Page 45 of Phantom
“We could get caught,” I managed to respond.
“I don’t care.”
He ducked his head in and pressed his lips against mine, and though I could taste myself in the connection, I couldn’t be bothered to care. I pushed against Colin’s body and rolled him onto his back.
“My turn,” I hummed.
Since we were clearly marking each other, I placed my lips on the spot right beneath the back left side of Colin’s jaw and fastened myself there, licking and sucking as my hands snaked down to undo the buttons on Colin’s jeans. I reached in and rubbed over the sheathed member and was delighted to feel that there was a lot of him just barely managing to stay contained within the fabric of his boxer shorts.
Lifting from the spot on Colin’s neck, I grinned down at him. “You grew up.”
Colin reached up and squeezed one of my breasts. “I’m not the only one.”
So, time had been kind to us both.
With excited anticipation causing me to shake as I moved, I made my way down Colin’s body. I made sure to take a little bit of extra time to kiss all of the discolored burn marks on Colin’s left arm, chest, and stomach. He still had a few bandages wrapped around his bicep that were there earlier in the week, as well, but given that the discoloration was darkest there, I imagined that it was where the worst of the burns were. I kissed the top of the bandages and made a silent vow to myself to increase his confidence to the point that he could show me even that. The truth of the matter was, I found the scars kind of sexy. They gave him a uniqueness, and he wore them like a medal of honor—a sign that he was willing to do anything for the people he loved. Not wanting to disrupt the moment, though, after giving him that touch of attention, I made my way south.
The scarring near his hip continued past the hem of his pants, and for a brief second, I imagined him half-engulfed in flames. The part of my mind that told me that the police were just doing their jobs when they chased after Colin was forced beneath the part that wanted to hunt and kill the people who’d hurt him so badly. I kissed his hip and forced the thoughts out of my mind before turning my attention to his hard, waiting self.
I popped it out of his boxer shorts and grinned at the size. Whatever God had punished me with Taylor’s unrelenting possessiveness was apologizing now with Colin. As if it weren’t enough that he was good looking, smart, cool, and well-liked by my father, he was also well endowed. It was almost unfair. With my tongue outstretched, I leaned in and licked the tip. I marveled in Colin’s immediate response, him opening his mouth and letting out a huff. I took my time, giving the outside of his length some attention, working my way up one side and down the other until Colin’s hands combed into my hair. The way his dark, blown-out eyes were looking back at me when I looked up at him sent chills down my spine. Maintaining eye contact, I lowered myself, and his eyes drifted closed.
It’d been a while for me, but any concerns that I had that I wasn’t doing a good job were quickly abated by Colin’s sounds and gentle thrusts. I kept a hand fastened to his base and worked it up to meet my mouth as I worked down, and I enjoyed the taste of Colin’s enjoyment filling my mouth.
When I started to pick up the pace a little, Colin pulled at my head to take me off him. He laughed. “Not yet.”
“Are you sure?”
I tried to pull down again, but he dipped a hand under my chin and pulled me up. I straddled his waist, teasingly keeping my core floating just above him. Though I fully planned on teasing him a bit more, I looked down at Colin’s face and got goosebumps. His eyes instantly locked on mine. My nakedness be damned, Colin was staring directly into my eyes, with his hands sliding slowly up my back. He wasn’t smiling or smirking, and there wasn’t even lust behind his eyes for a moment. He just watched me, and the longer we sat there, the more overexposed and out of control I felt.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I finally asked when the silence became too much.
He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”
“Don’t get what?”
“You.” There was a breathless quality to his voice. “How? You’re so… perfect.”
My throat clenched, and my nose started to burn. Never in my life had someone looked at me that way before, spoken to me that way before—years of always just getting by.
It wasn’t me who was perfect.
I reached behind myself, grabbed Colin’s shaft, and guided it carefully to my entrance. With a slow pace, I lowered my hips and let Colin slide inside until I was seated against him with him fully inside. We let out a pair of matching moans. My eyes fluttered shut, and my head tossed back as I started to rise and fall. Colin’s hands curved against my sides, and his fingers dug in. There was nothing in my brain that I could compare the feeling to. It was falling, and it was flying. It was fireworks against a night sky and white, fluffy clouds against a bright blue one. It was loud and, at the same time, silent. Heavy and, at the same time, light. I lifted myself and dropped myself, and it settled into a rhythm that my body quickly memorized and looped subconsciously, allowing my brain to take all of it in.
Years of Colin, both of knowing him and being without him, collided. He was beneath me. It was really and truly him. I wasn’t aware of how much I missed him until he was back in my life, and just like that, I hinged myself inexplicably to him. Nothing, no one, would be allowed to come between us. He was my future. The deep connection as he thrust up into me was a premonition of things to come.
As the party roared on outside, Colin and I kept at it until both of our bodies were exhausted. How many minutes had passed? How many songs had played outside the window? When exactly did we stop and start again? When exactly did I drift off? When did I come to with his hands all over me, willing me into another round?
When I finally collapsed against Colin’s chest, the number of orgasms I’d experienced past what I could keep track of, it was both too soon and just soon enough to keep me from passing out entirely.
Colin snickered in my ear. “Wow.”
My head fell onto his chest as I attempted to catch my breath. “Yeah.”
“It’s not usually like that, right?” Colin asked. “I’ve had sex, but I’ve never hadthatbefore.”
“No,” I replied with a smile on my face. “It isnotalways like that.” I craned my head to look up at him. “I blame you.”
“Funny,” he replied, twisting his head to look down into my eyes. “I was about to blame you.”
