Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men #9)(73)

He added a winkie face, and that was the end of our foreplay in philosophy class. When we were finally dismissed a few minutes later, Colton left without approaching me or talking to me. But I received one more message that said:





And that was it.

Honestly, it was probably for the best that we didn’t get too close to each other right now. We really would’ve skipped class again and ended up at my place. But the sneaky devious devil, he must’ve known that he could wind me up without even speaking to me. I think I was more anxious to see him now than if he’d come straight up to me and started making out with me in the middle of class.

By the time five o’clock rolled around and he knocked on my door, I flung it open, beyond eager for round two of our sex-only agreement.

“Hey,” he started to greet me, only to be cut short by me grabbing a handful of his shirt. Then I jerked him into my apartment and kissed him. Hard. Before he could really orient himself, I dragged him back to my room, pushed him onto my mattress and crawled onto his lap, flashing him a glimpse of my * when my skirt came up enough to reveal I’d already taken my panties off.

“You have thirty seconds to get inside me, or I’m kicking you right back out of my bed,” I ordered as I ripped open his fly. “Is that perfectly clear?”

He was already hard when I pulled him into my hand.

Purring appreciatively, I wrapped my fingers around the base and stroked up until a bead of precum appeared from the tip.

“Christ, baby doll.” He grunted and dropped the condom he was trying to open.

“I’ll take care of that.” Snagging the package off his abs where he’d dropped it, I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on.

Colton had been half sitting up on his elbows, watching me. But then he fell back onto the pillows and gaped up at the ceiling with his lips parted and eyes dazed. When I sank down on him, he gasped and his incredulous gaze went to my face. “What the…uhhh.”

His eyes rolled back in his head as I moved, taking him deep and then pulling almost all the way off before lowering myself back onto him.

“Holy shit,” he rasped before tumbling us across the bed until he was on top. Then he sat up and began to thrust fast and hard, his gaze glued to my face the entire time. “You started this,” he warned breathlessly, telling me he’d reached a point beyond his control and was feverish to finish.

I just laughed and arched up my hips to meet each plunge, taking all of it in. Reaching around, I sank my nails into his bare ass and pulled him even more flush against me. Bracing his hands on either side of my face, he stared down at me and pierced my * hard with each word he gritted out. “Best…f*ck…ever.”

When my cervix contracted and an orgasm started, I spread my arms wide and split my legs apart, letting it devour me. It flowed through every nerve ending in my body and felt like some kind of divine consumption. I relished every second.

God, I loved sex with Colton.

Panting above me as he spent himself, he hung his head and gasped for a breath, before exhaling and meeting my gaze. “Okay, these clothes need to come off.”

He sat back on his haunches so he could yank my skirt down my legs and then had me sit up so he could remove my top and bra.

I sent him an odd look but complied without protest. “But we’re already finished.”

He snorted. “With round one, yeah. Next time I plan to enjoy a couple more body parts along the way.” Then he hopped off the bed to remove his clothes as well as dispose of his condom. When he returned, he collapsed next to me on his side and grinned.

“So, hi,” he said, still a bit out of breath. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” I answered, rolling toward him and running my hand up his chest, then grinning over the skin I’d caused to get all flushed and moist. “How was yours?”

“It’s looking up.” He gripped my shoulder when I pushed him onto his back and then leaned over him so I could trail kisses up his torso.

“Yeah,” I had to agree. “Things are definitely improving as the day progresses.” Moving my attention up until I was hovering over his face and grinning down at him, I spiked my fingers into his hair and kissed him flush on the mouth.

“Mmmph.” His surprise muffled through his throat until he kissed me back.

Our tongues tangled and fingers gripped. Flesh slipped against flesh until he rolled me onto my back and he was on top again. He caged my face in his hands and kissed me a moment longer before pulling back and pressing his lips briefly to my forehead. Then he gazed into my eyes as if seeing me for the first time.

“Um…not that I’m complaining, but Jesus Christ, baby doll. What the hell’s gotten into you tonight? I could’ve sworn there for a minute that you were actually glad to see me.”

I wrinkled my nose, dismissing that idea. “Of course not. I think you just made me momentarily soft with that stupid cuddling bullshit you forced me to take part in last time. I’m sure I’ll get it out of my system soon.”

His grin flashed. “In that case.” He hopped off me and turned me onto my side so we were spooning. “We need to restock more cuddling powers into you so you’ll stay like this longer.” Then he sighed and relaxed into me, caressing his leg up the back of mine and fitting his resting junk right up against my ass crack as his chest pressed into my back. “Yeah, that hits the spot, doesn’t it?”