14. Colton

14

COLTON

T he self-restraint it takes not to react to the sight of her scars is beyond ridiculous. My hands grip the sheets on either side of her hips as I stare down at her thigh.

She squirms under my attention, making the reason for her wanting to turn the light off even more obvious.

It didn’t take long tonight to discover that the confidence she’d always had when we were younger has been severely knocked.

At first, I just assumed it was her weight. She’s no longer the girl from MKU. She’s a woman and she’s hot. Beyond hot. Having a few more inches, rounder hips and bigger boobs is nothing close to being a bad thing.

Then I assumed it was him. The asshole who’s treated her badly.

But now I get it.

Now I understand.

She wasn’t lying when she said that life after college hasn’t been what she’d expected, and it seems that losing her dad might have just been the icing on an already painful cake.

She might think her scars are ugly, or something that might put me off, but she couldn’t be more wrong. It only confirms what I already know. She doesn’t know me. Not the real me.

The guy she spent time with in college was the one I wanted everyone to see. Not the one who was acting out to help cover more than a few scars of my own. Only, mine aren’t visible on the outside. Instead, they poison me from the inside, silently taunting me, constantly reminding me of how my life could be.

Ella squirms beneath me, desperate to get away from my stare.

“Bombshell,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her hip to stop her.

Ripping my attention from the series of scars on her thigh, I drag my gaze up her body, lingering on her lace-covered breasts, wondering why they’re still hidden before I meet her terrified eyes.

“You’d better be squirming because you’re so desperate for my cock,” I tell her. “Because as far as I can see, there is no other reason why you’d need to be moving around so much right now.”

“Colt,” she whimpers.

I hate it. I fucking hate that she thinks she’s anything less than she used to be because of a little weight and a few scars.

“Nah, Bombshell. That’s not how we do things here. Let me show you.”

Hooking my fingers beneath the straps of her bra, I drag them over her shoulders until the cups give and her breasts spill out.

“Fucking incredible,” I tell her before dipping low and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.

She cries out as I swirl my tongue around her, her fingers finding purchase in my hair and holding me against her, suddenly forgetting her apprehension and her fears as she encourages me to switch to the other side.

There she is. There’s my Ella.

“Colton,” she pants. “Fuck. So good.”

“Yeah?” I ask like a cocky motherfucker. But why the fuck shouldn’t I be? I’ve got a gorgeous, incredible woman in my bed stroking my ego. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

“Yeah. Don’t stop.”

I can’t help but laugh as I replace my mouth with my fingers, continuing to tease her.

“As if. I’ve got plans for you tonight, Bombshell. And none of them involve stopping.”

“Oh god.”

“Nah, Ella. Not God, just number forty-two.”

“Fucking hell, I don’t want to know how many times you’ve used that line,” she groans as I kiss down her stomach, my hands still working her breasts.

Her back arches and she moans again as I lick a line across the lace of her panties, my mouth watering for another taste of her.

She was always so fucking sweet.

“Used to be addicted to this pussy, Bombshell. Never had another to match it.”

“Enough with the lines,” she moans.

“They’re not lines. Just the truth.”

“Colt,” she warns.

“I’ll never lie to you, Ella. I thought you knew that.”

Tucking my fingers under the sides of her panties, I crawl lower down the bed and drag them down with me.

“Bra, Ella. I need to see all of you.”

I look up just in time to see her swallow nervously.

“Enough of that.” I tug her panties off with such fervor they rip at the sides.

I spread her thighs, holding her legs open with my hands on her knees.

“Bra,” I repeat, keeping my eyes on her body.

She might not like it, but she’s going to have to figure out a way to get used to it, because she’s not hiding from me. Not now, not ever.

Thankfully, this time she does as she’s told, and in only seconds her final item of clothing hits the floor and I dive for what I really want.

Holding her open, I lick up the length of her pussy, savoring the taste that I’ve been craving for way too fucking long.

“Colton,” she cries, her back arching as I eat her.

Her fingers twist in my hair, holding me so tight to her that I’m sure she’s about to rip it clean out. She can carry on. I’ll happily walk around tomorrow with an Ella-induced bald patch.

“Oh my god.”

“So good. So fucking good,” I moan without moving my lips from her pussy.

“Shit. Don’t stop,” Ella begs, her thighs trying to close around my head.

“Don’t think so, bombshell,” I groan, pinning her thighs back to keep her exposed. “Remember what I said about hiding?”

She whimpers as my hot breath rushes over her swollen, sensitive skin.

“I’m not hiding,” she gasps, trying to roll her hips to tempt me back.

“Good. I’d hate to have to punish you for being a bad girl.”

“Oh, Jesus. I forgot about your dirty mouth.”

“Good thing I’m here to remind you about everything I’m good at, huh?”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I prove myself with actions.

She moans and mewls as I eat her. And every time she shouts or chants my name, my chest puffs out with satisfaction.

I bet he never had her begging like this.

“Oh my god, Colton. Please,” she cries when I push her right to the edge before refusing to let her fall. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“You love me really,” I tease, releasing her clit for a beat and slowing my fingers that are now knuckle deep inside her.

“You wish,” she seethes, glaring down at me over her heaving chest.

Yeah, I fucking do. Locking that thought down before it can grow any legs, I focus on her.

Her eyes are like molten chocolate, her skin flushed with her almost release. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention, and her legs are trembling.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

“You want more, Bombshell?” I tease, kissing the softness of her thigh, letting my rough chin scratch her delicate skin.

“Colton,” she warns.

“Be a good girl and beg me,” I taunt.

Her breath catches, I’m sure as memories of our time together before flicker through her mind. She was always so eager to please. I was more than happy to take anything I could get.

Fuck. I was a selfish cunt back then.

You still are, a little voice pipes up.

“Please,” she whispers, sounding more shy about what she needs than I’d like.

“Please what, El?”

She swallows nervously. “Please, eat me until I’m screaming your name.”

“Fuck yeah. All you had to do was ask.”

I dive for her again and she screams as I suck and fuck her into that almost-lost release.

Her juices drip down my fingers as she sucks them deeper, taking every ounce of pleasure I’m offering her.

Her orgasm goes on and on, and I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been for her to shatter so thoroughly.

I watch her ride out every second of it, utterly obsessed with each movement and noise that falls from her lips.

My own memories assault me, memories of how addicted to this girl I was. I knew I needed to let her go, but I never could.

“Holy shit,” she finally whispers, her body relaxing into a sated heap on my bed.

“So fucking beautiful,” I breathe, before I kiss up her body.

I make a point of pressing my lips to each of her scars. Some are barely visible, others redder, angrier. But none of them distract from her beauty.

“Colton,” she whispers, her eyes full of unshed tears as she watches me.

Moving from the last mark on her thigh, I lick up the slim scar on her stomach before kissing over her breast, nipping her collarbone and finally finding her lips.

As I stare down at her, one of her tears slips free.

Lifting my hand, I steal the small drop of water and lift it to my lips.

“None of that, Bombshell,” I say quietly but firmly. “This is about pleasure, about you feeling good.”

A smile twitches at her lips.

“It is. I am,” she confirms.

“Good. Now let’s continue.” I steal her lips in a filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I get settled between her thighs.

My cock aches and bobs between my thighs, desperate to reconnect with her mind-blowing pussy.

Shifting forward, I torture both of us by teasing the head of my dick through her slick folds.

But I don’t allow either of us to have any more. Instead, I just keep kissing her, letting my hands roam over her body, loving the way she moans and gasps as I worship her.

Fuck letting her think she’s any less than she used to be.

She’s more. So much fucking more.

“Colt, please,” she whimpers when I finally release her lips and kiss down her throat. Her pulse thunders beneath my lips and I smile.

“Patience, Bombshell. You know it’ll be worth it,” I growl in her ear, making her entire body shudder with need.

Unable to hold back any longer, I reach for my nightstand and pull the top drawer open. Blindly reaching in, I find a condom and sit back on my haunches.

Ella’s eyes are wide and hungry as she watches me rip the packet open with my teeth.

My skin tingles as her gaze drops, locking on my dick.

“Missed him?” I ask cockily.

She laughs and shakes her head.

“Get on with it before I go and find someone else who can finish the job, Playboy,” she teases.

My lips curl, and my heart flutters as my sassy Ella emerges before my eyes.

Fuck, I love that girl.

“You know I always finish the job, Bombshell. Multiple times over.”

Pulling the rubber free, I quickly roll it down my shaft, her eyes following my every move.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I groan, falling over her and planting one hand next to her head as I push just the tip inside her.

Her lips form an O as I begin to stretch her open.

“Colton.” My name is barely a whisper, and fuck if the sound of it doesn’t hit me like a fucking linebacker going full throttle.

“Ella,” I breathe, releasing my cock in favor of cupping her face. “Ready?”

She nods once, and I thrust forward.

Her back arches, her chin lifts, and her eyes close as she takes me.

“Shit,” she gasps, and I immediately still.

“You okay?” I ask in a rush, hating the idea of hurting her.

Her eyes flicker open, and she studies me. Really fucking studies me. I swear in that moment, she can see right down into my soul, read all my darkest secrets and sacred fears.

“I-it’s been a while.”

“Motherfucker,” I grit out, both loving that he’s a prick and hating that he hasn’t looked after someone as incredible as Ella. “I’ve got you, Bombshell. We can start again,” I offer without thinking about the weight of my words.

Think with your head, Rogers. Not your cock.

Those damn tears reappear before me, and unable to watch as she takes my words exactly the way they sounded, I slam my lips down on hers.

I want to give her everything. I always did. But it’s not as easy as that.

Getting stuck with me will be a curse she’d regret. And I can’t do that to anyone, especially my bombshell.

She deserves better. So much better than what a life with me could entail.

Refusing to allow my thoughts to take over, I roll my hips, testing to see if she’s ready. She mewls into our kiss and her nails rake across my back.

“Fuck, Ella. Fuck,” I moan, upping my speed and remembering all over again why I became so addicted to her.

It’s not just because she’s a fucking epic person, but also because she has the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of sticking my dick into.

She’s right. I am a shameless player.

“Colton,” she cries, throwing her head back and breaking our kiss as I bottom out in her.

“So fucking good.”

The temptation to sit up and fuck her with wild abandon is so strong, I almost cave. Years without this makes me impatient as fuck to take her hard and fast. But then I remember her comment earlier about only thinking with my dick, and I manage to rein myself in.

Treat her how she deserves, asshole.

Put her first for fucking once.

So I do.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I reclaim her lips as I fuck her. Hell, is it even classified as fucking with how slow I’m going? Am I…am I actually making lo?—

No.

No, that is not what is happening here.

I’m just…being thoughtful and easing her in.

That’s—

“Oh fuck, bombshell,” I groan when she squeezes down on me, making me almost lose my damn mind.

“You’re holding back,” she forces out.

“I’m being gentle.”

“Well, fucking stop it. I never came to you for gentle. Now, show me what you’ve got, Playboy.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, desperately trying to keep my resolve to do this right, but then she squeezes me again, her nails digging into my back so hard she must draw blood, and my inner animal takes over.