Page 104 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

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.”

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