Chapter Eighteen

"Thank you. For tonight." Truly paused outside the gate leading to the McCrory's backyard.

After the three glasses of nocino Colin had had, she'd insisted she walk him home; she liked him too much to let him walk home alone, lest he trip and fall into the lake.

That, and she kind of was loath to end the night and say goodbye.

"For what?" he asked. "Your parents are awesome. They're passionate people." His thumb swept across her knuckles. "I can see where you get it from."

Her face warmed. Her chest, too. "That's a nice way of looking at it. Thank you."

"I just call it like I see it." Colin squeezed her fingers. "They, uh, they seemed to be getting along?"

A welcome, if not bizarre turn. "I think it helped that they had a common goal of giving me as much grief as possible. It doesn't hurt that they were on their best behavior because you were there. I think they really liked you."

Colin cringed. "I still think I made a shitty first impression. Hey, I just got carnal with your only child, nice to meet you. Not the way I wanted that introduction to go down."

"Your willingness to play along with our bizarro family tradition definitely won them over."

Justin had been to her parents' house how many times? A dozen? Two dozen times over the years? Not once had he genuinely played along with Mom and Dad's theater games. He'd treated it like a joke, throwing out quotes at random that made no sense in a conversation. His favorite thing to shout was five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes without rhyme or reason or even very much knowledge of Rent. She'd pulled him aside once and asked what the hell he was on about. He laughed and told her that's how long it felt like these theater games of her parents dragged on for. Jerk.

Why she'd ignored the writing on the wall for so long was honestly horrifying in hindsight.

"I had fun. Your parents are great." He chuckled. "If it wouldn't make dating you weird, I might be tempted to take your dad up on that adoption offer."

"Too kinky for you?" she teased.

He sighed dramatically. "Didn't think it was possible, but alas, we all have our limits."

"For what it's worth, I think they want to keep you. Which is, you know..." She ducked her chin, hiding her smile. "Handy."

"Handy, huh?" He squeezed her fingers. "Why's that?"

She stared at their clasped hands, at the veins crisscrossing the back of his, blue where hers were green, his fingers longer, her cuticles more ragged. She liked the way her hand looked in his, liked the way it felt even better. Colin didn't squeeze too hard, but his grip was firm, reassuring, his thumb sweeping a constant arc against her wrist or knuckles depending on how he held her. Justin's grip—if she could even call it that—had been limp, like he'd forgotten he was even holding her hand.

"Because I'd like to keep you, too," she confessed, heart in her throat.

No, heart in her hand, which was conveniently nestled inside Colin's.

He cupped her face, his little finger pressing just beneath her jaw where her pulse pounded. His touch was solid and sure, and so unlike her skipping heart, racing over one beat and stuttering on the next. No one had ever made her heart skip a beat like he did.

"Jokes aside," he said, "I'm pretty keen on being kept by you."

She swallowed hard, heart thundering, reveling in the firm press of his fingers against her throat, the place where she was most vulnerable, all thin skin covering squishy veins pulsing with hot blood. Anytime Justin had touched her throat some primal part of her had flinched and she had wriggled away. Yet here she was, tilting her neck up, bearing her throat to Colin and leaning into his palm, silently begging him to keep touching her.

The blunt edge of his nail raked gently against her skin, sparking a shiver. Colin cast a glance at the back of the house. He arched a brow and the left corner of his mouth rose. "You know, I've, uh, I've never snuck a girl over before."

A laugh escaped her. "Colin McCrory, you sly dog. You want to fuck me down the hall from where your parents are probably sleeping?"

He pressed his palm to his chest, eyes wide with mock affront. "Good to know where your brain is at, St. James. I wanted to cuddle. It was kind of hard to do that in the fucking lake."

"Oh, ho, sure. And if cuddling happens to lead to a little touching..."

He held up his hands. "I'm a go-with-the-flow kind of guy."

"You're full of shit is what you are."

"That wasn't a no."

"Your parents are going to be right down the hall."

His teeth scraped against his bottom lip, almost taunting. Biting that lip was her job, from now on. "You afraid you can't stay quiet?"

"I thought you wanted to cuddle."

"Maybe I'm a vigorous cuddler, huh? You consider that?"

"I'm going to amend my previous statement and upgrade you to so full of shit."

Colin cracked the gate leading up to the walk that wound its way through the backyard and up to the set of French double doors. "Sounds to me like someone's chicken."

"Take that back."

He slipped through the gate, then turned and met her eyes. "Bok, bok."

Oh, it was on. "I'm expecting some vigorous fucking cuddling from you, McCrory."

She followed, hand in his, as he led the way through the back door. When she paused to take off her shoes, Colin steadied her, hands on her hips.

He ducked down, lips skimming her forehead, lingering at her temple. His hand slipped lower, gripping her ass, squeezing.

She arched her back, encouraging. "Where's your room?"

Colin laughed against her skin. "Those Juicy pants really did it for you, huh?"

"You really do it for me. Now shut up and take me to bed."

He rocked against her, his shorts doing nothing to hide how hard his cock was. "You mean you don't want to fuck in my parents' kitchen?"

Next time. "I'm pretty attached to the idea of having you in an actual bed."

He backed slowly down the hall. "Having me, huh? You got plans for me, baby?"

"A few. If you play your cards right, I might even tell you what they are first."

A floorboard squeaked beneath her foot and they both froze, Colin's eyes deer-in-the-headlights wide and her lips parted on an interrupted inhale. Her heart raced. She was twenty-seven, had been living on her own and paying all her bills by herself for five years, and yet something about this felt illicit.

A laugh escaped the tight press of her lips. "This is ridiculous," she whispered.

Colin pressed a finger to his lips, shushing her. "Shh. You're going to get us caught."

"Then go. Walk faster."

"You're bossy tonight."

Another squeak erupted under her foot. Damn it. "Why am I the one stepping on all the loose floorboards?"

"Bad luck," he said. "Hold still."

"What are you—oh."

Palms cupping her ass, Colin hoisted up her body with surprising ease. "Legs around my waist."

"Ask me nicely," she teased, locking her ankles behind his back.

"It's gonna be like that, huh?"

"Your fault for telling me you didn't want to play nice." With Colin carrying her, Truly's mouth was free to roam and roam it did. She ghosted her lips across his cheek and down to his jaw, stubble tickling her. She paused there and sucked what she hoped would bloom into a bruise against the tender skin just beneath his ear, smiling when Colin shivered and stumbled, footsteps weaving at the base of the stairs.

"Brat." He shifted her weight, one hand disappearing, returning a split second later, palm cracking against her ass, tearing a gasp from her lips. The sting followed a moment later, impact barely blunted by the light cotton of her sundress.

Her breath went ragged, and she could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs.

No one had ever spanked her before.

"Too far?" Colin sounded unsure.

"No." A breathless laugh bubbled up and burst free. "But I'd expect payback if I were you."

"You're not going to hear me complaining about you putting your hands on my ass."

"Is that what you like?"

The tips of his ears turned that endearing shade of pink she adored. "Truly, baby, you could spit on me, and I'd say thank you."

Her brain did the equivalent of a keyboard smash, and she let out an undignified little "Hngh?"

He chuckled under his breath. "Did I break you? Already?"

"Not broken," she muttered, face burning. "I just... I just want to make you feel good."

He stopped a handful of stairs from the landing, expression incredulous. "I shot off like a fucking bottle rocket in my jeans just from eating you out. Making me feel good should be the least of your worries."

If he thought she was going to let him off the hook just like that, he had another think coming.

At the top of the stairs, Colin made a left, passing several rooms, some shut and others not. He slipped inside the last room at the end of the hall, sparing a second to kick the door shut. Enough ambient light spilled into the room through the window and from the hall that they weren't totally in the dark.

She bit down on his bottom lip, earning a groan. That was what she wanted. More of those noises spilling so sweetly from his lips.

Colin broke away with a gasp. "You're killing me."

She stepped back to strip her dress over her head and—Colin's mouth was streaked with scarlet, his bottom lip bleeding.

Her stomach clenched, confused. That was not supposed to be hot... was it? "I'm so sorry."

He frowned. "For?"

"I bit you." She reached out to thumb away his blood, only managing to streak it against his cheek and make more of a mess. "You're bleeding."

Colin chased her hand with his mouth, his tongue wrapping around her finger and lapping the rust away from her thumb. "I'm not mad about it."

Truly whimpered.

His grin was wicked. "That turn you on?"

"Shut up." She slipped her fingers inside the waist of his shorts and tugged. "Take these off."

He shoved them down his thighs without taking his eyes off her. "You're so fucking cute when you blush."

She pressed her hands against her cheeks, face on fire. "Stop."

"I'm not making fun of you. I just think it's sweet that you're getting all shy on me."

"It's weird, that's why."

Colin cupped her jaw, cradling her face in his hands, giving her little choice but to look at him. Gone was the teasing glint in his eyes, replaced with absolute sincerity. "It's not weird if we both like it."

She swallowed hard, heart hammering. "Yeah?"

He leaned in, nose brushing hers sweetly. "Yeah, baby."

When he kissed her, there were faint traces of copper still on his lip, his tongue when he swept it inside her mouth. She didn't let herself think; she fisted her hands in his shirt, sucked his lower lip into her mouth, and worried it between her teeth.

His hips jerked. Heat unspooled inside her belly, and she pressed against him, trapping his cock between their bodies. Close wasn't close enough; she wanted to climb inside him.

He tore his mouth from hers and groaned. "Fucking hell, Truly."

"Take this off." She tugged on his shirt, then stepped back to strip her dress over her head.

Wearing just his briefs—light gray except for where the fabric had darkened over the head of his cock—Colin pressed her down against the bed.

His hand dove beneath the lace waistband of her underwear, his fingers finding her sopping. "Christ. How'd I get this lucky?"

"If memory serves"—her breath stuttered when he circled her clit—"you insulted me and then begged for my forgiveness."

Colin chuckled. "That's how, huh? I think you might be forgetting several keys steps along the way."

"Yeah, yeah, we were both there." She reached for the band of his briefs. "Now stop teasing me and take these off."

He slapped her hand aside. "It's called foreplay."

"Don't need it," she argued, bucking her hips. "I'm ready. I'm ready, just—"

She palmed his cock through his briefs, making him swear.

"Okay, shit. Hold on." He hooked his fingers in the waist of his briefs, shucking them and tossing them across the room.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she pressed against the sun-warmed skin of his shoulder and knocked him off-balance. He landed on his back with a surprised laugh.

Moonlight streamed through the open blinds, casting slanted shadows across his face. He was so pretty it hurt, a physical ache blooming inside her chest and in the spaces between her ribs. Splayed out on his dark green duvet, his mole-splattered skin looked paler than it was, his mussed hair fanned against his pillow.

He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it twice, staring up at her with dark eyes. "Get up here."

She grabbed his wrists and pressed them against the duvet, earning an incredulous look. "Not until you tell me what it is you like. Don't think I didn't notice you avoiding the question."

A scarlet flush stained his cheeks. "Truly."

"It can't be that bad."

"It's not bad." He chuckled and she didn't fail to notice that he hadn't tried to move his hands. "I already told you." He cleared his throat. "I don't want to play nice with you."

Her heart crashed against her sternum. "Do you want me to be... mean?"

His lips quirked. "Little bit. If you want."

Uncertainty gnawed at her, warring with the heat from the memory of his lip streaked with scarlet. "What does that even mean?"

"Just be you. I'm sure it'll come naturally."

"Jerk," she said, without any heat.

"See, you're a natural."

Ha fucking ha. "You want me to boss you around? Tell you what to do?"

Colin laughed, bold, bright, and infectious. "You do it outside of bed. I don't see why our sex life should be any different."

She let go of his wrists and walked her fingers down his stomach, toying with the trail of downy hair beneath his belly button. Colin shivered and she suppressed a smile at how easy it was to get a reaction out of him. "What if I told you that you couldn't come until I said?"

"Bold of you to assume I'd listen."

"You saying you've got a hair trigger, McCrory?" She slipped her underwear down her legs.

"No, I'm saying I could choose to ignore you, St. James."

"Now who's acting like a brat?"

"Just stating the facts," he said, awfully smug and sounding like he needed to be knocked down a peg or three. "Give me an incentive and maybe I'll consider your proposition."

"You'll listen to me because I told you to." She knee-walked higher up the bed and threw a leg over his, settling in and sitting atop his thighs. "And because you want to be good for me, don't you?"

His breath caught then went ragged. "Truly, I swear to God, if you don't get up here, I'll—"

"You'll what? Bat your lashes at me and pout?" she taunted. "I asked you a question and I'd appreciate an answer."

His nostrils flared. "At the moment, no, I don't particularly feel like being good for you." His lips twitched upward. "You're kind of getting on my last nerve."

"If that's your last nerve..." She whistled quietly. "But that's fine. I know how to get off perfectly fine on my own."

"Perfectly fine? A ringing endorsement," he snarked.

Her heart raced and she could feel her thighs getting sticky damp. "You think you can do it better than me?"

His tongue swept out against his bottom lip. "I know I can."

"Say please and I'll let you try to prove it."

He nibbled on his lip, looking contemplative. "Truly, will you please get your ass up here and sit on my cock?"

She rolled her eyes. "Since you asked so nicely."

He reached inside his nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing it open—without his teeth, thank God; Justin had tried that one time and one time only—and rolling it down over his cock. "You just gonna sit there and look pretty or are you going to get up here and fuck me? I'm starting to think you're all talk."

She flipped him off and rose onto her knees, inching closer, delighting in the way Colin's breath stuttered when she took his cock in hand and ran it down her slit. Wasting zero time, she notched him against her entrance and sank down slowly.

He hissed and so did she, her eyes fluttering shut, lip stinging as she bit down hard. Colin was thick, the stretch of him inside her delicious, straddling that fine line between pain and pleasure. For a split second she rethought the lack of foreplay—in the strictest sense of the word—but then he slid a little deeper, hit a place she didn't even know existed, and everything inside her went buttery and lax. A moan escaped her lips that she couldn't have stopped for anything in this world.

Her lashes fluttered, eyes opening. Colin's gaze flickered between the place where they were joined and her face, finally settling on the latter, a dopey little grin stretching his lips wide and sending her heart aflutter. His thumbs pressed against the space just above her hip bones, dragging another moan from her lips. Fuck. She didn't even know that could be an erogenous zone, let alone that it was one for her.

"You okay there, princess?" he asked, awfully arrogant considering his hands were shaking, tone mismatched against the sincerity shining in his eyes.

Two could play that game. She clenched around him purposefully, quivering with satisfaction when Colin arched, spine bowing, a pretty moan rolling off his tongue. "Are you?"

He choked out a laugh and swept his hands over her hips, settling them against her thighs. "Honestly? You're driving me crazy."

"Me?" She widened her eyes, playing innocent, and clenched around him one more time. "I'm not doing anything."

Colin's neck arched, his head digging into his pillow. "Then fucking do something." His hips bucked, driving him deeper, making her gasp. "It's not a chair, you know." He reached up, hand cupping the back of her neck, and dragged her down until their foreheads touched, until his breath ghosted across her lips, their noses brushing. "Come on, wreck me. I dare you."

Well, if he dared her...

With her palms planted against his chest, she rose up onto her knees, the drag of his length inside her exquisite. Chasing that feeling, she let herself fall back down and—

Squeak. Squeak.

Stupid fucking bed frame.

She huffed in annoyance, breath ruffling her bangs. First the floorboards and now the bed? Had no one in this house heard of WD-40?

Colin's fingers bit into her thighs. "It's fine." He shifted, wiggling against the sheets, maneuvering them both closer to the center of the bed. "Keep going."

She nodded, rose onto her knees, and—

Squeak. Squeak. SQUEAK.

"This is ridiculous." She smacked a hand down against the bedspread and groaned. Here she was with Colin's cock inside her, all delicious pressure but none of the friction she needed to actually get off.

Colin looked as desperate as she felt, heels of his hands dug into his eyes. His arms flopped against the bed, earning another, albeit softer yet no less ominous, squeak. "Fuck it. Floor?"

Yes, the floor. Brilliant.

Truly scrambled off his lap, careful not to knee him anywhere vital. He followed, letting out a gentle oomph when she shoved him down on the carpet, flat on his back.

"My ass is gonna get rug burn," he joked, scrambling blindly above them for a pillow, which he snatched off the bed and shoved under his head.

"You asked me to wreck you, remember?"

"I dared you to wreck me." He took himself in hand and ran the head of his cock through her folds, teasing her clit. "If it were a request, I'd have said please."

She sank down quickly this time, grinding against him once they were flush. Colin's brow furrowed and his teeth sank into his bottom lip, trapping a groan she could feel rumble against the palm pressed to his chest.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good," he said, breathy and awed and she couldn't help but feel a little smug.

Before the night was over, Colin McCrory would be beggingher to wreck him just a little harder, to fuck him just a little faster.

She set the pace, rising, falling, ending with a hip swivel that gave her the friction she desperately craved. Each time she dropped down, Colin's cock bottoming out inside her, his grip on her thighs would turn bruising and a breathy punched-out moan would escape his lips. The sounds he made drove her almost as crazy as the way the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbed perfectly against her clit each time she ground against him.

Disappointingly soon, her knees started to ache from the floor, her thighs burning. Her rhythm faltered and she huffed, frustrated.

"Getting tired?" Colin teased, hands gliding up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbs sweeping over her nipples.

She covered his hands with hers, urging him to be less gentle with her. She wasn't going to break. "No."

"I don't know. Looks to me like you need a break." He took the hint and pinched until her face screwed up and her hips bucked, rolling rather than rising and—oh, that was good. "Need me to take over?"

"Shut up." She leaned back, hips tilting, then rocked forward and that was even better. It probably wasn't doing much for him, but for her it was fantastic.

"You gonna use me, baby? What am I, a toy to you?" Her breasts felt heavy in his hands, and this time when he pinched, a little cry fell off her tongue at the sting that shot from her chest to her cunt.

"Maybe you are." She slapped at his hands. "And I thought I told you to shut up?"

He chuckled under his breath, hands returning to her hips, helping to drag her forward. "Make me."

His lips were parted, his tongue curled against the back of his teeth. She'd never wanted to stick her fingers in someone's mouth so badly.

Before she realized what she was doing, her fingers were resting against his bottom lip.

"Open," she demanded, giving him the chance to tell her no if he wasn't into it.

Without hesitating, Colin dropped his jaw, hot tongue swirling around the tips of her fingers, practically beckoning her inside. She held her breath and pressed past his lips, watching his face for a single sign of distress, finding none. His pupils were blown, swallowing up the chocolate brown of his irises the same way he swallowed her fingers, causing her to slip deeper, hitting the back of his throat. His hands trembled against her thighs, his lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back, his hips bucking, moan muffled by her fingers in his mouth.

Her chest heaved and her thighs quivered and she could feel herself dripping, probably forming a wet spot on the rug beneath them. Two weeks ago, she'd have sworn nothing could top the sight of Colin McCrory on his knees. But now? This took the cake, Colin holding so still he shook, abs flexing and relaxing, a blotchy red blush mottling his skin all the way down to his belly button.

If she didn't move soon, she was going to combust. Truly slipped her fingers from his lips only to gasp, Colin's teeth scraping her knuckles as he chased after her, arching forward and swallowing her back down.

Scratch that, this was the hottest thing she'd ever seen; she couldn't fucking take it. With the hand not currently being fellated, Truly reached out and grabbed his face, pinching his cheeks. "Stop it."

Colin listened, jaw dropping. Her fingers slipped free and she wasn't sure what possessed her to do it, but she wiped them against his lips and over his chin, against his throat and down his chest, finally bringing them to where they were joined and circling her clit.

"Fuck me," he swore, not bothering to wipe his face, leaning up on his elbows instead, watching as she got herself off on his cock. "Make yourself feel good, baby. Use me."

She whimpered and rocked against him, tension coiling in her gut, fingers speeding. She was so close she could taste it, everything inside her drawing up tight. Colin bucked beneath her, tipping her over the edge, her rhythm faltering as she fractured, shaking atop him, lips pinching to hold in the scream that wanted to escape.

"Holy fuck." Colin reared forward, hands gripping her waist, working her harder against him, his hips rocking up. His forehead pressed against her shoulder, his panting breaths hot against her breast, making her shiver.

With shaking hands, she shoved at his chest, knocking him back, a little huff of surprise escaping him as he hit the floor.

"You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" she asked, tucking sweaty strands of hair behind her ears. Her heart had yet to slow, tiny aftershocks racking her when she pressed her thighs together. "That I'd let you come after you were such a brat?"

He flopped back against the carpet with a groan. "You're fucking cruel."

The insult, if she could even call it that, bounced right off her. She huffed a breathless little laugh and wiggled down his body, nudging his legs apart and making a space for herself between his thighs. "You should be nicer to me, you know."

"Why's that?" he demanded, eyes glued to her as she reached out, stripping the condom off his cock.

"Because." She tossed the condom into the wastebasket tucked beneath the desk in the corner of the room with shaking hands. "I could decide you don't deserve to come at all."

"I got you off," he argued. "I deserve it."

"I got myself off," she corrected, taking his cock in hand and just holding it, getting a thrill from reminding him who was in charge here. "You didn't really do much, did you?"

Colin glared at her, expression verging on petulant, his bottom lip swollen from where she'd nipped at it. So fucking pretty it pissed her off, indeed.

She tightened her grip until he whimpered, music to her ears. "I asked you a question."

It was heady, having Colin under her, at her mercy.

Knowing he wanted to be there, that he wanted her and all her sharp edges, was half the thrill.

"Fuck. No. I didn't do much." His head dug into the carpet, back arching, hips rising off the floor. "You didn't let me."

She pumped her fist up his length, slow, avoiding the head of his cock, teasing. "But you want to be good for me, don't you?"

"What I want is for you to make me come," he bit out, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief when he threw his head back.

Sucha brat.

She got comfortable, giving herself a second to let spit pool under her tongue, and once she had, ran her tongue up the length of his cock, smiling when he swore.

"Christ, Truly." His fingers clutched at the rug, hips bucking when she leaned back and spit, letting it dribble down his cock, getting him wet and messy. "Fuck."

Slowly, so as not to gag, she took him into her mouth, tongue working along the underside of his cock. Colin made the sweetest, breathiest sound, half whimper, half moan, one hundred percent desperate as his knuckles turned white, gripping the rug.

The leftover taste of latex and lube was far from appealing, but she worked her mouth a little faster, chasing the flavor of his skin and the slightly bitter pre-come weeping steadily from his slit. A chorus of stifled moans and desperate sighs spilled from his plush, parted lips, encouraging her to take him just a little deeper, to pump him a little faster.

"'m close," he warned, and wasn't that something?

A string of spit connected her lips to his cock when she pulled off, teeth sinking into the meat of his left thigh. She dragged her nails down his stomach, pretty pink welts rising in their wake.

This time, Colin didn't complain; he just panted, staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, mouth lax, chest heaving. A tiny whimper clawed its way up his throat and one of his legs kicked out, straightening against the rug.

She waited a moment before sliding the ring her fingers made down his cock, earning another desperate whimper. "You want to come?"

Colin nodded eagerly. "Uh-huh."

The bruise blooming so stark against the skin of his inner thigh made something possessive stir in her gut. "Then ask me nicely."

His throat worked, Adam's apple bobbing, staring down at her with hazy eyes. "Truly—I—fuck."

She chuckled, leaning in and lapping at the head of his cock, where he was steadily weeping. Colin groaned. "Part of being good for me is being quiet. You don't want to wake your parents up, do you? You don't want them hearing what a desperate slut their son is for me, do you?"

His thighs twitched and his cock jerked in her fist. "Whatever you want, just tell me what you want and I'll do it," he babbled. "I'll do it. Please. Just—" He sobbed. "Want to be good for you."

The air whooshed from her lungs like she'd been punched in the gut.

"You are," she promised, feeling oddly choked up. "You've been so good for me. You can come whenever you want, okay?"

She didn't give him a chance to answer, didn't need one, just swallowed him down and doubled her efforts, using every trick and tool in her arsenal to send him over the edge.

In no time, Colin was tapping her on the shoulder. "Truly."

She closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose, sinking down and swallowing around him. Colin came a moment later with a gasp, leg twitching against her side and even though she'd been waiting, ready and eager, that first pulse of come against the back of her throat still took her by surprise. She drew back, managing not to cough, but instead she made an even bigger mess, come and spit dribbling past her lips and down her chin, tears stinging her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.

She kept his cock in her mouth until he twitched, oversensitive, then stroked him twice more, having to clench her thighs together at the whine he made, squirming against the carpet. His cock had softened, slipping from her lips as soon as she parted them. Her mouth was puffy, lips tender and swollen, a small puddle of come still pooled under her tongue. Oddly, she wasn't eager to rid herself of the evidence that she had made him come so hard tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, matching the salty tracks striping her cheeks.

"You're so far away." Colin sniffed hard and gestured toward her with a limp hand. "Get up here."

She laughed, come dribbling free. Colin reached out and with his thumb, pushed it back inside her mouth, stroking over her tongue as she swallowed, crawling toward him on her hands and knees.

He cupped her face in his hands and grinned. "You're so fucking pretty."

He sounded awed and that made her laugh harder, more tears spilling from her eyes as her chest squeezed. He was unreal and he was all hers.

She laughed. "I'm a mess."

"Nah, you're beautiful," he said, looking at her all dopey even though there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she looked utterly debauched. "Kiss me? Please?"

Who was she to deny such a polite request?

Truly bent down, cupping his cheek sweetly, kissing him thoroughly. Colin parted for her eagerly, sweeping his tongue against hers like he was searching out the taste of himself inside her mouth.

The thought alone made her whimper.

Colin drew back, hand still cupped around the back of her neck. Keeping her forehead pressed against his, he breathed against her lips. "Can I touch you? Say yes."

Truly laughed at how it wasn't really a question, but half a plea, half a demand. "I already came, remember?"

"Yeah," he agreed, fingers sliding through the damp curls between her thighs, parting her folds. "But I didn't make you."

She shivered at the way his voice dropped and the way his thumb found her swollen clit with ease. "You don't have to."

He scoffed against her lips.

"You don't have to," he mocked, chuckling, thumb circling her clit like it was the easiest thing in the world. "In case I haven't made it crystal clear, I kind of live to get you off. It's like my... my modus operandi."

"Fancy words for a guy who just came so hard he cried."

"Please, Truly?"

Those little pleases were going to short-circuit her brain one day. "Okay."

He laughed. "Once more with feeling."

"Touch me," she said, trying her damndest not to turn it into a question.

Two of his fingers slipped inside her with ease. He hummed under his breath and added a third, filling her up, still no replacement for his cock but close. He crooked all three inside her, smiling against her lips when she gasped. "You good?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded, fingers clutching his hair as she rocked against him. "So good. You're so good."

Colin made a choked noise and curled his fingers a little harder, the sound loud and lewd, making her flush.

She was close. Her heart beat fast and furious against her sternum, pulse thundering in her head, as her toes curled in the plush pile of the rug beside Colin's knees.

He panted against her mouth, sharing her air, making her dizzy as she strained against him. His teeth closed around her bottom lip, biting hard enough to sting, fingers curling incessantly inside her. He didn't slow, even when she cried out, voice muffled against his lips, clenching around him, vision spotting until it went black. The slick squelch of her around his fingers filled her ears, as humiliating as it was hot.

Colin's kiss lost its fervor, but not its intensity as he slipped his hand from between her legs. His mouth brushed hers, once, twice, pressing chaste little kisses against her tingling lips, her cheeks, her jaw, anywhere he could reach, as he coaxed her back to him.

"One of these days," she said, catching her breath, "we're going to have sex in an actual bed."

Colin tangled his fingers in her hair and dragged her down, laughing against her lips. "Next time."