Page 36 of The Triple Play

He slipped himself free from me, little strings of my release coating and connecting his fingers, and brought them straight up to hismouth. His tongue darted out, dragging through it, tasting, savoring, and I nearly salivated at the sight alone before the tip of his cock pressed insistently at my entrance, making my breath catch and my eyes roll back.

“Next time, Annie,” he drawled, closing in on me, leaning further down, his damp hand wrapping around my jaw and cheeks to get me to look at him, “you’re going to taste yourself.”

The words weren’t lost on me. It was a promise that this wouldn’t be the only time he’d touch me, and at that exact moment, I was fully on board with that.

His mouth met mine as the tip of him pressed in further, drawing out a gasped whimper that he drank in, the stretch of my body bordering on painful but notquiteenough to make me not want it. “Relax,” he murmured against my lips, his hand releasing me and trailing down my front. He slipped his fingers between my folds, swirling little circles around my overly sensitive clit, pulling more and more sound from me as he pushed in a little further, giving me a few seconds between inches to adjust to his size, my muscles relaxing bit by bit. “That’s it, sweetheart. You can handle it.”

His words set my skin on fire.

I must have relaxed, must have let him in, because the invasion of him became easier and faster. He sunk in a few more inches, his moan leaking into my mouth, his hand fisting in the sheet beside my head. Before I could even catch my breath, his hips went flush against me, the impossibility of him managing to fit no longer even a question. “Christ, you feel like heaven.” His words were breathy, but I could hear the gravel beneath them, could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to give me time to adapt.

I took in a shaky breath, my body coiled tight, my walls squeezing around him like a vice with each little circle he drew over my clit. “Please,” I begged, needing more, needinghim, needing this. I couldn’t think, could barely make myself breathe, and I tried to shift my hips a little beneath him to give him the green light.

He took it and ran with it.

A sharp cry cut through the room from my lips when he began to move. The drag of his thick length against my sensitive walls as he withdrew almost completely had me seeing stars, left me feeling empty and aching and dying to be filled again, but he didn’t let it last long — no, he slammed back in with a force so strong that my headboard banging against the wall. Every rigid inch of him felt like it was splitting me open, like he was molding me to fit him and him alone, like he was trying to lay claim despite his insistence that he was more than okay sharing me.

“Colton,” I gasped out, my hands moving to his neck, pushing into his hair, desperate for something,anythingto ground myself with. I felt like I was about to be launched into goddamn orbit. “Oh my god?—”

His laughter rang out again, his forehead dropping to mine. “Aww, what is it, sweetheart?” His voice was teasing, almost sadistic, as he abandoned my clit for a fraction of a second to push my thigh higher before returning to his ministrations. He moved relentlessly, slamming into me again, again,again, deeper and harder. “Is it a bit too much for you? Or is it—fuck—too good?”

“Both,” I whimpered, pushing up just a little, bringing my mouth to his neck. I kissed his skin, desperate for anything to hold back the sounds I couldn’t stop myself from making. He growled his approval, dropping a little more onto his elbow, letting me lower back down while keeping himself within reaching distance of my mouth. He cupped the back of my head with his hand, his fingers knotting in my hair, pulling just enough to show me that he was in control here.

His other knee shoved up on the bed as each thrust drove me back further and further, hitting new angles, bottoming out with some of his length still visible, and oh mygod, oh my god, oh my god. I could already feel another release threatening to overwhelm me. He was too much, too good, too intense.

“Fuck, yes, Annie.” He wrenched my head back by my hair, dislodging me from his throat, and kissed me like his life depended on it.

His hips moved faster. Harder. Right at the angle that brought out the most sounds.

His fingers kept their pace.

His lips ravaged mine.

“Come around my cock.”

I couldn’t hold it back.

My orgasm hit me abruptly, my musclesconvulsing, my cries almost inhuman, my nails digging into his skin. He laughed breathlessly into my mouth at the force of it, the way my walls clamped down so hard that it nearly forced him out, the way my breathing stopped and started, the way I practicallysobbedfrom the force of it all. “God, look at you,” he rasped, burying himself all the way in the moment he finally could, chasing his own release now. “Taking this like you were fucking made for it.”

But I was so blissed out, so far above the clouds, that almost nothing made sense anymore in the best possible way.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted, his hips stuttering, his kisses growing sloppy as he shifted them to my cheek and chin. “Are you—? Can I?—?”

But I was still catching my breath, still trying to bring myself back down to earth, and I couldn’t wrap my head around what he was asking.

“Annie,” he growled, slamming into me harder, angrier. “Answer me.”

I snapped back into myself.Birth control.That’s what he was asking about. “Yes,” I rasped. “Pill.”

It was as if I’d said the magic words.

He drove into me one last agonizing time, moaning my fuckingname, his breath barely more than a wheeze as he spilled himself inside of me so intensely I could feel the heat of it.

I almost complained as he immediately released me, as he withdrew entirely, as his warmth left me so suddenly I didn’t know what was happening. But then he raised up, a little pretty hickey on his neck that I barely remembered putting there, the roots of his hair damp with sweat and his muscles tight, and I could see exactly where his eyes were trained.

Warmth leaked out of me, slipping down the curve of my ass, starting to pool on the purple comforter.

With a growl I almost considered cute, he bent at the waist, bringing his mouth right back down on my clit.

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