Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men #9)(58)

He lifted his face and glanced toward my window, taking in the half a dozen dream catchers I had hanging there. When his lips parted with amazement, I touched his face until he turned his attention back to me.

“I want it hard and fast and delicious. You think you can handle that?”

Instead of answering, he kissed me. His lips slammed into mine. Our mouths opened and tongues tangled as if wrestling for control. The next thing I knew, his hands were gripping my hips and he was lifting me off him before swinging me around and tossing me back onto the bed. My spine barely hit the mattress before he ripped my pants down my legs.

Staring at my panties, he groaned and shook his head. “These panties you wear are going to kill me, I f*cking swear.”

I blinked, confused. “What’s wrong with my panties?” I wore the most boring, plain cotton underwear that provided nothing but comfort. How the hell did he find that exciting?

“Not a damn thing. They’re perfect.” And then he peeled them down my legs and tossed them over his shoulder. “Fuck me,” he breathed, shaking his head. “You’re even flawless stripped naked and bare. How are you f*cking real?”

His hungry gaze made me feel powerful. Usually, I was self-conscious at this stage, ready to cover parts I wasn’t so proud of, but Colton had me actually pleased to show him everything and more. Lifting my arms over my head and spreading my legs wide in a way that exposed me to a man as I’d never exposed myself before, I stared him in the eye and said, “Why don’t you touch me and learn how real I am?”

He swallowed, his throat working through the difficult gulp. Then he choked out, “Holy damn,” before leaning down and licking me from * to clit.

The sensation electrocuted me and had me crying out my surprise. Two fingers impaled me as his mouth sucked around the spot just above that. I jerked, my limbs unable to stop themselves from bolting at the stimulation.

“Oh my God. Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I groaned, my orgasm chant making an appearance already. “Colton, I can’t—”

I choked on my shock as my inner muscles clamped around his fingers and began to contract with the most pleasant pain ever. Then I cried through the rest of it, afraid of how hard I was coming and yet yearning to come even harder. And then I did. I came with an intensity that forced me to let go and stop trying to hold it all in. I ground my * up into his face and grabbed my nipples, squeezing them through the release.

When I came down, I wilted, drained and sated beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

Between my legs, Colton looked up. When our gazes met, he eased his fingers out of me and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he swallowed, drew in a deep, fortifying breath, and announced, “That was the hottest f*cking thing I’ve ever seen.”

My return grin was lazy and content. “Yeah, I’m totally done, that’s for sure. So you…” I lifted a limp hand and swirled my finger in a circle, giving him permission as I finished, “go ahead and do whatever. I’m good with it.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Good with it?”

I rolled my head. “Great with it. Whatever,” I corrected. Damn picky man. He should know how amazing he was just by my total inability to move right now. “I don’t want to be on top anymore, either. Too tired to move.”

When I yawned, he sniffed and shook his head. “So, now that you’re done, I’m just supposed to use your body however I like to get myself off?”

I frowned. Yeah, that didn’t sound so cool. When I realized that’s what I’d basically meant, I frowned even harder. Why the hell had I even suggested such a thing?

“Oh, baby doll,” he murmured as the back of one of his fingers stroked gently down my cheek. “You’re not even close to being done yet.”

And just like that, I sparked back to life. He must’ve known because the f*cker grinned. Which only made me scowl. “And what makes you so special to go deciding reactions in my body?”

Chuckling, he climbed off the bed. “Because you’re not the type to go down after one punch. You always pop right back up, swinging and snarling.” He seemed to love that detail about me, too, as he stripped his jeans down his thighs and then tugged off his Jockey shorts.

My gaze followed every move until he was standing before me buck-ass naked. My attention zeroed in on his cock jutting out proud and erect. The droplet of precum made me lick my lips and squeeze my thighs together, wanting him to rub it against me, mixing our juices together before he pounded into me hard and fast.

Colton covered it with a condom and I almost whimpered out a protest at the loss of seeing all of it. Then he wrapped his hand around the whole thing and stroked it once as if to make sure everything was securely in place.

He glanced up. When our gazes clashed, I knew he knew I wanted him again. But he was right. I couldn’t stop fighting.

I opened my legs to him and taunted, “Well, if you really think that little thing can spark me back to life, you’re welcome to try.”

He laughed and grasped my ankles before dragging me to the edge of the bed. Then he hooked each of his arms under my knees and lifted my hips off the mattress so my * could line up with his cock while he remained standing on the floor.

Grinning, he lifted an eyebrow and said, “Little, huh?”

Then he thrust inside me. All the way to the hilt with no resistance whatsoever from my body.