Chapter Sixteen
Colton
I’m kissing her, and I can’t think straight. We did a whole lot of talking these past couple of weeks, and tonight I just want her naked body pressed to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck showing me that her thoughts are moving in the same direction. I press my lips to hers and kiss the air right out of her. Holding her in my arms feels right. The kiss is hot. Our lips meld together in perfect harmony. My body hums with need.
She pulls back, out of breath. “Um, wow.” She’s holding her chest smiling. I take it as a good sign, but I’m out of my element. At this point, I would usually sweep her off her feet. Carry her to the bedroom and show her what a generous lover I am.
“I hope that was okay,” I say hesitantly. I’m at a loss for words. I stand, waiting as she catches her breath. “Do you want to sit and talk?” I ask even though it’s the last thing on my mind. I still want to come across as a gentleman even though tonight I’m feeling anything but.
“Talk…” she repeats before lunging herself toward me. Her lips press hard against mine, and once again we seem entangled in each other. My arms around her waist press her tight little body against my hard one, and I’m hard all over right now. The kiss is intense. Our tongues lash out hungrily. She’s hot for me and horny as hell. I remember her saying it’s been awhile since she’s had sex and my feisty red-head seems to be a firecracker ready to detonate. I pull her up from her waist and murmur, “Bed…where’s a bed?” I realize she can’t hear me as I press kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I pull my head back. “Can we take this to a bedroom?”
She nods, removing her legs from my body and takes me by the hand like she’s on a mission. I follow her into her bedroom. It’s simple with a white bed frame and a blue floral comforter. It’s homey in here too, and seems so Evie. I lift her up in my arms and lay her back on the bed, my hungry eyes raking over every inch of her body.
“You smell so good,” she says, and I love how honest and real she is. She isn’t acting like the sex kittens I’m used to.
“Can I take off all your clothes?” I ask, but really, I feel like I’m asking her permission to have sex with her. She nods and begins to lift her T-shirt over her head to reveal small pert tits and a lace bra. I start to unbutton my dress shirt, and she licks her lips. My dick is pulsating in my pants as I think of how good she’s going to feel.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say, and then I worry about cursing around her. It almost feels wrong. “Come here.” I extend my hand to help her up to me. I thought I wanted her flat on her back, but now I want something else entirely. I want her completely unhinged by lust. She gives me her hand willingly. I seemed to have gained her trust. Will she hate me when she realizes that I like sex dirty?
I walk her over to the wall and place each of her palms above her head spread out a couple of feet. I move her red hair to the side of her shoulder and set soft kisses down her neck. Small goosebumps erupt on her milky skin. I can’t be a gentle lover for long. My soft kisses turn into hungry nips as my need to brand her skin grows. I watch her breathing pick up. She doesn’t push me away, so I take it that she’s game. I spin her, so she’s facing me.
“Evie, if I do something you don’t like, lift your left hand or tap my shoulder. I don’t want to do something you don’t want,” I repeat to make sure she understands me.
She nods her head.
“Tell me what I just said,” I say, needing her confirmation.
“You want me to lift my left hand if I’m uncomfortable. I’m comfortable. I’m enjoying you.” Her grin is salacious which heats me up even more.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and she listens. Her willingness to trust me and listen to me makes me so hot because I know she must be out of her element. I slip my hand into her yoga pants and allow two fingers to graze her clit. “You’re soaked.”
She looks back at me with heat in her eyes. She doesn’t say a word, but I feel like she’s anticipating my next move. I begin to lower her pants along with a thong she’s wearing, and as I reach her knees, I drop down to my knees and remove her pants from her ankles. She’s breathing hard with anticipation. I slowly run both my hands over her calves and up the back of her thighs. When I reach her slightly rounded ass, I cup it hard then with my right hand give it a loud smack that I know must sting. She lets out a gasp but before she has time to react I slide my finger into her opening from behind. With her palms spread along the wall and with her ass facing me, she looks delectable. I begin to pump my finger. She lets out soft moans and begins to move her hips needing friction. I pull my finger out, and she gasps again.
“Please, Colton,” she says but she doesn’t turn her head, so I know she isn’t expecting an answer. I drop to my knees and smack her ass again, hard. I don’t wait for a reaction before I bury my face between her thighs. As my tongue grazes her clit, I feel lost in her. Her taste intoxicating. My tongue is hungry for her orgasm. I don’t relent as I lap up her juices, running my tongue over her clit. I add a finger to pump her just as hard, and she’s writhing above me. Her fine ass on display, her swollen pussy in my face. I’m close to fucking blowing my load, which is a first for me since I pride myself on my self-control. Only with her, it’s different. My self-control is lost and all I can see, taste and feel is her.
“I can’t stand. I’m going to fall. I’m going to come, Colton…I’m…coming.” She falls into her orgasm, and her legs vibrate with the intensity and her need to remain upright. I don’t relent, grazing my tongue while pumping her hard. The view of her pussy is fucking surreal like a fresh swollen peach I can’t get enough of. Her orgasm isn’t loud, but the vibrations racking her body are intense. She grips my shoulders for support, and I place each of my palms on her firm round ass. Holding her up but also keeping her in place. When she comes down from the ecstasy, I release her slowly and look into her heavy-lidded eyes.
“Whoa.” She slides down to the floor to catch her breath staring blankly at the space in front of her. She looks very well fucked by my mouth, a look I like too much on her, maybe because I view her as innocent. I quickly remove my trousers and boxers and watch as her eyes sparkle in the dark as she takes in my naked form. She still looks spent, so I take a seat beside her on the floor. She places her head on my shoulder as we both sit with our backs to the cold wall. I want to give her a moment to calm down when she gets up on her knees and takes my hand in hers. I don’t know what she has in mind, but by the seductive look, she’s giving me I like her train of thought.
“Stand,” she says looking into my eyes. I hop up on my two feet, but she stays kneeled in front of me. A small hiss escapes my lips as her mouth moves closer and closer to my cock.
I grab her chin and tilt it upwards so that she’s looking at me. “You don’t have to,” I say as my cock pulsates too close to her succulent mouth.
She nods her head and presses me with a little force against the wall and before I can breathe another word her warm mouth envelopes my cock. She pulls back with suction and then downs the length of my eight-inch cock. Fucking hell. “Fuck.” I jeer as my head tilts back enjoying her mouth. The way it caresses my length, the way she uses her hands to cup my sac. I’m a fucking goner. I look down as her long red hair swishes back and forth with her movements. I watch as her breasts bounce with the force she uses to suck me down hard and fast. I need to come, and I say it out loud, my mind in a fog when I remember she didn’t hear me. Fuck! I don’t have time to catch her attention as her mouth gives me a long pull, the suction harsh, her hand pumping me at my base. I begin to come, and she removes her mouth, and I’m scared I’ve completely freaked her out, but then she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue while continuing to pump me with her hand. I come all over her fucking tongue, and it’s filthy and so erotic. I like to dominate in the bedroom. I’ve held a woman’s hair back while commanding her to do exactly this but never have I ceded control, given the reins over so to speak and felt this way, had such a dirty blow job. When I’ve blown my load, she slows her rhythm down. I give her a hand to help her off her knees. My cum has dripped down her chin.
“Evie that was so…” I feel at a loss for words.
Her cheeks turn a little red. She can’t be blushing after that. “Good?” she questions.
“Hot, dirty, sexy.” My voice is rough. “Where’s your bathroom? Let me clean you up.”
She points to the door. “Just on the right. There are towels under the sink.” I give her a soft kiss on her cheek and head for the washroom to clean off my cock and get a warm towel to clean her up. When I return to the bedroom she’s lying flat on her back at the head of the bed her red hair splayed beside her. Her nipples pointing to the ceiling, perfect rose-colored buds that I can’t wait to suckle. I climb the bed on my knees and use the cloth to wipe her face gently. She doesn’t say anything. She just watches me intently. When I’m done with her face, I put the washcloth on her nightstand and settle in beside her. I lift her arm and pat my chest for her to lie on me. We lie quietly for a few moments both of us fixated on the ceiling. Me hoping that I haven’t scared her off with my sexual prowess.
“I have a confession.” Her voice breaks the silence. She shifts up the bed a little so that we are eye level.
“You have my attention.”
“That was the hottest sexual encounter I’ve ever had.” She bursts into laughter like a school girl. Her laughter is infectious, and I laugh too because she’s too damn cute.
“Evie, you’re one hell of a seductress,” I say, and she smiles appreciatively. “I’ve gotta say I didn’t expect you to like sex so filthy dirty.”
“I don’t. I don’t know what got into me. It’s you. I was fantasizing about doing that all day. I’ve never had such a dirty fantasy before. It seems like you bring out my dark desires.”
At her words, I feel heat flare in my eyes, and it doesn’t take long for the blood to run south to my cock turning me rock solid again. “I fantasized about eating your pussy all day. I didn’t know you would be such a dirty girl.” I admit too, and I watch as her throat bobs. She’s turned on again too. I can see the heat flaring in her eyes, the way her chest rapidly moves with each breath. “You turned on?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“I don’t know if it was watching you say pussy or calling me a dirty girl but I’m so wet right now I don’t understand it. It can’t be possible.”
“It’s possible. Look how my body reacts to you.” I squeeze my throbbing cock in my hand, and it pulsates. She licks her naturally red lips. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
Before we can breathe another word, our lips collide with hot fervor. We devour each other like we are each other’s last meal; like we are the breath we need to survive. I don’t know what’s happening but I’m spiraling, no falling, for this woman. I break the kiss apart, and a loud pop radiates through the room. She gives me an anticipatory look because after a kiss like that nobody is backing away.
“Climb on top of me,” I say to her as I lay on my back. She nods and climbs me. We both pause a little wide-eyed. “Condom. Right.” I chide myself for not already having one ready. She’s making me lose my head. I reach down to the floor and pull a condom out of my pocket. Fuck it if it looks presumptuous, we’ve been skating around the electricity between us for weeks. Now that we are together I know she feels it too. She rips the condom out of my hand breaks the wrapper with her teeth and sheathes my cock. I may have dominated the bedroom before Evie, but I can tell she’s going to give me a run for my money and truth is I like her self-assurance.
With my cock sheathed, she places her entrance right above my cock, her eyes glued to mine. It’s intense watching another person so intently during sex. I’m guessing this is her way of communication, reading body language. She begins to ride me slowly at first, then picking up speed. I tilt my hips so that she can rub that sweet clit of hers along my length. Her pussy begins to swell, and her eyes slowly lull shut, I close my eyes too, and just feel the moment, feel her riding me, her pussy hugging me, her wetness sheathing me. I’m lost to her. To the moment. She makes soft sounds as she comes, her body telling me so much more than the sounds leaving her mouth. I allow my release to take over and it spurs her on. She rides me fast and hard, milking mine and her orgasm right to the end. Then I feel her breasts pressed against the skin of my chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat. I run my fingers through her disheveled hair as we fight to catch our breaths. When both our breathing slows she rolls onto the bed beside me.
I tap her shoulder so that she looks up to me. “I’ll take care of this.” I run off to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, feeling a sense of loss for leaving her bed. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me or who this man is that feels so enthralled with a woman but I decide not to overthink it. I’ve had my share of panic attacks, I’ve analyzed my relationship issues like there’s no fucking tomorrow. Right now, I just want to be, and that’s what I do when I head back to bed with Evie. In the past, I would be pulling on my trousers right about now, but in this instance, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to be here with her.
I slip under the covers beside her and pull her into my embrace.
“Colton.” Her soft voice breaks the silence in the room again. She lifts her head to look at me. “What’s happening?” she asks, and I know what she’s asking, but I don’t have an answer. This thing between us is intense. Too intense and I’m not running.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
She bites her lip a little too hard. “Colton,” she says again and the way she says my name sounds so sweet. “If we are doing this I need you to promise me that you won’t be with other women.” The minute those words leave her mouth I cringe. I gather she must know about the long trail of women I’ve left behind. But that seems unfathomable when it comes to her.
“No other women, Evie. Only you. I only want you,” I say.
“Why?” she asks, and I can’t blame her, it’s an honest question, and she wants to protect herself.
“I don’t know. It’s not just a sexual attraction I feel toward you. It’s more.” I pause. “I don’t want to freak you out.” I realize I’m sounding…corny. Very unlike myself.
“You aren’t freaking me out. I just don’t sleep around. If we are sleeping together, I need to know we are monogamous.”
My phone lights up. It’s a text message. I pick it up and look at the screen. It’s a selfie of Cassy’s tits. Fuck! Fuck! I knew she wouldn’t let things go so easily. Cassy likes to play games. Only I was dead serious when I told her it was over.
Evie goes flying off the bed and me. “I can’t do this, Colton.”
I swing off the bed after her and take her by the shoulders. “Please listen to me. Yes, me and that woman have a history. She was never my girlfriend, but we had been together for many years off and on. I went to her tonight…” before I can finish my sentence, Evie spins out of my grip and walks briskly over to her closet where she pulls out a robe and puts it on closing it tightly around her body.
“Evie, please let me explain.” I get in her face, but she doesn’t want to look at me which means she also doesn’t hear me. She walks out of her bedroom, and I follow her. “Evie. Please.” I tap her shoulder. She’s angry, her lips pursed into a thin line. I can’t say I blame her.
“Leave,” she demands.
“Evie please,” I beg as she looks close to tears.
“I knew I had no business being with you,” she mutters, and her words feel like a sucker punch to the gut.
“If you would let me explain,” I say, but she closes her eyes. Dammit.
“Leave,” she repeats.
I head back to the bedroom to get my clothes, and all I can think is that I’ve just begun to know her. I can’t lose her. I don’t feel like I’ve fully had her and I want all of her. I want all of her to be mine. I’ve never felt this way before. She can’t expect me to walk away.
With my clothes on, I walk back out to the main room in her apartment. She can’t even look at me. I feel like I can’t look at myself. I’ve done this. My past has come back to bite me in the ass. I walk to the door and begin to turn the knob. “You know what? No, fuck this,” I practically shout, but of course she can’t hear me. I stalk over to her sitting in the corner of her couch wrapped in her large robe. I drop to my knees, and I can see that her eyes are watery. Something about her emotion has me entirely undone.
“Evie, I need you to look at me.” I take her chin gently in my hand and guide her eyes to mine. “That was Cassandra. I went over to her house tonight before I came over here to tell her that it was over between us. I am so attracted to you that I wanted to take you to bed tonight and I didn’t want to have any baggage when I did that. I know you aren’t the type of woman to sleep around and I know that if you trusted me tonight, it means something to you. Well, it meant something to me too. I want to be with you. I know I have a colorful past, but it ends here. It ended before I walked through your door tonight. All I ask is that you trust me. That you give us a chance,” I beg as I kneel in front of her. Her eyes have welled with tears.
“You ask me to trust you?” She throws my question back in my face. “Do you trust me? Why all these women? Why no relationships?”
Fuck. She seems to also call me out on my shit. Not surprised. “Okay.” I nod my head. “I told you the other night about my dad. How I was raised. About my mother leaving. I’ve never shared that with a woman before, but I shared it with you.”
“You say it like you’ve done me a favor,” she snaps back.
“I don’t mean it like that. I…just…I’m trying to be open with you…for Christ’s sake.” I shake my head because I’m out of my element. I stand to my feet, and her gaze follows me. “What do you want to hear? That I’m messed up? I am. I won’t lie to you, but I want you like I want air. If you’re asking me if I trust you? If I don’t see you as an evil bitch?” I snap, and a sad chortle escapes my lips. “That’s right, Evie, that’s how I viewed women as these selfish creatures who did what was good for them. I’ve spent most of my adult life in therapy. I was happy with how my life was going until I saw you. You wanted the truth, is that raw enough for you?” My voice was raised, and I felt myself shaking as she watched me, assessing my movements, her gaze trained on my lips.
“I don’t want to upset you, Colton.” She gets up from the couch. “I’m scared. What I feel for you is so intense. It’s too soon. I shouldn’t feel this way so soon,” she admits. “I have a son. I can’t lose myself in you, and tonight I was lost in you.”
I close the space between us and take her in my arms hugging her fiercely. Then I pull my head back to gain eye contact. “I know I’m asking a lot, but have some faith in me.”
She nods her head. “I want to. But I need you to give me that same faith. I need you not to see me like you saw her, your mother. The way you’ve been treating women all your life is a cause for concern.”
“I know, and I can’t explain it, but I see you differently. I want to change… I believe I already have. When I heard you speak about Carter with such conviction the other night it did something to my insides. You sparked hope inside me, but it’s more than that. It’s you. Tell me I haven’t fucked up. That you’ll give me a chance. You don’t realize this, Evie, but I’m enthralled with you.” I pause needing to catch my breath while realizing that all this talking must be hard on her. Her eyes have been glued to my lips, and I wonder if maybe I’m not the right guy for her, not only because we have a harder time with communication than other couples, but because she’s too damn good for me.
She worries her bottom lip while watching me and I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what’s happened to me. If it’s years of therapy that have just clicked into place or if it’s her, but something is happening and I can’t…no…I won’t walk out that door and never see her again. “Say something.”