Page 35 of Overtime
He strokes himself again without answering. His eyes flicker with the taunt, and I feel like I might just give in right here. Fall to my knees and tell him he can have any and every fucking thing he wants. Because I want this new version of him, the one I’ve never known.
“You don’t fight fair,” I mutter, walking back to the bed because at least the distance will help. Two could play this game though. I slip my panties off and bend over to the camera bag I’ve left stashed at the foot of the bed.
I pull my vibrator out of it, and Colt’s eyebrow lifts with the revelation. I just smirk in response. I turn it on and sit back on the bed, spreading my legs and teasing my clit with it while Colt watches.
“F-uck,” I stutter as I hit myself just right.
I close my eyes and try to focus. Try to remind myself that I don’t need him. I’ve done fine for years without him. There’s no reason to cave to this now.
A second later though I feel Colt’s hand on mine. My eyes pop open, and I give him a questioning look. He’s stripped out of his sweats, completely naked, and I’m not about to tell him no. It’s his hands and his body I really want. So if he’s ready to call the bet already, so am I. But instead of touching me, he takes the vibrator—dangerously close to breaking our agreement.
He shrugs and gives me a devious grin. “Not technically touching you.”
I can’t help the small smile that comes to my lips as I scoot backward, and he climbs onto the bed between my legs. My eyes drift over his body, falling over the lean muscle, the way each sculpted part of him curves, dips, and flexes as he moves. Meeting his eyes again to find a self-satisfied grin on his face.
“Finding loopholes now?” I whisper.
“Whatever it takes to get you to admit it.” Colt slides the vibrator in and out, and I brush my fingers in circles over my clit, coming closer and closer to falling over a cliff. One he pushes me over with every touch and word.
EIGHTEEN
Colt
I’m not remotelyprepared for what I asked for. Her spread out on my bed, looking so fucking beautiful it hurts, saying insanely dirty things I’ve missed hearing from her. All while I fuck her with a vibrator because I promised not to touch her.
It’s the sweetest kind of torture I’ve ever imagined for myself. The only thing keeping me grounded is the way she looks at me, so soft and heated that I know it’s me she’ll be thinking of for the foreseeable future. Me she’s thinking of now while she moans and writhes.
She’s so wet at this point that despite my attempts not to touch her I still manage to get my fingers slick with her come, and the second she comes for me I’m using that to my own advantage. Because I’m so fucking hard, I’m leaking and my cock is desperate for any sort of friction, so much so that I’m grinding into the fucking comforter for relief as I bring her closer.
I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in the world right now except for one thing—the chance to show her I can play these games and handle this kind of sex without everything turning into a mess. But it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have.
“Fuck… Yes. My god. Like that. It feels so good like that,” she cries out, and then she picks up her speed as she rubs her clit, and I do my best to match the rhythm and pace. She counters each stroke of the vibrator with her hips and the mattress shifts with her movement. I bite my tongue hard, trying to give myself something, anything to focus on that isn’t how badly I want to slide inside her.
She whimpers again, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve heard in my life. I’d forgotten how good she sounds. How perfect she looks like this. That she’s every fantasy I’ve had come to life.
“Holy fucking Christ,” I mutter and her brow furrows as she looks up at me, and it melts into an amused smile as she takes in how wrecked I am just from watching her.
“Too much for you?” she mumbles, rolling her lower lip between her teeth as she holds back another moan. In turn, I put the vibrator on a higher setting.
“Fuck me,” she curses loudly, turning her head to the side and burying her face against her shoulder. A series of moans and whimpers leave her then, and she mutters she’s coming as I watch her fully unravel in front of me. Her thighs wide, her pussy slick, her fingers curled around the edge of my comforter as her body shivers through the last of it.
She’s gorgeous like this, and it reminds me of the hours we used to spend in her room. Her playful laugh and teasing smile as she let me explore every curve of her body until I knew how to make her come by heart. I want her again, like this and every other possible way.
She looks up at me with soft sated eyes and trails her fingers over her stomach. I turn the vibrator off and lay it down on the bed, my hand returning to my cock because after watching her, I need to come so fucking badly I don’t care how desperate I look.
Her eyes fall heavy on where my hand meets my cock, and I imagine her crawling toward me and wrapping her lips around it. Looking at me with those big green eyes while I slide to the back of her throat. My fingers in her hair while her tongue cradles me. It takes me so close to the edge I start breathing heavily, and she sits up. Her eyes rake over me and land on my cock again, her tongue running over the edge of her lip.
“I’ve been dying to see you like this,” she admits softly. I give myself another soft tentative stroke, not nearly the amount of friction I need as she watches. Her lashes fluttering as she takes me in, nibbling the side of her lip. “All you have to do is say the word.”
I let out a muted groan and her eyes lift to my mouth. Her tongue slides over her lower lip and then she bites it. I glare at her for tempting me now when I’m so weak for her.
“Touch yourself,” I say as I watch her hands slide over her thighs absently.
Her fingers slide down, dragging through the wetness still there and then drawing out a small circle over her clit as her eyes stay locked on me.
“You know it’s you that I always think about. When I’m alone I mean…”
“Fuck… Joss…” I don’t have better words. Not ones that don’t end with me saying I give.
