Page 44 of Puck King
“Oh, God.” He skidded to a stop, sliding across the floor in his socks. “You’re…”
I was thankful that Hollie had convinced me to buy a pair of underwear to match the silk bra required to pull off the dress. Colton stood in the light of the fireplace. His cock tented out his boxer shorts as he took in my semi-naked body. The man had been with supermodels, and I should’ve felt self-conscious – I was anything but willowy. Years of tossing around bales of hay and working on the farm had sculpted my body in ways no gym ever could. But with the hungry look in Colton’s eyes, the buttery cool leather against my bare skin, and the warmth of the fire, I’d never felt sexier.
“I’m what?” I whispered.
“The hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” His voice managed to crack like a teenager’s, and growl like a wolf’s at the same time. His hand enveloped mine and he pulled me to my feet so hard that my body slammed into his. My breath rasped against his chest, but only for a second before I looked up at him. And then his lips were on mine; or mine were on his, I couldn’t really be sure. His hands were on my ass and I gasped into his mouth as my feet lifted off the floor. “I’ve got you,” he whispered and then kissed me. I had stiffened. Brian would not have been able to pick me up, but Colton picked me up as casually as if he were grabbing a hockey stick, and I felt safe in his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He whirled around and in three long strides, my ass was pressed onto the cold marble of his kitchen island. “Still ready to make this mistake?” I heard the crinkle of the condom.
“Yes,” I whispered.
The crinkling paused. “Are you sure, Alison?” His voice was breathy with an undertone of concern.
I grabbed the foil packet from his hand, bit off the corner and handed it to him. “Colton King, I want you inside of me. Now.”
His eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. The wrapper fell to the floor, and then the crotch of my panties was slid to the side. I kissed his neck and shifted so he could pull them off my legs, but he wasn’t waiting. The buildup had been intense, but nothing like the first thrust of his huge cock stretching me, filling me up in a way like I’d never felt. “Ohhhh.” I pushed my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and nipped his ear. “Your cock. It’s incredible.”
“You feel so good, Alison.” The hand that had slid around my lower back trembled. Colton rocked, slowly drawing his girth in and out, each thrust leaving me incredibly full and then empty – an emptiness that could only be filled with him.
My body responded to his. The position of the counter top ensured that he was hitting spots inside me that my ex must not have known about. My head fell back, and the moans coming out of me didn’t sound like mine.
“Harder, Colton.”
But he didn’t go harder. I pushed my hands into the counter to give myself the strength to lift my head and look in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and my breasts pressed into his chest, as we moved together. “Harder,” I whispered and pushed against him. I wanted to feel his power. The man was hockey’s version of a prize-winning thoroughbred, and I knew that he was holding back.
“I can’t,” he whispered and rested his head on my chest. His entire body was shaking. He pulled out and I shivered momentarily as the heat of his body separated from mine. The emptiness didn’t last long though, and he replaced his cock with his face. The warmth returned with a vengeance. It didn’t take long before the wave of the orgasm that had been lapping at the shore, crashed through me. “Colton,” I gasped. “Oh. My. God.” The wave hit me twice as I writhed on the cold marble.
The room flashed white, and then all the strength seemed to abandon my body, leaving me panting. Colton slid my panties back into place and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me to him. “You’re incredible.” He kissed me, and even though I felt spent, all I wanted was more of him.
Lifting me off the counter, he swept my legs in front of him and carried me, honeymoon style into his bedroom. He was still very ready to go. I couldn’t see his cock, but I sure felt it as it brushed and slapped against my ass with every powerful stride to the bedroom.
With one arm, he pulled back the fluffy duvet to reveal black and white flannel sheets. His room looked like a ski lodge, but with old wooden water skis on the wall instead of vintage snow skis.
“Oof.” Air escaped as he tossed me onto his bed, then he flipped me over and slapped my ass. The sensation of his hands brushing down my legs as he pulled down my panties almost made me come again. His face went back between my legs, and I arched my back from the unexpected warmth of his mouth on me once more. “I’m close, Colton.” I balled the sheet up in my hands, readying myself for the intensity to overtake my body, but this time he stopped. His hands grasped onto my hips as he pulled me onto my hands and knees. And this time, Colton did not take it easy.
We werea sweaty mess of tangled sheets and limbs, both panting and basking in our post-orgasmic haze, when we were interrupted by the sound of my stomach growling like a bear cub. It wasn’t the most embarrassing sound I could’ve made while naked, but I still hoped that he hadn’t heard it.
“Alison,” he whispered.
“Yes?” I rolled onto my side to look at him, and bit my lip to stop the irrational words from escaping from my lips. I was falling in love with Colton King.
He turned on his side and propped his head in his hand. His eyes tracked up and down my body. “I have to ask you something.”
“Shoot.” I tried to sound nonchalant, and hoped that he couldn’t pick up on the quake in my voice.
“Wanna order pizza?”
I blinked, wondering if I had misheard. “Pizza?”
He chuckled and pulled the sheet over my shoulder. “Pizza. It’s a round thing covered with tomato sauce, pepperoni, and some other stuff.”
I grabbed the closest pillow within reach and tossed it at him. “I know what pizza is. But we’ve had far too much to drink to venture out into that storm.” As if on cue, the windows rattled. “And last I heard, your driver couldn’t even leave his house.”
His grin was wry and he took his phone off the nightstand. “You’ve never had Potto’s Pizza, then.”
“I can’t say that I have, but what are they going to do, fly it here?”
“Not quite.” He laughed and dialed. “Please tell me you don’t like pineapple on your pizza.”
“Ewww.” I scrunched up my face.
