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“Sariah,” he growled.
I found his gaze once more.
“You don’t close your eyes the first time you ride my cock,” he ordered. “You don’t close my eyes whenever you ride my cock.”
I tilted my head, trying to fight letting out a cry of pleasure as his cock twitched inside of me.
“You cannot make me do anything,” I sassily informed him.
He grinned wickedly. His hands grasped my hips tighter, then he surged upward, at the perfect angle.
My body cried out in pleasure, and dark spots danced in my vision as my orgasm hurtled forward.
But Colby didn’t continue his motion, and his hold on my hips meant I couldn’t even create what I needed.
“You look at me while you ride my cock, or you don’t come on it,” he said.
I wanted to yell at him, I really did. Wanted to fight him on it. And if his aforementioned cock wasn’t inside me at that very moment, I might’ve argued. But it was. And it felt wonderful. I felt wonderful. For the first time in recent memory.
So I didn’t fight him.
I kept my eyes open as his hips thrust up once more. My body stiffened, teetering on the edge, and my fingertips went numb. Colby was staring at me. Into me. His striking face was carved with pleasure. Reverence.
Which was why I’d wanted to close my eyes in the first place.
I wasn’t anything to revere.
I was nothing.
Before I could tumble down that rabbit hole, Colby began moving again. I cried out as my walls spasmed around him.
“There you go,” he murmured, the hoarseness of his voice galvanizing me.
I took control of our movements, my body moving in tandem with the waves of pleasure crashing through me, greedy for more, for them to last longer.
“There she is,” Colby grunted, hooded eyes glued to mine. “End it, Sariah. Take me there.”
Though I really wasn’t hip on following Colby’s orders outside of the bedroom, it turned out I was super into it when I was riding him.
So I took him there.
“You gonna let me take this off?” Colby asked, fingertips brushing along my corset then down my midsection.
I shivered at his touch, which wasn’t entirely . It was pleasure mixed with … something else. Something wrong. Even though there was fabric in between us, he was touching the raised and puckered skin. He was feeling where I’d been torn open. The spots where vital parts of me had spilled out from.
Every muscle in my body went stiff.
Colby leaned up on his elbow and studied me with a frown. “Not gonna push you to take it off,” he said quietly. “I just want you to know that we’re gonna work up to it.”
His palm settled on my stomach, as if in challenge, to see if I’d admit how uncomfortable it made me feel.
But in order for me to admit I felt uncomfortable, I would have to bring the warehouse into the bedroom. I would have to bring him into the bedroom. And he already took up enough space where he sat now, in the corner, watching.
I knew it wasn’t a ghost or anything—even though I totally believed in all of that—this shape was a figment of my own mind. I knew enough about psychology to know that.
“I don’t want to work up to anything but my next orgasm,” I purred, clutching his wrist and moving it downward.
Colby didn’t fight me as I positioned his hand where I wanted it, nor did he hesitate to find the spot.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he worked my clit, still sensitive from the orgasms he’d given me.
Colby’s lips grazed my neck.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he murmured.
“You better,” I moaned, arching my back in pleasure.
“You gonna handle me bein’ on top this time?” he asked, still working his finger.
I locked eyes with his before tracing the contours of his face, his jaw, his dark eyes, the high cheekbones. This was the Colby I’d known for over a year. The one who infuriated me, consumed me and made me feel safe.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
Colby didn’t hesitate to climb on top of me, nor did he hesitate to enter me.
I threw my head back in pleasure as he filled me completely.
“You better hold on tight, poppet,” he grunted. “I’m plannin’ on making up for a lot of lost time tonight.” He plunged in harder. “And tomorrow morning.” Another thrust. “And the next day.” He clutched my neck as he filled me to the hilt, bringing me to the edge. “And the next.”
My body writhed in pleasure as his movements brought on another world bending orgasm.
Colby was a man of his word.
He did a whole lot of making up for lost time.
And I figured if I’d waited for him to wake up the next morning, he would’ve continued to.
But I didn’t stay.
I crept out of bed, dressed quietly then retrieved the bag I’d packed and stowed in the hall closet the night before.
