Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men #9)(59)

I gasped and bowed up, absorbing the encompassing invasion. “Holy…f*ck,” I choked out. “Fuck.” He felt huge inside me from this angle, stretching and pressing at things I’d never felt stretched before.

“Still feel little?” he asked, mocking.

“Damn you,” I moaned, unable to thrust back against him because he was holding my legs hostage and controlling every little movement.

“Oh, sorry,” he murmured. “You wanted it hard and fast, right?”

I gave another sound of protest, almost fearing what would happen if he gave me what I actually wanted.

Then he retracted his hips and slammed back into me. It felt so good, I cried out, physically sobbing as he f*cked me without mercy, repeatedly pounding in and pulling out.

I stretched out my arms and gripped the sheets under me, absorbing every blow right where I felt it the most.

“Colton…Colton,” I begged, already ready to come again.

“Shit,” he muttered, looking frantic. He began to f*ck me across the mattress, thrusting me further up the bed so he could climb onto the sheets with me. Without losing his rhythm, he lowered himself on top of me until we lay flush together, chest to chest. Then he looked me directly in the eye and admitted, “I can’t last much longer.”

I kissed him and forked my fingers through his hair, gripping two handfuls as I merged my mouth with his. It was the last little impetus I needed to send me over the edge. Hooking my legs around his waist, I screamed out another orgasm.

He jerked unsteadily, then thrust deep before holding himself tight inside me as he came too. We clutched each other. I buried my face in his neck and he buried his in mine. My fingers clutched his hair while his arms wrapped around me and tethered us together.

We settled at the same time, breathing hard and still holding the other for dear life. Finally, he blew out a breath and lifted his face from my neck to press his forehead to mine. Then the cocky bastard said, “Okay, now you’re done.”

I slugged the side of his arm without any heat. He grinned, kissed my cheek, and rolled off me so that we were lying side by side and staring up at the ceiling together, with most likely matching expressions of dazed shock.

But seriously, that had been…I don’t even know. Just unreal. Unheard of. And totally unforeseen.

I’d been hoping for a nice satisfying screw. But this…this had blown everything I thought I’d ever known about sex completely out of the water.

The worst part: I still wanted him, maybe even more now than ever.





JULIANNA’S CHAPTER | 18





After he cleaned himself up and returned to the bed, we lay prone on our backs, side by side and stared up at the ceiling together for I don’t know how long, but it felt like eons that I just gaped at nothing and thought holy shit, what just happened?

I mean, my body still hummed from how hard and long I’d come, and I was sure I should be over the afterglow by now. But I was ready for more, eager for more, craving it like some kind of drug addict.

I blew out a breath and muttered, “Well, that didn’t get shit out of my system.”

Next to me, Colton grumbled his agreement. “Nope,” he muttered before he cursed and scrubbed his face. “Dammit. I guess this means once won’t be enough for us.”

Rolling onto my side, I gaped at him. “What do you mean once won’t be enough?” I shoved his arm, more scared he was right than actually angry about it. “You f*cking *. You promised me once would do the trick.”

“No.” He turned to his side as well to face me, shaking his finger. “No, I never promised shit. I said I didn’t see why once wouldn’t do the trick. How the hell was I supposed to know you’d have a golden * that felt like...shit...nirvana!” He ran his hands through his hair, looking harassed and as unsettled as I felt. Then he sat up. “I built it up in my head so much I was sure it’d be a serious letdown by the time I finally got inside you.” He whirled around to stare down accusatively at me. “Why the f*ck did you have to feel so good?”

“Me?” I pressed my hand to my chest. “You’re the one who went down on me with that perfect freaking tongue of yours and licked me like you were worshiping at some kind of sex altar. What was that about?”

“You said you wanted full service,” he boomed, throwing up his hands in disgust.

“That was before I knew you could get me off with your cock alone!” I shrieked right back at him. “God!” Needing to vent, I picked up the first thing I could throw and hurled it at him. Too bad it only ended up being my wadded-up pair of panties.

Colton flinched, slinging up his arm to dodge the blow before the soft cotton bounced off his forearm, leaving it completely unharmed. Lifting a single eyebrow, he glanced down at them as they landed on his thigh. Then he snorted out an amused sound. “Panties? Really? Ooh, I’m so scared. Please don’t hurt me with your soft, harmless underwear.”

“Oh, you bastard,” I fumed. “I’ll find something harmless to heave at your big, stupid head.” Whirling toward my nightstand, I spotted my Kindle and leaped for it. That would leave a dent.

“Oh, shit.” Colton scrambled for me, wrapping his arms around my arms and pinning them to my sides. “Maybe we should both just calm down,” he panted from behind me, struggling to keep me from flailing just as much as I was struggling to break loose.