his thighs. I needed to feel empowered, and this was the way I was going to do it. I was done letting other people determine what was going to happen, in this or anything else. I was taking back my power.
I pushed Colton’s shoulders back and attacked his mouth with mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth hungrily, sweeping it back and forth, exploring all the territory it had to offer. He pushed back with his own tongue. We kissed like that for what seemed like an exquisite eternity.
Then, the hunger overtaking me again, I grabbed his hands and moved them to my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as we kissed, sending sparks shooting through me as he pinched and rolled them. He definitely knew what he was doing. He knew my body, in some ways, better than I did. And I enjoyed putting myself in his hands in the most literal sense.
I felt his hard length pressing against me and moved my hips slowly back and forth. I rolled my body in a seductive rhythm, creating a slow and sensual friction from the heat between my legs and his bulging dick. There were still clothes between us—but it was better that way because it couldn’t build too quickly. It was like a pot of water that could only heat up in slow, one-degree increments. It took a long time to get going, but when it did reach the boiling point, watching those bubbles rise to the top was all the more satisfying because of the long, steady journey it took to get there.
Colton groaned and his hands flew to my hips. He grasped me desperately, his fingers digging into my flesh, and pulled me down harder onto him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. “I love the way you feel on me. I want you, Bella. I need you. I love you.”
I disentangled myself from him, pushing his thighs apart with my body as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, holding his gaze. My chest was heaving with my rapid breaths, and so was his. Our eyes stayed locked onto each other for a long moment. It seemed like time itself was suspended.
Never breaking contact with his gaze, I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. I had to focus through my lust-haze, and it was a challenge. My fingers trembled and my mind wouldn’t stay still. I just kept envisioning the two of us together, flashes of what was to come, and it made it tough to drag my concentration back to the task at hand—undoing his jeans and pulling out his magnificent erection.
He lifted up off the couch to help me pull his jeans and boxers down when the time came.
When I finally had him completely free, I wrapped both hands around his impressive girth. I still held his eyes. I liked watching the fireworks go off behind them while I touched his dick. That wasn’t the only indication. The way his steely shaft jumped and pulsed under my grip gave me a pretty good idea that I was on the right track.
I removed my hands from him for one moment, ignoring his groan of protest, and licked my palms thoroughly, coating them with slick saliva before wrapping them back around his dick. The lubrication caused my hand to slide easily up and down his smooth skin. Each time I reached both his base and then tip, I tightened my fingers, giving each area an extra squeeze. After a few firm and steady strokes I noticed a bead of cum appear on his throbbing head. I knew that if I continued at this speed and friction, we’d end up at the finale sooner rather than later, so I slowed my movements and loosened my grip enough to continue the show but allow his arousal to subside.
I watched as his breathing evened out, his upper body relaxed slightly and the throbbing of his steel-hard flesh slowed. When I was pretty sure that I’d gotten things back to a good baseline, I decided to move to act two. Leaning forward I flattened my tongue and licked around the crown of his sex as my hand continued moving up and down his shaft.
His thighs flexed and he hissed through clenched teeth.
After several passes of my tongue going round and round the broad head of his erection he threaded his fingers through my hair and growled, “Fuck.”
My own sex clenched at his illicit word, sending a feverish rush of desire whipping through me. I sealed my lips around the tip of his erection and applied just a little suction. When I did, I heard him suck in an audible breath. My instinct, my internal desire was to pull him into the wet, warmth of my mouth, to take him as deep down my throat as I could but another part of me didn’t want it to feel too good too soon. I wanted to tease him a little. I wanted to draw this out. I wanted this to be another “slow boil” situation.
Slowly, torturously, I slid my mouth down his shaft. His shaft pulsed and throbbed against my tongue and beneath my lips. When I took him as far as I could, I rose back up at the same unhurried pace.
His fingers tightened against my scalp, pulling my hair in the best, most erotic way. The stinging sensation shot straight between my legs.
“Baby, that feels so good.” His voice was smoky with passion. “You make me feel so good.”
My heart swelled, which might be odd. I wasn’t sure if most girls fell more in love when they were giving someone a blowjob, but I loved giving Colton pleasure. I loved seeing and feeling his body’s reaction to me. I loved hearing him tell me how good he felt. How good I made him feel.
I continued moving up and down his shaft, enveloping him in the slick heat of my mouth, creating a mesmerizing rhythm. I lost myself in the motion and closed my eyes as I reveled in his taste, in the power of his body, in being with him like this.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded roughly.
I lifted my gaze and when it locked with his, my body shook from what I saw. Intensity. Passion. Affection. Need. Desire. All of those emotions swirled together and were directed at me. It was one of the most intense things I’d ever experienced. I felt both hypnotized and hypnotic at the same time. The connection that we shared wasn’t one-sided. I could see that he was just as mesmerized as I was.
I started moving more forcefully and his engorged head hit the back of my throat every time I moved my lips to the base, and I loved it. I worked to relax the back of my throat so that I could take him deeper and deeper. I wanted all of him, every little part of him.
“Stop. I’m gonna come,” he groaned.
But I didn’t stop.
The idea of him coming in my mouth didn’t bother me. In fact, it struck me as the ultimate power move—I would be in complete control at that point. But when I didn’t quit, he grasped my shoulders and pushed me backward, off of him.
“I said stop,” he repeated, his tone commanding now, and his eyes clear. Oh, shit. It was hot. And it had an effect on me…most noticeably the gushing river that my panties had just become. I’d never heard him use that kind of no-arguments tone before, especially with me. But, damn. It was hot!
His body was shaking from getting so close to release and a thrill raced through me because I knew that this was just the beginning.