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His fingers tightened just a little at the back of my neck. “Tomorrow.” His voice was even and firm. He only said one word, yet it was enough to give me a sense of foreboding. He’d give me until tomorrow, but he wasn’t happy about it, which cemented the fact that he knew.
“Lay down, Shiloh,” he ordered as he grabbed the back of my knee with his other hand.
Shiloh?Looked like I’d brought out his Hulk side. Goosebumps pebbled my skin as I lay on my back across the bench seat.
Colt adjusted so that he was kneeling between my thighs. His hands slid down my bare legs until he reached my heels. He pulled them off of my feet and let them drop to the floor. Butterflies fluttered low in my belly as he unbuttoned my shorts and hooked his fingers into the top of them and my underwear. “Lift.” His tone was sharp.
Doing as I was told, I pushed my hips up for him to undress me from the waist down. He dropped my shorts and underwear next to my shoes. His eyes held mine as his hands gripped me by the backs of my thighs. I sucked in a breath as he spread me open. I watched, holding my breath as his eyes dropped between my legs.
“I’m pissed,” he said before his head delved between my legs.
My back arched as his hot mouth covered me and his tongue licked me from core to clit. “I know,” I whimpered.
He pulled away slightly, until all I could feel was his warm breath fanning over my most private parts. “I feel like punishing you, but I know you’d just take it, thinking it’s what you deserve.”
His tongue began exploring me, purposely avoiding the spot he knew would get me off. Maybe he had decided to punish me.
“Tomorrow, Colt,” I reminded him.
His hands on my thighs tightened before he moved his mouth to my clit.
Without thought, my hands dove for his head and my fingers fisted his hair as he attacked that spot on me, sucking, flicking, and stroking in a way that was making me lose my mind. Moans and whines ripped their way past my lips as my body writhed. I could feel my release getting closer. Desperate to get there faster, I rocked my hips against his mouth. “Colt,” I begged.
His way of giving me what I wanted, one of his hands let go of my thigh and he pushed two fingers inside me. All he had to do was pump those fingers in me twice and I threw my head back, crying out. My body went simultaneously tight and loose as my climax rippled through me.
Colt didn’t let up on worshiping my clit and his fingers continued stroking in and out of me, drawing out my release. Even when it did eventually fade, Colt still didn’t stop.
“Colt?” I panted. It was apparent he wanted to make me come again, but everything felt more sensitive down there. What he was doing was almost too much. I was shaking all over. Every breath I took was a loud pant. I could feel my orgasm building again. Only this time, it felt different. The pleasure was more intense, almost painful, and familiar. “Colt!” I cried as my thighs squeezed around him. “You’re—you!” I tried to get out between loud moans. “I’m—ah!—Colt!”
I knew what was coming. I had only experienced it once with Keelan and I couldn’t get the words out to tell him. I couldn’t hear it, but I knew I was screaming as my entire body curled toward Colt’s head between my legs. When I came again, I collapsed back against the seat. Like the time Keelan and I’d had sex on the chair in their dining room, I felt the gush between my legs.
Colt went still.
I quickly let go of his hair and covered my face.
When he pulled his fingers from me, I peeked at him from between mine.
He was staring at me, smirking like he was proud. “That was unexpected.” I watched as he brought his wet hand up to his mouth and ran his tongue along the back of it. “You taste so sweet.”
I didn’t have time to figure out if I enjoyed his reaction or if I was even more mortified, because he grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. “Colt?” My whole body felt like weak spaghetti, and I wasn’t sure I could come again.
“We’re not done, Shiloh,” he said, and I heard the sound of his zipper.
“Stop calling me that,” I snapped. Yes, it was my name, but I didn’t like him saying it out of anger.
He put a hand on my lower back as he brushed the head of his cock along my soaked slit. “I’ll stop calling you that when you stop punishing yourself over shit you have no control over.”
He cut off any reply I might have had by pushing all the way inside of me. Gasping, I threw out my hand in front of me onto the door to keep myself from falling forward. My thighs and arms trembled as they strained to keep me up. “I—”
I was cut off again as he withdrew and thrust back into me.
“I can’t hold myself up,” I whimpered.
He grabbed me by my hips. “Put your head down.” His voice had gentled. “I got you.”
I did as he said and lowered the top half of my body down on the seat. I still kept my hand against the door just in case. When he withdrew and speared back into me, his grip on my hips kept me from moving too much. I felt him pause as if to see if I was all right. After determining that I was, he seemed to unleash himself.
As he pounded into me, making me go cross-eyed with the pleasure overload, I moaned loud and long into the seat. “I don’t think I can come again.” I most definitely could. My real worry was if I could survive it.
