Page 89 of Overtime
“Dragon.”
“Dragon?” He gives me a bemused smile.
“I was talking to Harper about her grad school work when we were putting the website together the other day. And do you know what St. George was famous for?”
“Being tortured? At least I could relate to it.”
“Slaying a dragon.”
His boyish grin flits across his face as he laughs, and he leans forward to kiss me. “You kill me. You know that?”
“You kill me, apparently.”
He raises a brow and shakes his head as he stifles another laugh, taking the other restraint cuff off my thigh and wrapping it around my wrist. Just watching him doing it is making me wet already, and I chew on my lip as I watch him finish the job. His eyes darken, and he looks me over.
“Kneel for me.”
I climb up on my knees on the bed and look at him.
“Holy fuck you look gorgeous like this. We’re gonna have to take more photos, you know?” he promises as his hand courses up the inside of my thigh, sliding between my legs and gently dipping the tips of his fingers inside to test me.
“I only trade.”
“We can arrange that.” His eyes drift over me, landing hard between my thighs.
“How do you want me?”
“Every way possible… but right now? Ass up, face down on this bed, begging for me to take you as hard as I can.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper under my breath. I don’t know if I will ever adapt to how hot bossy Colt is, but I start to move into position. Watching him out of the corner of my eye as he stands and pulls his sweats and underwear off.
His hand slides over the curve of my ass when he comes back to me.
“Can never decide which way I like taking you better, so we might have to do a few tonight.”
“As long as it’s rough.”
A stuttered breath leaves his chest, and he grips my thigh. He lines up with me, just barely testing me first, making sure I’m wet even though he has to know by now it’s a state I’m always in for him when he’s like this. Then he fucks me, fast and deep on the first take. I gasp and bury my face into the sheets.
“This how you want it?”
“Yes. Deep and hard. Like you own it.”
He takes instruction well, even though he’s the one in control. He fucks me rough, his breathing ragged, like he’s been untethered from whatever held him back in the past. Finally having the permission to do what he wants with me in the dark after a long day of being frustrated. He edges me closer to my orgasm, and I cry out to warn him when he grabs me and pulls me up, flipping me over and tossing me back onto the bed.
“Not fucking yet. You’re gonna watch me fuck you like this first.”
His eyes rake over my body, and he takes me to the side of the bed where he hooks my hands over the post, angling me toward him and propping pillows under me before grabbing my thighs again. He looks sexy as hell like this, sweaty and mussed as he works his frustrations out on me.
“I can’t take much more before I come,” I whisper.
He smirks. “You come if you have to, Dollface. I’ll just work more out of you.”
“Fuck…” I mutter and close my eyes because I created this monster, and now I have to live with it every day for the rest of my life. I smirk.
“Eyes open and on my cock,” he barks before I open my eyes again.
I watch as he slides inside me, slower this time, trying to drag it out, and I writhe for more friction. I’m so close to coming, and I can’t stand waiting anymore. He leans over and slides his tongue over my nipple, making my hips rise with the sensation. His wide hand presses back down on my stomach and pushes me into the pillows behind me as he starts to fuck me again.
