Page 64 of Man Vs. Woman
Serena
“What was Hiram doing here?”
Crap.
Why does Hiram always show up at the most inconvenient times? It’s almost as if he wants to be seen, just to try and cast doubts on what Colt and I have going on. And before you ask me, the answer’s no: I’m not working with that goddamn asshole.
I rather be dead.
“You know why he was here, Colt,” I tell him, stepping to the side and inviting him in. By the look on his eyes, I can already tell that he wants to believe me...but that deep down he can’t help but be suspicious.
Can I blame him?
When I found him talking with Hiram at Clarendon Tower bar, I got suspicious too, didn’t I? Jesus, yeah, I got suspicious as shit. And I got scared too—because if they were colluding, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Did he want to cut a deal with you?” Colt asks me as we sit down on my couch. His expression is a serious one, and I can see his smart eyes trying to read me.
“Yes,” I admit. “He offered me money. Told me to give up on the site, and he’d give me more money than what I could make with the spa. Which is bullshit, you know—whoever gets the site, stands to make a lot of money.”
“You turned him down, then?”
“Of course I turned him down,” I reply. “And not just because of the money. It’s because I wantusto win. What did you think I was gonna do? Run into his arms and then backstab you? That’s not who am I, Colt. That’s not who we are.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Serena,” he says, a thin smile on his face. “It’s just...you can never be too careful with someone like Hiram. The guy will stop at nothing.”
“I know. But, if we keep going at it together...we have a real chance, don’t we?”
“We do,” he agrees, reaching for me and laying one hand on top of me. “We’re going to crush that fucking asshole...together.”
“Together,” I whisper back at him, offering no resistance when he pulls me toward me. As I sit on his lap, I drape one arm over his shoulder and lay my forehead against his. “I want it to be like this, Colt. And I don’t want us to be just a business alliance, or a business partnership…”
“Neither do I,” he says, his voice solid and firm but, at the same time, barely a whisper. “I want more. And I want more because -”
“I love you, Colt,” I find myself saying, the words leaving my lips before I can stop them. Hell, it’s not as if I wanted to stop them anyway. I’ve had them bottled up inside me for too long now. Whatever Colt says next, it doesn’t matter...I needed him to know.
“Serena…” Holding my face with his two hands, he makes me look into his eyes and smiles. “I’ve been waiting to hear that for way too fucking long.” Brushing his lips against mine, he then whispers four little words against them. “I love you too.”
“It feels good to say it out loud,” I tell him between kisses, turning around so that I’m no longer on his lap but straddling him. With both my arms thrown over his shoulders, and his hands eagerly resting on my ass, I push my whole body against his, surrendering to the wildfire of desire that’s growing inside of me.
“It does...and I just want to keep on saying it, Serena. I love you so fucking much,” he continues, his hands now on my back. Finding the zipper on my dress, he pushes it down slowly, opening it up; then, pushing the straps down my shoulders, he stops kissing me as he bares my bra.
“So much,” I pant as I feel his lips going down my neck, gentle kisses tracing a path straight to my breasts. I close my eyes as he unclasps the bra, pulling it down, and I feel my skin prickle as the cool air in the room caresses my hard nipples.
“I’m yours, Colt,” I whisper, my words laced with desire as I run my fingers through his hair and pull him into me. He responds in kind, taking his mouth straight to my right nipple, wrapping his lips around it and sucking eagerly. At the same time, he lifts my dress up to my waist, his large hands grabbing my bare ass almost too harshly.
Swaying my hips softly, I grind against him, feeling as his cock hardens up, straining against his pants and applying a maddening pressure to my aching pussy. My body moves by itself, no conscious input from me, and I simply surrender to that sweet oblivion. My fingers go up to his chest, and I undo the buttons on his shirt one by one; I take my time, watching as I bare his skin, the contour of his pectorals and the hard ridges between his abs making me even wetter.
Oh, I’ll never get tired of his body.
Mimicking my movements, Colt pushes the dress down my body as I take off his shirt. Rolling to the side, I help him takes his pants off as he hurriedly kicks his shoes off. I don’t stop there; the moment he’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, the contour of his hard cock showing and calling to me, I bend over and yank them down his legs.
“I’m yours,” I repeat as I curl my fingers around his cock, giving it a gentle stroke, “but this is mine.”
“Prove it then,” he tells me, his words sounding like a challenge...a challenge I’m more than willing to beat.
Leaning forward, I part my lips and let my tongue free, its tip dancing around the head of Colt’s cock, circling it over and over again. Then, when he’s least expecting it, I open my mouth as wide as I can and take it all inside my mouth. That’s right, 12 inches of cock in a fraction of a second.
And it feels amazing.
