Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Colter

"What did you think?" Leia asks, pacing around our bedroom two hours after dinner. We waited until we were sure Gavin was gone before we dipped out. I didn’t want to leave Elysa alone until we were sure he wouldn’t return. The motherfucker is smooth. But he’s a prick.

"I think we’re not talking about him tonight," I murmur, tugging her into my arms when she approaches me. She’s been antsy all night. I don’t think she likes Gavin much. It has nothing to do with him being a bookie, either. She has killer instincts. She has to learn to trust them.

He may act like a good guy, but they all do, right? I’ve seen it a thousand times. Men like Gavin are a dime a dozen. They say all the right things, smile in all the right places. But the eyes never lie. His are cold.

"Colter, we have to talk about it," Leia protests.

"No. What you have to do is take that pretty dress off so I can see what belongs to me." I run my hand down her back and then sweep my hand beneath the hem of it, gathering up the fabric as I go. "I want you naked and on your knees, pretty baby."

"Colter." Her protest comes out as a moan this time, her resolve weakening.

I palm her ass before swatting it. "Strip, Leia."

"Why don’t you strip and get on your knees, Bossy?" she sasses.

I release her and step back, ripping my Polo off over my head. I keep my eyes on her while I reach for my belt. She swallows hard as I undo it with one hand, ripping it through the loops. I don’t say a word as I undress, stripping off one item after another.

The pulse in her throat flutters like a hummingbird’s wings.

I lower myself to my knees at her feet, staring up at her. "Is this what you want, Leia? Me worshipping at your feet?" I murmur, tugging her toward me. "Me on my knees for you, pretty baby?"

"Colter," she whispers, placing her hands on my shoulder.

"I already worship you. I’m already on my knees. You already own me, Leia." I press my forehead against her stomach, inhaling a breath. "I love you so fucking much it’s driving me crazy."

A quiet sob whispers from her lips before she steps away from me. I glance up, worried as fuck I just said too much too soon, but she’s already reaching for the hem of her dress. She pulls it up her body, her eyes locked on mine.

I lose the ability to breathe as she rips it off over her head, leaving her in a royal purple bra, panties, and matching garters. She sinks to her knees in front of me, so damn graceful, so damn beautiful.

"You own me too, Colter," she whispers, her eyes watery and full of emotion. "You make me feel things I never knew existed. You make me want things I never even dreamed about before you."

"Good," I rumble, running my hand down the side of her face. "I fully intend to make all of them come true."

"Oh, yeah?" She smiles, lighting up from the inside out. "All of them, huh?"

"Fuck, yeah, Trouble."

"Then maybe you should stand up," she whispers.

"Fuck," I groan. "You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?"

"Yes."

I drag her to me to kiss her long and deep. When I let her up, we’re both panting for breath. I rise to my feet, stepping up in front of her. My cock is already rock hard and standing at attention, eager for the sweet torment she’s about to inflict on me.

She sits forward on her knees, running one hand up my thigh. "Jesus, Colter. This thing is even more massive up close and personal," she mutters. "Why are you God’s favorite? You’re bossy and annoying."

"You love every inch of it," I growl, fisting my hand into her hair. "Especially when you’re bouncing on it."

Her cheek brushes the head. My stomach muscles clench. Jesus. I hope she enjoys this because there’s no way I have the strength to survive her doing it often. I already like that mouth too much. Having it on my cock is going to ruin me.

She blows across my shaft, and my hand tightens in her hair.

"Stop teasing and suck my cock, Trouble," I groan. It’s supposed to be an order, but I think it might actually be a plea. Have mercy on me, pretty baby. I’m just a man.

She laughs up at me, those sky-blue eyes bright with humor. "Shush, Bossy. This is my fantasy, remember?"

"Yeah?" I press my thumb to her chin, gently forcing her mouth open. Once she’s where I want her, I press the head of my cock to her lips, running it back and forth across them. "This is mine, pretty baby."

She moans softly, flicking her tongue out to taste the precum welling from the slit.

"You like that?"

"Yes."

"Good girl," I murmur. "I fucking knew you would." I slip the head past her perfect lips, growling as her hot mouth engulfs it. "Fuck. Your mouth is perfect."

She whimpers around me, her eyes dark with desire.

"Suck it, pretty baby. Take me deep." I thrust in and out of her mouth a couple of inches, showing her what to do. She doesn’t need much instruction, though. She’s already bobbing on my cock, eager to learn. Eager to please. Goddamn. She’s perfect.

I rock my hips, groaning as my dick disappears between her lips again and then again. She moans around me; her lips stretched to capacity. She can’t even take half of me but tries like hell anyway.

"Look at you," I groan, holding her hair away from her face. "You look so beautiful on your knees with my cock in your mouth. You’re sucking me like a goddess."

She claws at my thighs, pulling me closer.

I take control, pumping my hips in slow, steady strokes, giving us both what we want. Her eyes light up, letting me know I read her right. This is her fantasy, what she dreamed about. Me fucking her mouth, taking what I want from her.

"Mm, goddamn," I groan. "Maybe I’ll just use this hot little mouth to get myself off."

She moans, desire flaring brighter in her eyes.

"That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to come down this perfect throat?"

She bobs her head.

I pump my hips again, holding her on my cock for a moment before I pull back suddenly. My dick falls from her mouth. Her soft cry of disappointment ends in a gasp when I snatch her off of the floor into my arms.

"Too bad," I growl, stomping toward the bed with her. "I’m not coming anywhere except that cunt tonight, Leia."

"Colter!" She claws at my back like a little hellcat.

I toss her gently toward the bed before following her down. She lands on her stomach with me on top of her, pinning her carefully in place.

"Stay just like this," I whisper in her ear.

She moans my name as I work my way down her body, kissing everywhere I can reach. I nip at her skin, tormenting her now. I touch and kiss and lick, teasing her into a frenzy. When she’s sobbing beneath me, I rip her panties down her legs, lifting her ass into the air.

"Colter!" she screams as I lunge, attacking her with my tongue from behind. She falls forward slightly, burying her face in the pillows to muffle her cries as I gorge myself on her. Her honey floods my system, sending me reeling toward fucklust.

What is it about this woman that makes me crazy? How is it that she manages to ground me and set me ablaze at the same fucking time? I don’t know, but she does. I’ve never felt more settled than I do with her, more at peace. And I’ve never felt more amped up and jittery either, like an addict needing another hit.

I press my tongue to the tight ring of muscle at her back entrance, curling my fingers up to stroke her G-spot simultaneously. She screams as she catapults over the edge, shocked and too turned on to deny she likes it. Fuck. I’m going to have so much fun with her.

Before she even has a chance to come down, I rise up behind her, notch myself at her entrance, and drive into her. She screams my name, her orgasm igniting all over again. She’s so damn tight like this. Ah, God. She’s killing me.

"God, Leia," I groan. "You feel like heaven, pretty baby."

"Colter, Colter," she moans in a daze.

I pound into her, fucking her hard and deep. My balls smack against her with every stroke. She pushes back against me, her ass in the air, her cheek flat against the pillows.

"I love you."

I stop moving. Stop breathing.

"I love you."

"Jesus." I flip her over, pulling her into my arms. My heart pulses with emotion, threatening to crack wide open. "Say it again, Trouble," I whisper.

"I love you, Colter."

I crush her to my chest, crush my lips to her. We touch and fuck, lost in the emotion of the moment. Lost in one another. God, I don’t ever want to be found again. I want to stay like this forever, with this goddess wrapped around me, breathing life into me every time she shatters around me.

"Colter, Colter," she chants, her head thrown back and her nails in my shoulder blades as I drive her toward the edge again. "Oh, God. I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much."

"No," I growl, dragging my teeth down the tendon in her throat. "It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough, Leia." I rock her against me, reaching between us to stroke her clit. "Come for me, pretty baby. Give me one more."

"I can’t!" she cries.

"You can," I breathe. "Just one more, Leia. Give me just one more."

"O-one more."

"Good girl." I grind my thumb against her clit, rocking her against me. She whines my name, unable to stop the way she moves with me, unable to keep herself from chasing the pleasure. Her head tips back, a loud cry expelling from her lips as she shatters a final time.

I drop her on me and hold her there, growling as she pulls me over with her this time. She takes everything I have, draining me dry as she shudders and shakes in my arms, glowing like the goddess she is.

When she slumps against my chest, I pull her close, holding her to my heart.

"I love you, Trouble," I breathe against her ear.

Her happy sigh is the sweetest response.