Almost Too Far (Almost Bad Boys #3) (14 page)

He pulls me to him with one hand splayed in the middle of my back, while his other hand slides between us and down to my cleft. Adeptly, he rubs my opening with his thumb, getting its pad wet, and then circles it over my clit, while gently sliding two fingers inside me.
 

I cry out and ride his fingers, pushing them deeper. He wraps his other hand around my hair and pulls my head back, to gain easy access to my throat. I feel his tongue licking the side of my chin and down to my throat. He makes me arch my back even more, and then his mouth is on my nipple, his teeth grazing it, the tongue relentlessly lapping at it. He sucks on it, and I moan again, pressing his head to my breast with my hands.
 

Colin pushes another finger inside me, and my climax starts rapidly building, the scorching heat consuming me. I grasp his cock in my hand and stroke him from tip to root, feeling it lurch and quickly harden even more. It becomes thick and rigid in seconds when I pump and squeeze it in my fist.

He murmurs, and his hand leaves my folds, sliding back to my butt, forcing me forward. I spread my legs even more to the sides, and his enlarged length enters me in one swift motion. His hands are on my hips, urging me up and down. I ride him hard and fast, racing toward the thunderous orgasm.
 

He stretches and fills me, and I moan continuously, unable to contain this ravishing need building inside. He’s all I’ve ever wanted; all I’ve always searched for; he’s the prize I finally was granted after playing all the wrong games. My Colin; my angel.
 

“I love you… so much,” I whimper between the ragged breaths.
 

Colin groans. The sound is primal, so sexually charged. It pushes me into the spiral of delicious climax, and I bite onto his shoulder, stifling my scream. My sex clenches and unclenches firmly around his engorged penis, desperately prolonging the raging pleasure.
 

“I love you too. You’re mine. Only mine,” he rasps through gritted teeth.
 

Surprisingly, I like this type of alpha male declaration of possessiveness. There are finally no restraints or boundaries between us, and I find myself appreciating this domineering demeanor more than anything. Who would have thought I had it in me—a gratitude for male control, though only in bed. I’m not only finding the new side of Colin but also the new me.
 

“I’m yours, only yours. Oh, baby, you feel so good, so hard inside me!”

With a deep, low grunt, he pushes me onto my back, one hand cupping my butt, the other grasping my shoulder. He slams into me, his cock pumping relentlessly. His heavy sack slaps against my buttocks, and I feel another climax quickly approaching.
 

“Baby, you’ll make me come again,” I pant, splaying my fingers and digging them into his hard, lean buttocks.
 

He grins. “And that’s so bad, huh?”

I close my eyes and smile back, biting my lip. Without stopping his sweet assault, he lowers his face to mine, supporting himself on his elbows, and says, “That’s
my
job.”

“What’s
your
job?” I look at him.

“This.” His teeth sink into my swollen lip. He tugs gently, and then sucks, licking with just the tip of his tongue.
 

I murmur in appreciation, while he takes over my mouth, his tongue stroking deep, sliding over and around mine, voracious and unyielding. He shifts slightly to the side, and I see in my peripheral vision his bulging bicep growing even more defined. His hand cups my breast, plumping it and transmitting a blazing sensation through my body, all the way to my over-stimulated sex.
 

“Ah!” I gasp, pulling away from his mouth and biting my lip again.
 

Colin grasps the back of my thigh and hitches it higher and over his hip. His thumb skims over my throbbing clit, and I tilt my hips upwards, surrendering to this sweet anguish.
 

“Colin, please… I want to come. Now!”

“So impatient. So needy,” he murmurs against my lips, sending a new bout of sizzling sensation down south of my waist.

“You make me needy for you,” I gasp when the head of his engorged penis slides completely out, and then back in through my cleft. It stretches and fills me, and I greedily push toward it, moaning.

Colin holds firmly onto my thigh and buttock, keeping me in just the right angle for him. His face is right above mine, and his blue eyes are dark with lust.
 

“Is that what you wanted?” His mouth quivers, and one corner lifts up. He looks as sexy as hell, smiling like this.
 

I breathe fast, my fingers frenziedly sliding over his back.
 

“Is it? Tell me,” he demands.
 

“Yes. It’s what I want,” I whisper, unable to speak up; unable to really form any coherent thought. I just want to feel him inside and all around me.
 

“I want to hear more.” He pounds into me relentlessly, but when I only whimper in pleasure without succumbing to his command, he stops.
 

“Colin, please. Don’t stop,” I beg.
 

“Tell me.” His tongue laps over my earlobe.
 

“I want you to fuck me, hard. I don’t want you to stop. I want your rigid cock to hammer me into an orgasm. That’s what I want,” I whisper frantically.
 

He drives into me again, all the way, deep inside, and I cry out when the thunder of release claims me. Colin doesn’t stop, and I keep climaxing, long and strong. My fingernails dig into the skin of his buttocks in the same rhythm as his manhood slams into me.
 

His breath becomes shallow and ragged, desperate with his own primal need for a release. He screams, “Natalie! Fuck, yes! Yes!” His thrusts are desperate and vehement, and I can’t get enough of him, so I whisper his name and squeeze my legs around him, urging him to keep going.
 

He finally collapses on top of me, but still supporting his weight on his trembling forearms. He’s laboriously breathing and shaking in the aftermath of such an overwhelming orgasm.

NINETEEN

Don’t be with someone you can be with; be with someone you can't be without.
 

Anon

We lay on our backs, holding hands and looking at each other. Colin’s eyes are half-closed. His features are relaxed and gorgeously male.
 

“When we’re back, I want you to wear that pink bra,” he murmurs lazily.
 

“
The
pink bra? The one you first saw me in?” I laugh.

“That’s the one. And the same skirt and heels.”

I lift my head from the pillow and slide my arm under it. “Huh. Don’t tell me you want me to parade half naked in my office for you.”

“Nah. In my bedroom should be sufficient. You never wear that bra anymore.”
 

I groan and shake my head. “That’s my badge of shame.”

He opens his eyes and gives me an incredulous look. “Because you ran into me half-naked in your office?”

“Something like that.”

He swiftly rolls over to hover above me. His upper lip lifts in a tiny snarl. “That was the best day of my life up to that moment. You brought me to my knees.”

“What? I thought you thought I was a complete moron or a ditz. What kind of woman runs around half-naked in her place of employment?”

“You’re too hard on yourself, babe. You took my breath away, and I still have difficulty breathing around you.” He smiles, and his eyes narrow playfully.

I lift my hand and trace his lips with my finger. Colin opens his mouth and captures it in his mouth. He begins to suck and closes his eyes. This is such an erotic act, that I feel my sex immediately clench and dampen in need.
 

“I want you to do this to me. Everywhere,” I whisper.
 

He smiles and gently bites my finger. His hand finds my breast and starts plumping it. My breath hitches. I moan. Colin slowly slides his fingers down over my stomach and all the way to my folds. Unhurriedly, he starts playing with me, releasing the rush of desire. I want to scream in frustration. I don’t want him to be gentle. But his hand is barely touching me there.
 

I arch my back, pushing against his fingers. He chuckles. “So impatient. You want it hard or gentle?”

“Hard. Very hard.” I gasp.
 

“Then ask,” he taunts.
 

“I want you to take me firm and fast. Don’t stop. I want to feel you slam against me, hard.” I keep panting, overtaken by yearning.
 

Colin claims my mouth with his. Granting my wish, he’s not gentle but possessive and urgent. His tongue and lips are demanding and greedy. His fingers are probing inside my cleft, and then without warning his rigid cock enters me and thumps fiercely, back and forth. I cry in surprise and joyful fulfillment when he gives me exactly what I want. My breasts jiggle up and down in the primal rhythm of his lovemaking.
 

Through his clenched teeth, Colin says, “I love your tits. They are gorgeous. Play with them, baby.”
 

I cup my breasts and roll them under my hands, pinching the nipples. Colin growls deep in his throat. “Oh, yes, like that, baby.”

He pounds into me so hard, I start sliding to the edge of the bed. But he doesn’t stop even when I’m dangerously close to falling off. Instead, he clutches my shoulders and pushes me down to him.
 

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commands, and I do as I’m told.
 

Colin lifts my buttocks up, holding onto my hips and moves me to the middle of the bed. “Now I want you to come,” he rasps.
 

His cock relentlessly plunges into me, and my clit throbs with every thrust. I press the back of my thighs into his driving hips, wanting him even deeper inside.
 

A long, guttural moan escapes me, and heat explodes in my sex. “Yeeeeeeees!” I fist the sheets in my hands and shake my head from side to side, coming, still coming. It’s such a deep, prolonged pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want Colin to ever stop. He’s the only one who can make me feel so free and confident, openly receiving and giving, and wanting more.
 

Colin grunts low and long, and his muscles clench then shudder. He spurts into me, still pumping hard and fast. And then he stills for a moment, throwing his head back and groaning once more, exhaling. He looks at me intently and starts his thrusting again, rubbing his thumb over my swollen clit. “Come once more. I know you want to. Come for me, baby.”

Before I even register what he’s offering, the new climax finds me, and I scream in abandon, openmouthed, shamelessly.
 

If that’s not the best proof of Colin’s altruism then I don’t know what is. Even spent and satisfied, he still has my own fulfillment on his mind. What other guy has ever been this way with me? I try not to think about all the complete asshats I’ve dated in my past. They have nothing on Colin.
 

He hovers over me, supporting himself on his outstretched arms, watching me intently. I’m panting, my heart violently thrashing in my chest, and my lungs unable to expand enough to calm the aftermath of multiple climaxes.
 

“Colin.” I close my eyes. My voice is barely above the whisper. “Can you ever trust me?”

“What do you mean? You think I don’t trust you?”

I look at him. His expression is a mix of confusion and hurt. I almost want to take my words back. I don’t want to cause him pain. But we have to talk about this, or it will never get resolved. I need to know… to understand if his past still clutches him in its ugly grip. “I need to ask you something, but before you answer, take a moment to think about my question.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, pulling out and lying down next to me. His fingers brush the hair away from my temple. I feel his intent gaze on me. “What is it?”

I take a slow breath—in and out, in and out, in… “I know it’s difficult for you to overcome your past. I’m not asking you to forget. But I’m
not
Faith. My life has never been as challenging as hers. My parents, although usually preoccupied with their jobs, themselves, and now with traveling, have always been there for me. They are good parents. They took care of me, and they loved and cared for me. I mean, they still do.” I turn my face to look at him. “I had a really happy childhood, no tragedies, no painful memories.”