I HAD ONLY BEEN with two guys my whole life. One was a bumbling loss of my virginity in the back seat of a car to my first serious boyfriend, who moved away a month later. The other was a guy I dated for a few months my freshman year. Then he decided the brunette who sat next to us in algebra was better than me and shit-canned me. So my experience was definitely limited in the sex department, but holy hell… Colton was a sex god.
I was convinced.
As soon as we entered my apartment, it was like we spontaneously combusted. I couldn’t touch him or get close enough. If his body could have literally absorbed mine, I would have been happy. I had never felt so connected to someone on such a deep level. It was as if our bodies knew each other. He made me feel like my body was shattering into a million fragments and then falling back together. His body was rock hard everywhere, if you know what I mean, and abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. Those tats I saw peeking out of his shirt sleeves were dark and light abstract designs that stretched up to his shoulders and wrapped around to the back of his arms. His eyes were an ice blue and those lashes…. Lordy, why were guys always blessed with eyelashes like that? It just wasn’t fair!
When I first unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock from its confines, I almost swallowed my tongue. I was sure there was no way in hell he was going to fit. He was like silk-encased steel, and I could barely wrap my hand around him.
He teased me for a few seconds, gliding just the tip of his massive cock into my entrance. When he slid all the way in, there was a slight burn as I stretched to accommodate him. He held still in me with his chin dropped to his chest and his eyes tightly closed, breathing deep but ragged. He held his weight up on his arms, and I noticed his muscles were tense and quivering. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye as he pulled nearly all the way out.
“This one is going to be hard and fast. I can’t hold back. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispered as he slammed his cock back in me. I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him better access to enter me deeper. Reaching up, I ran my hands along the defined muscles of his back, feeling every contour and ridge as I trailed my fingertips down to his tight ass as it tightened further with each thrust. The rhythm was frantic, but with each drive of his cock into my wet pussy, I felt a tingling as he massaged my G-spot over and over until I couldn’t hold back.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” I wailed on repeat like a crazy banshee, arching my back as I felt my inner muscles pulse and squeeze his cock. My body exploded as I saw flashes of light behind my closed eyelids, my muscles all tensed up, and I felt myself quivering head to toe.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Oh shit, baby. Yessssss!” he growled out. I felt his cock swell even more before a roar burst from him as he came. He continued to stroke in and out slowly a few more times before he collapsed to his elbows and his hands framed my face as he kissed me gently, then rolled over to his back, pulling me with him and tucking me to his side. I felt our combined fluids run down the side of my thigh and instinctively clenched my thighs around his leg. He kissed the top of my head and let out a deep sigh.
“That was absolutely amazing,” I said with a breathless voice. As he lightly stroked my back up and down with his hand, he chuckled softly and kissed my forehead.
“Yeah, that was definitely pretty incredible, babe. Sorry, it was so quick. I’m not usually like that, but you’re fucking amazing.”
I smiled shyly at him. What a time to be bashful. Damn, I just screwed him like a porn star. Part of me wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. What the hell had come over me? Shit. Evidently, I was a closet wanton. As I laughed, he looked at me with a questioning gaze. I giggled again and told him I was just thinking crazy things. He smiled, giving me those sexy dimples as he reached over and tucked my stupid long bangs back behind my ear again. Why did I even let the hair dresser tell me they were a good idea? Ugh. They were a pain in the ass.
I leaned and reached over the side of the bed, feeling for my phone before I remembered it was in the back pocket of my jeans in the living room. I saw his in his jeans and grabbed it, opening the camera and snuggling back into him. I held it above us, capturing our smiling faces on the screen. He took it from me, looking at the picture showing a grinning couple with total “just fucked” expressions; flushed cheeks, long dark blonde hair curling around his shoulder and laying up against his dark head of sweat-spiked hair. He smiled, then dropped his phone back to the floor as he kissed me again.
I felt his cock jump a little against my leg, and I quickly opened my eyes and looked at him. He smirked, shrugged, and said, “What? You do crazy things to me. And I told you I would make it up to you, remember?”
I slid over him and raised up to guide his cock in me once more. He grabbed on tightly to my hips but let me set the pace as I rode him slow and sensually at first, and then faster as I felt another orgasm building. When it hit me, I felt on the edge of just falling apart—like molecules-scattered-across-the-room falling apart. I pulsed and tingled, gripping his cock hard with every spasm, making me throw my head back and moan. We were like two halves, and there was no telling where one started and the other stopped. I felt his hands glide up and cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples and massaging me. He slid his palms featherlight up and down my side before he slipped one hand down and his thumb circled my clit as he leaned up to suckle a nipple. As soon as his lips wrapped around my other nipple, I exploded again.
Jesus.
He gripped my hips, pounding up into me until I felt his hot cum fill me again, and I collapsed on his chest. Our mingled sweat made our chests glide across each other before I rested my head on his shoulder, panting like I’d just ran a marathon.
Holy cow. Wow. Just wow.
We went two more rounds before the sun lightened the sky and we collapsed, worn out and totally exhausted. I didn’t think twice in one night was possible for a guy, let alone four.
Sweet heavens.
My eyelids grew heavy and I just couldn’t keep them open. The last conscious thought I had was how a girl could definitely get used to this kind of treatment. Then I felt his firm lips whispering across my swollen, soft lips as I gave a sleepy smile and snuggled deeper into his warm body.
I hated to leave her, but I needed to track down Mason. I hadn’t slept more than a few minutes here and there all fucking night, but we needed to hit the road if we planned on making it back in time. Top would have our fucking asses if we were AWOL. No way in hell was I getting my ass in a sling. He better not have disappeared with some fucking ho, or I was gonna have to kick his ass. I sent him a text telling him he better meet me at his cousin’s place within the hour, if he wasn’t there already.
As I dressed and gathered my phone and keys, I looked at the rumpled bed where my beautiful angel lay sleeping. God, she really did look like an angel with her golden hair and sun-kissed skin against the pale-blue sheets. Her hair was a crazy mess all around her head and across the pillow, but she was a beautiful sight. Her lashes lay soft against her cheeks, and her sexy-as-fuck lips were still kiss swollen and slightly parted. Shit, I wished I had time to wake her for one last round as I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I readjusted it and leaned over to kiss her softly on her head. I didn’t want to wake her because I knew I wore her clean out. Poor girl.
Damn, I really didn’t want to go, and I knew I was standing there staring at her like some crazy-ass stalker, but I need to pop smoke. Seeing a notebook and textbook on the bedside table, I did something I never did before… I wrote my phone number down for her and told her to keep in touch with me and maybe I could swing by to see her after I got back. Shit. That was dumb. What if something crazy happened and I didn’t make it back? Besides, by the time I did get back, she would probably have found someone who deserved her. Someone who could offer her a stable life, the white picket fence and all that sappy shit. I reminded myself I didn’t do relationships.
I just didn’t.
Not with my job.
It would be stupid.
I didn’t even really know this girl anyway. I ripped the paper from the notebook as carefully as I could so I didn’t wake her, crumpled it, and tossed it into her trash can by the door. I stared down at the wadded-up paper amid all the other rumpled up bits of papers and trash, wishing I didn’t feel like it was my heart I just ripped out and dropped in there….
What the fuck?
In one night, this girl crawled right up under my skin. I never even got her name, but knew I would never forget last night, or her.
As I quietly let myself out of her room, I ran smack into the redhead from last night coming out of the bathroom. She squealed in surprise. Great, so much for trying to keep the noise down.
“What? Who are you? What the heck!”
“Shhhhh. She’s wracked out. Take care of her for me?” I gave a small, sad smile and walked out her front door, leaving her friend standing there slack-jawed.