Page 23 of Seeking Her Studs

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Colt

“You’re fucking faking an orgasm right now,” I growl down at her.

She opens her eyes and immediately stops. “Yeah, that wasn’t my best work.”

“What in the actual fuck, Blaire?” I ask as she pushes me away and stands up.

“I told you that I want you naked,” she shrugs. “And you didn’t listen to me, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands.”

I run my hand through my hair, trying to understand her logic.

“Were you not enjoying it?” I shake my head, still completely mind-fucked.

“I didn’t like being the only one naked!” She shouts back and paces back and forth along the narrow kitchen. “It made me feel like I was performing, so I gave you a performance.”

I take a deep breath as I watch her move around anxiously.

It’s making me anxious, too. I think about what she’s saying. I should have listened to her. She’s always ogled at by everyone. She’s probably exhausted by it. And I just did the same damn thing as everyone else.

“Fuck,” I pull her into me. “I’m sorry. Damn it, I’m saying that a lot tonight.”

A small smile comes back to her lips.

“I’m going to take my clothes off now,” I whisper. “You can sit down and enjoy the show.”

She looks at me for a long moment and I raise my eyebrows at her to signal I’m not joking. She nods, seemingly appeased, and sits back down.

I reach back behind me and pull my t-shirt up over my head and throw it on the ground, meeting her eyes at every opportunity. Her eyes trace up and down my body and any blood that rushed away from my cock from her fake orgasm has already returned from seeing the desire in her eyes. That can’t be faked.

I unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I grip my cock and adjust it in my briefs when I stand back up.

I stand there for a moment, watching her watch me.

“Don’t stop now,” she says, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I grin and pull my briefs down, my cock bobbing out immediately.

“Just like you remember?” I ask.

“The cock is just as…” she swallows. “Cocky.”

I laugh and stroke myself for her. Her lips part as she watches my hand gliding along my length.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I say slowly. “I’m going to turn the lights off and I’m going to know without a doubt when you’re coming, not because I can see you, but because I’m going to feel your hot as fuck pussy clenching around my cock. And we’re only going to concentrate on making each other feel fucking good. No lights needed for that.” I say as my fingers hover over the light switch. “Okay?”

“Okay,” her voice is raspy and low as she agrees and it makes my cock twitch in anticipation.

I turn the lights off and our naked bodies crash against each other. I grip her ass and find my way to the kitchen table. I place her down, but keep my grip on her tight. My cock slams into her stomach and I pull back, letting the weight of it glide down past her belly button until it settles right between her legs.

Our foreheads meet as we both look down in the darkness between us, barely seeing a damn thing. But I already have her pussy imprinted in my memory.

Her hand reaches between us and grips my shaft. I hiss at finally feeling her touch me. She trails her fingers down my shaft as if she’s getting her bearings. She finds my balls, tight and already eager to fucking blow. She cups them and I shiver when she runs her fingers back up to the tip.

I bite my bottom lip hard as she runs my tip along her slit, swirling it around her clit. Her breath quickens into shallow inhales of anticipation. I release an excited breath as she moves my tip down until it dips and settles at her entrance.

I wait, not moving no matter how fucking bad I want to push into her. But I can’t read her facial expressions and I’m not risking doing something before she’s ready.

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