Page 103 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

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.

Such a 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?”

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