The Rules of Dating(56)
After, I was in a complete daze, barely aware of Colby standing and stripping out of the rest of his clothes. He opened and shut a nightstand drawer, and when I looked up, he was leaning back on his haunches with a condom raised to his mouth. He used his teeth to tear it open and flashed a cocky grin.
“You can let go of the headboard now.”
“Oh...” I laughed. “I didn’t realize I was still holding it.”
Colby removed the condom from the wrapper and spit out the packaging. My gaze followed his hand as it lowered. “Oh my God.” My eyes widened. “Seriously?”
Colby sheathed himself, fisting the base of his cock once the condom was on. “I’m hoping that wasn’t a disappointed seriously?” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “You know it’s not. You’re…huge.”
He chuckled as he lowered onto my body, lining up the wide head of his crown at my entrance. Colby weaved our fingers together and kissed my lips gently before pulling his head back to look into my eyes. Our gazes stayed locked as he pushed inside.
“Fuck.” His eyes briefly closed. “You’re so wet and tight, I’m not gonna last long, sweetheart.”
I smiled. “It’s okay. You already took care of me, and we have all night.”
He eased in and out, gently at first, but pushing farther down with each thrust. Once I was fully ready for him, his movements intensified. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and together we moved back and forth rhythmically. Normally, I was a one-trick pony, only able to orgasm once a day, if I was lucky. But it didn’t take long before I felt the build coming again.
My fingers dug into Colby’s hair, and our mouths fused together in a kiss. My heart raced, feeling so much more than physical pleasure. I was consumed by this man, and it seemed like I wasn’t the only one caught up in the moment. Colby pulled back again to look in my eyes. His jaw was taut, and the veins in his neck bulged. The intensity of the moment pushed me over the edge once again. “I’m gonna…” I didn’t get to complete the sentence before my body was pulsing all around him. “Oh, God…”
Colby quickened his pace, never taking his eyes from mine as he watched my orgasm play out on my face. Once my muscles went slack, he ground down one last time and buried himself deeply as he released. “Fuck,” he roared. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
He kissed me gently as we came down from the high. We smiled at each other while Colby continued to glide in and out for a long time, until he finally had to get up and deal with the condom. When he returned from the bathroom, he brought a warm towel and gently washed between my legs before climbing back into bed and scooping me up. He positioned me so my head rested on his chest.
He stroked my hair. “That was amazing.”
I smiled. “Yeah, it was. I don’t think I could lift my head if I tried.”
Colby chuckled. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you with breakfast in bed.”
I snuggled closer. “That’s so sweet.”
“Not really. You didn’t ask what I’ll be feeding you.”
I slapped his abs and yawned, feeling groggy. “You know how some people say a burp is a compliment to the chef? Well, I conk right out after a good orgasm.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Good. Then you’ll be getting lots of sleep from now on.”
CHAPTER 16
Colby
I’d thought I had a good life before Billie came along. I’d convinced myself I was totally fulfilled just being a dad to Saylor, that I didn’t need anything else for the time being. I’d probably needed to tell myself that in order to get through those difficult early days.
But since Billie and I had decided to give it a go, I’d realized how much I’d been missing: how much my sexual appetite had needed to be satisfied, how much I’d needed mental stimulation. And boy, did Billie satisfy all my needs. Intoxicated wasn’t strong enough of a word to describe how I felt when it came to her. I only hoped it wasn’t temporary. Trying not to analyze that had become my biggest challenge. But it was human nature to wait for the other shoe to drop when everything was going perfectly, right? All too often, when you let your guard down, life stepped in and ripped you a new asshole.
Lately, Billie had been sneaking upstairs in the middle of the day to meet me when I came home for a quick “lunch break.” We had sex any chance we got during the day because Billie hadn’t been spending the nights at my place yet. We’d both agreed it was too soon, treading lightly because of my daughter. During one particular afternoon tryst, we’d rocked my damn bed so hard that the headboard had banged against the wall. There was now a significant hole in the spot.
Thus the reason for Holden’s maintenance visit Thursday afternoon. I’d asked him where in the supply room he kept the plaster and other materials to fix the hole because I’d wanted to patch it myself. But he’d insisted on coming by. And I just knew he was going to have a field day with this.
When he knocked, I opened, attempting one last effort to send him away. “Hey, man. You really don’t need to do this. Why don’t you just give me the materials?”
Holden ignored me, looking around the apartment. “So where is it?”
“My bedroom,” I said, bracing for the reaction as he followed me in there.