Page 7 of Double Booked

I giggled like a middle-schooler but swept past him, putting a little more sway in my walk than I usually did. He groaned behind me and I covered my mouth with one hand to hold the giggles in.

“Fuck, that’s not helping,” he groaned, crowding behind me as we walked.

I looked at him over my shoulder and smirked. “Sorry.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re really sorry, baby girl.”

He had called me that down at the bar as well and I liked it then too. I wasn’t usually a fan of pet names from guys but coming from Colton it seemed sweet and not condescending.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a far walk to his room. When Colton crowded behind me to unlock the door, my pulse beat faster. He unlocked the room and opened the door for me. As soon as I was in the room, my nerves flared like they always did when I was about to have sex. It was vulnerable baring your body to someone especially when you weren’t sure if they were going to like how it looked. And I was still in my swimsuit underneath my coverup and not sexy lingerie.

“I could use a shower first, if you want to join,” Colton said, as if sensing my nerves. “Or watch.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. Watch him take a shower with water dripping down the muscles I spent all day ogling over? Yes, please.

He grinned at me, confident in his own body as he pulled off his shirt. “I could give you a preview of what’s to come?”

I laughed but followed him into the bathroom. The invitation and the space helping settle my nerves as I hopped up on the bathroom counter and waved my hand imperiously at him. “Proceed.”

He laughed and placed his hands on either side of me, leaning in for a quick, dirty kiss before stepping back. The bathrooms in the rooms at this resort were huge with marble floors and a shower that could easily fit four people. Colton started the shower, the warm misting spray immediately giving a tropical feel when combined with the palm tree wall paper. With his shirt off and his back to me, I could see a small tattoo on his shoulder that I hadn’t noticed before, a small Celtic cross. I would have to ask him about it later but right now I had other things to look at.

He turned back around and locked eyes with me. My palms dampened as he kept his eyes firmly on me. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of his swim trunks and pushed them down his hips. His cock sprang free and my vagina clenched. Fuck that was going to stretch. Long and girthy, Colton was definitely the largest man I had ever been with. He gave it a few quick strokes, his eyes locked on mine with a small smirk playing on his lips before he backed into the shower, leaving the glass door so I could see him clearly. He grabbed the soap from the shelf and started running it all over his body. I’m sure I looked like an idiot just sitting there but the man was mesmerizing. Water dripped down his muscles and I ached to follow the path with my tongue. What was I doing just sitting here when I could be in the shower with him?

I hopped off the counter and Colton’s hands paused. I pulled off my coverup and the heat in Colton’s eyes made me feel confident enough to forget about my earlier nerves. I reached back and untied the tie of the bikini halter top and unhooked the clasp, letting it drop from my body. Colton bit his lip and I hooked my fingers on my bikini bottoms, shoving them down my legs faster than was probably sexy but I was past the point of caring.

“Come here, baby girl,” Colton rasped, holding out a hand to pull me into the shower. I went willingly into his arms. He pulled me under the warm spray and stole my breath away in another heated kiss. I groaned into his mouth at the feel of our wet naked bodies pressed together.

His hands started trailing over my body, working the soap over me in a sudsy lather that was both heaven and hell. Wanting to turn the tables on him and maybe slightly overwhelmed by the sensations, I stole the bar of soap from him and ran my hands over him, doing some exploring of my own. I traced my hands up his arms and across his shoulders before trailing them down his chest. Running my fingers along the defined ridges of his abs, he groaned when I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was warm and thick in my hand and he groaned as I slowly stroked him, exploring. He gripped my wrists, tugging it away from his cock and I pouted up at him.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that, baby girl. Besides, I’ve been aching to have my hands on you all day.” He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and I smiled. The smile turned into a gasp when he cupped both of my breasts with his hands, thumbs strumming across my nipples. I groaned when he rolled them in between his fingers. One hand left my breasts and traced a soapy path to my hip before grabbing my ass and hauling me impossibly closer for a heated kiss.

Our tongues tangled and I panted into his mouth as his hand dropped from my hip to cup between my legs. Talented fingers started stroking up and down my folds, touching everywhere except where I wanted him too. I bit his bottom lip softly in retaliation and he laughed into the kiss, his fingers finally going where I wanted them too. One finger plunged into me while his thumb circled my clit in devastating circles.

The sensations twisted inside me, building me higher and higher. He added a second finger and I gasped at the stretch. He twisted his wrist, curling his fingers and I shattered around them, walls clenching down. He groaned, our mouths never leaving each other as he drank the sounds of my orgasm with his mouth. I tore my lips away, forehead falling to his chest as I gasped and shuddered against him. Fuck, that had been just his fingers too.

Reaching past me, he shut the water off and snagged a towel from the hook just outside the door. He dried me off carefully but halfway through he dropped the towel on the floor and picked me up. I laughed at his impatience but groaned when he ground up into me. He dropped me onto the bed and I bounced, a squeal escaping my lips.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said, crawling up so he could kiss me.

I sank into the kiss, running my fingers through his hair. His hand came up and cupped my breast and I gasped when he rolled my nipple between his fingers. Rolling to his side, he broke the kiss, his lips just inches from mine as his hazel eyes bore into mine. His fingers traced over the curve of my stomach and down to my center. He groaned softly when his fingers brushed through my wetness. I was already wet and aching for him so he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned and arched my hips as he worked his fingers in an achingly slow rhythm that had me arching into the sensation and twisting to get away. He peppered soft kisses over my face and lips as he worked me higher and higher. When the heel of his palm pressed down on my clit, I fell into my orgasm like the pieces of me disintegrated away. When I blinked my eyes open again, Colton smiled at me with pure male satisfaction. I should have been good, I just had two orgasms after all, but as soon as I saw his smile I craved more.

“I need you inside of me,” I murmured. “Now please.”

He chuckled and kissed me. “I need to taste you first.”

I wasn’t sure I would survive if he tasted me. “Later,” I demanded. “Inside me first.”

“As my baby girl wants.” He brushed another kiss across my lips before rolling off the bed and grabbing a box of condoms from his open suitcase. I felt irrationally jealous of the fact he brought condoms and I shoved that feeling down quickly. I had no claim to this man.

“Another gift from your crew?” I teased.

A strange look crossed his face that I couldn’t categorize. “No, from Justin,” he cracked a smile as he tore open the package and slid the condom on. Any other questions or thoughts I had fled my mind when he turned back towards me. His hand slid under my head and he lifted my lips up for another kiss that I melted into. I wrapped my legs around him when I felt him nudge at my entrance. He slid in achingly slow but probably necessary. I winced at the stretch and he stopped. His hand slid between us and rubbed my clit. I gasped as pleasure overcame the stretch and he sank deeper. Finally, he slid all the way in. I buried my face in his shoulder as I pulsed around him. “Move, please,” I gasped out.

The first stroke was heaven and hell as every nerve ending in my body ignited. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as he found a steady pace that slid him deep inside me every time. I gasped and moaned as every stroke he bottomed out inside of me. I never felt so full. In the past if I was lucky I would orgasm one time but I had already come twice and was quickly hurtling towards a third one.

When his next thrust went deep, I clenched around him and Colton groaned. “Fuck, baby girl, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last.” Not going to last? He already had way more stamina than any previous partners I had.

I clenched around him again and we both moaned. “Can’t help it,” I gasped out, “you feel so good.”

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