Page 132 of Heart So Hollow

He weaves his fingers through my hair, “God, I need your throat,” he groans through his teeth, “show me how tight you get when you choke around me.”

Then Colson takes whatever shred of control I thought I had and decides to break me with it. He shows absolutely no mercy, pulling back and thrusting his cock into the back of my throat before I can even take a breath. My gag reflex catches and I lurch forward, grabbing the waist of his pants to brace myself. Tears well in my eyes and, no matter how hard I push against his hips, he has me in a vise grip. His pace changes and moments later I feel him shudder as a surge of warm liquid fills the back of my mouth.

Before I can catch my breath, Colson jerks my head off of him until I’m looking at the ceiling. He holds my head too far back for me to swallow, forcing me to breathe through my nose so I don’t drown in his cum. The corners of my eyes are wet with tears, his release dripping down the corners of my mouth and pooling on the back of my tongue. I’m still squeezing fistfuls of his pants, trying to keep my balance as my chest heaves.

Pushing off the cabinet, he plants his boots on either side of my knees and bends down, still gripping me by the hair and hovering directly over my face, “You still love when I fill your mouth, don’t you?” he murmurs, bringing his other hand up to squeeze my jaw in the crook of his thumb.

While holding my head steady, he sucks in his cheeks and shifts his jaw back and forth a couple times. Then he lowers his face to mine and spits a mouthful of saliva into my open mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, huffing a breath through my nose when I feel his spit sliding into the back of my throat.

Colson releases my jaw and hooks his index finger over my teeth, swirling it around over my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. When he takes it back out, he drags his finger across my mouth, smearing it over my lips until they’re painted with his slick opaque gloss.

“Swallow,” he commands.

Kneeling motionless between his legs, he lets me tilt my head forward again. I swallow hard, tasting his cum diluted with saliva, and a moment later, he jerks me to my feet and pushes me back onto the cabinet until my shoulders hit the wall.

“I knew you still liked drinking me straight,” Colson teases, “now lick off the only makeup you need to look pretty,” he flicks my bottom lip with his tongue, “and then thank me for it.”

He hovers over me, his hungry gaze drifting from my eyes to my mouth as he waits for me to comply. I close my eyes and clench my jaw in defeat, then slide my tongue over my lips, tasting his slick release again as I lick them clean.

He brushes his nose back and forth against mine, “Let me hear it.”

Maybe I can allow myself one moment, one moment where I don’t feel completely guilt-ridden and mortified. Would that be so terrible?

Yes, it would.

I’m already here, aren’t I? I’ve already taken his cock halfway down my throat and let him play mad scientist and treat my mouth like a test tube.

Fuck him, you didn’t let him do anything.

I try to rationalize—just like he said—try to decide whether to indict him or myself for what’s happening. But the longer I feel the heat radiating off his skin and inhale the sweet scent emanating from the heavenly place between his chest and throat, the voice of reason gets more distant. And when he opens his mouth again, I can’t hold back anymore.

“I don’t have all day, baby,” he breathes against my cheek, sending an agonizing current down my back and between my thighs.

“Thank you,” it comes out as a shaky whisper as I squash my trepidation and give in to temptation.

Clenching his t-shirt at the shoulder, I pull Colson to me and devour him, wrapping my other arm around his neck while his tongue explores my mouth in long, deep strokes. The deeper he kisses me, the more I feel my hips rolling into him. Until finally I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, pulling him even closer as his knives and keys and the rough Kevlar scrape against my chest through my thin shirt.

I wish he’d take off his body armor, but at the same time I hope he doesn’t.

I flinch when my knee bumps against his weapon, but he doesn’t seem to care. He grabs my thigh and lifts it clear of his holster, swinging it around his waist. My ankles lock around his back as he jerks my hips against his, making my chest cave when I feel how hard he is again.

He starts grinding against me, hard and slow, making me squirm beneath him, “You want me to take you right here, don’t you?” he smirks.

I shake my head no, but I can’t even look him in the eye. My conscience has decided I’ve fucked around long enough, but I still can’t bring myself to let go of him.

“I can’t imagine how wet you must be right now,” he slides his hand between us and starts pulsing against my clit with his thumb, “maybe enough to fit me on my first try.”

“Colsss—” I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“You remember the fun I had with your tight little cunt?” he smiles bitterly, “Now that I know what you can do, I’m going to ruin myself on you,” he latches onto my neck, “soak myself in your pussy and fuck you numb, right here.” He grabs my ass and slams my groin against his cock, “You want me to tie you up again and fuck you like a good girl?”

Against every fiber of my being, I start nodding. His words alone are going to make me come all over this cabinet. Gritting my teeth, I will myself to reverse course and shake my head like I can redact my thoughts. I must look like a crazy person.

Whatever—he’s used to it.

Colson stills and relaxes his body, “Good,” he lets his arms fall away from me, “then think about which hole you’d like me to fill next, while you’re picking out that pretty, white dress.”

He takes a step back and, suddenly, the shame smacks me across the face like a rogue wave. I’m left sitting on the edge of the cabinet, submerged in a violent whirlpool of humiliation and fury. Hot tears well in the corners of my eyes, but I clench my jaw and manage to stave them off. When I finally meet Colson’s eyes again, they’re burning a hole through my forehead.

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