Page 83 of Kicking Up Dust

“C’mere.”

I hear him curse quietly and then turn off the shower. A few seconds later, he appears at the bathroom doorway, pajama pants pulled up around his waist in a way he wouldn’t have bothered doing if he wasn’t still hard. His hair is wet, but the rest of him is bone dry, which confirms that he wasn’t even using the shower anymore. It had probably run cold during his… endeavors.

“Let me suck you off so we can go to bed.”

His eyes bulge, his hand going down to the waistband of his pants where I’m sure he’d pinned his cock so it wouldn’t tent them.

“It’s okay, baby, you said you weren’t in the mood. I wasn’t trying to pressure you,” he says, immediately feeling bad. He walks over to the bed, kneeing up on it and leaning over to kiss my forehead.

“That’s okay. We can make a deal,” I offer.

Colt’s brow rises in interest, a sly smile taking over his face. “A deal?”

I nod. “I’ve been researching again⁠—”

“God bless the world wide web.”

“And I wanted to try something.”

“Anything.”

“Stop interrupting me or I’ll let you go to bed with a hard cock and blue balls,” I seethe through gritted teeth.

He puts his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, pretty girl. Proceed.”

“I saw something on the internet I wanted to try. It reminded me of when you went down on me when I had your, um… semen inside of me.”

Colt grins, but wisely doesn’t say anything about the awkward way I avoid swearing.

“Snowballing,” I finish and his eyes widen again, his grin only growing to a nearly maniacal size.

“Snowballing,” he repeats. “Just to make sure we’re on the same page, you’re talking about sucking my cock until I come in your mouth and then feeding it to me?”

I nod. “More or less, yes. I just planned on kissing you with my mouth full of it.”

He groans, cupping his dick.

“Fuck, yes. Okay, holy fuck.” He shucks his pants down with a level of excitement that reminds me of Bailey’s dog when she gets a chance to help herd the cattle. His cock is ridiculously hard, the head of it nearly purple as it slaps against his abs.

I move between his legs when he spreads them, resting most of my weight on my knees and one of my hands against his thigh while the other takes hold of his cock. He hisses in pleasure, and I realize I’ve never actually gone down on him before today.

“Wait,” he says, reaching down for my chin when I start to lower my face. I look up at him impatiently and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second to reset whatever just happened in his brain.

“You’re so goddamn pretty, Blair. Makes it hard to think sometimes.”

“You stopped me to tell me I’m pretty?”

“No, just a side comment. I stopped you to tell you to be careful with your teeth⁠—”

“I’ve given blow jobs before, Colt. I know how to do it.”

His eyes darken slightly, his jaw clenching.

“Okay, I didn’t particularly need to hear that, especially not right now, but I wasn’t trying to mansplain blowjobs. The piercings can hurt your teeth if you or I are too over-enthusiastic about it. I have a feeling it’s not going to take you long at all to get me off, especially with how fucking worked up I am, but just mind your teeth. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I feel bad about snapping at him now, but that’s become a common feeling the last few weeks.