Page 22 of Strike & Score
Instead, he steps inside, and shuts the door behind him, his eyes not leaving me as he steps closer to my bed.
“Keep going.” His deep voice only adds to that fucking buzzing under my skin with those two simple words.
I shake my head, but he steps closer to the bed, and takes my phone from my hand, tossing it to the side. “I’ll give you something to look at instead.”
I go to retort, but he’s pulling his shirt off and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him, shirtless with only that thin chain around his neck. The toned muscles on his stomach remind me how he felt over me, holding me down. The weight of him as he licked the sweet whipped cream off my body.
When his hands drop down to his waistband and he pushes his shorts down I can’t help but watch, completely transfixed on the sight in front of me. I haven’t moved and I can’t bring myself to say anything.
“Keep going, babe. I need something to look at, too.”
He reaches into his boxers and lowers them enough to free his cock. As soon as he does, anything else I should say leaves my brain. Seeing his hand wrapped around his large length, pumping it while he stares at me, has the release that has been eluding me suddenly so close I feel like I could explode.
He leans forward, guiding my hand still clamped around the vibrator back between my thighs. I want to smack him away, but then he’s standing up straight again, fucking his fist. With the vibration back on my clit I’m about to lose it completely.
“What were you thinking about?” he asks roughly.
“Anything other than you,” I manage to say, but it turns into a moan.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” he grinds out, tugging at his dick in a way that looks painful.
“Because I can’t stand you.”
“How about right now? Still can’t stand me?”
I shake my head with the lie, all while my hips move trying to chase the sensation the vibrator is giving me.
“You’re going to come for me, though, aren’t you?” He continues to move his hand over his length, and I hate to admit that it’s hotter than the porn I attempted to watch.
The way his ab muscles tense, and veins bulge in his forearms with his movement has my mouth watering. I flood with desire for him, wanting to have his hands on me again, to feel what it would feel like if he was touching me instead of this toy. If it was his mouth on me.
Or even what that huge cock would feel like stretching me in a way I never have been before. It looks like it would hurt, but in the best way. I clench around nothing, my own vagina betraying me with the need to be filled by the man currently jacking himself in front of me.
His eyes are blazing as he watches me and it only heightens every single feeling I’m having in this moment. The elusive orgasm is coming at me full force and all I can think about is Colin and what I want him to do with me.
Normally, when he says anything to me I want to smack him in the face, but I’m so lost in my lust and need that when he speaks, I just want him to keep going. I want him to say more dirty things to me because each word brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me. Then you’re going to tell me where you want me to come. If I can paint those perky tits of yours, ormaybe you want me to come on your pussy since it’s clearly so desperate for me.”
I want to argue, I really do, but I can’t. I’m unable to hold back any longer and my head falls back with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Yeah, there she is,” I faintly hear Colin groan, but I’m so lost in the pleasure I’m feeling I also may be hearing things.
“Tell me where you want me to come, babe,” he grinds out, stepping even closer to me.
I’m struggling to find any words, let alone speak them right now.
“Tell me, or I’m going to choose for you,” he threatens, but for the first time it doesn’t actually seem like a threat.
Plus I don’t know where I would want him to do anything, when I go to open my mouth and say that he cuts me off. “Too late.”
He’s already coming and the warm sticky liquid coats my stomach and chest. The feeling of it catches me off guard, but what really throws me off is how much I don’t entirely hate it. I’m sure it’s my own post release euphoria that has me feeling that way, but still I don’t move out of the way either.
Even after he’s done, I swipe my finger through his release, examining it on my fingers.
“That was fun, let’s do it again.” He tucks himself back in his shorts while I have yet to move. “You can clean yourself up.”
My jaw drops, though I really shouldn’t be surprised.
