Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men #9)(60)

“No!” I bucked against him. “No, no, no. This f*cking sucks. No one’s ever made me come before from just their stupid dick alone. Why you? Why?” Exhausted from my tantrum, I settled into his arms and rested my cheek against my pillow, drained yet mortified.

Being with him wasn’t supposed to feel as good as it had. I mean, I’d wanted good. But I’d wanted good and over. This had been the kind of good I wanted to keep. Why had it been that kind of good? “I just don’t get it.”

His hold on me morphed from containment to comfort as he kissed my shoulder blade and began to rub my arm. “I guess I’m just that awesome,” he lamented.

I sniffed. “Well, what the hell are we supposed to do about it?”

With a shrug, he mumbled, “I don’t know. Fuck some more, I guess.”

I lifted my face and tried to glare at him over my shoulder. “How many times?”

He shook his head. “Like I have any idea. This is unchartered territory.”

I ground my teeth. “That’s so not reassuring at all.”

“Well, I don’t know!” he snapped, climbing off me and backing away so I could sit upright and whirl around to face him head-on. “I just know I’ve never been with a girl I haven’t gotten tired of. So, it’s gotta happen sooner or later between us, right? Meaning...we just keep getting it on until we finally get over it.”

I didn’t like thinking I’d be just like the others or someone he’d grow tired of after a while. As much as I’d only wanted a one-time deal, the idea of him not being as addicted to me as I apparently was to him was just not acceptable. It made me panic.

What if I kept wanting him, and he stopped wanting me?

“I don’t like that deal,” I blurted. “I mean, what if you get over it sooner than I do? I don’t want to be left hanging just because…just because...”

“Oh, Jesus. Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “If I get it out of my system sooner than you do, then I’ll just...I promise you I’ll keep on until you get tired of it too.”

“Right…you’d just fake it and force yourself to f*ck me, huh? No matter how sick of me you were? You do realize how ridiculous that sounds, don’t you?”

“Well, then you come up with the suggestions,” he muttered. “Damn. I told you what I thought would work. Why don’t you tell me what you want to do?”

I bit my lip before admitting, “I want to f*ck you some more.” That was pretty much the only thing I knew.

“Good. Great!” He lifted his hands as if it were settled. “Then let’s freaking f*ck some more.”

I arched my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest. “Just like that?”

With a shrug, he asked, “Why not? What else is there to decide?”

Oh, everything, probably. But yeah, I didn’t care about that right now either. I had Colton here, naked and still willing in my bed, so I was taking advantage of him…er, of the situation.

Okay, of him too!

“Fine,” I answered, uncrossing my arm and motioning with my finger. “Lie on your back and put a new condom on.”

“What?” He straightened with surprise. “Like right now? I thought we were done for the day?”

“Oh, baby doll,” I told him in a low voice, repeating his words right back to him. “You’re not even close to being done yet.” Then I set my hand on his chest and pushed him back until he was lying just how I wanted him.

His eyes lit with pleasure and awe as I climbed onto his lap and straddled his thighs, hovering my * over his cock, which jerked with the knowledge that another round of sex was imminent. Since he hadn’t reached for protection yet, I grabbed the string of unused packages and tore one open.

Colton watched me the entire time, saying nothing, his gaze heated and alert. When I had him fully sheathed and my fingers were wrapped around the base of him where hot flesh pulsed within my grasp, he lifted his attention from his dick to my face.

“I’m the luckiest dumb shit on the planet right now, aren’t I?”

I sank down on him, and he gasped as his back bowed up and mouth gaped open. Once he was seated deep and I’d taken him all the way inside me, he swallowed and rasped. “Yes, yes I am.”

When I began to move, he gripped my waist and clenched his teeth. “Damn, you are so f*cking spectacular. Tight, wet, beautiful. Christ…” His gaze swept over me, pausing on my bouncing breasts before falling to his lap, where he became fixated on the area where we were joined. I glanced down, and it was like a sensory overload. Watching his cock, slick with my juices, disappear repeatedly inside me was just…mmm.

A sharp quiver went up the insides of my thighs and I clenched my inner muscles around his length. He choked out his surprise and gripped my waist tighter.

“You did that on purpose.” He sounded so accusatory I shot my gaze to him only to realize he was barely holding himself together and about to lose complete control. His face was flushed, eyes dilated, and a trail of sweat was dripping down his temple.

I grinned, loving how I could get him so worked up. “What? This?”

I squeezed around him again, and his lips curled back as he gritted his teeth. “Yes, dammit. Stop. I can’t hold back…oh, f*ck it. If I’m coming, then so are you.” And he reached down between us to press his thumb to my clit, nudging it so I could feel the friction of his cock against it from the inside along with the movement of his finger on the outside. The double assault shot off a stream of electrical impulses that arced through me, shooting out the ends of my fingers and toes, my nipples, and all through my *.