Page 26 of Carnival Mayhem

“Have you ever tried anything?” I ask.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’ve wanted to plenty of times. But I value his friendship too much to risk losing it.” His eyes meet mine again. “It’s a weird limbo, wanting someone you can’t have.”

There’s an invisible tether between them that defies explanation, and it draws me in just as much as it confuses me.

“Would you—” My voice falters, uncertain if I should ask.

“What, angel?” His thumb brushes my lower lip, his gaze never wavering.

“Would you want to try?” The words tumble out in a rush. “With Nash, I mean. I think it would be...” My cheeks flame, but I force myself to continue. “I think it would be hot.”

Colt’s eyes widen, and I worry I’ve said too much. But then a slow smile curves his lips, making his dimples appear. “You think so, huh?”

I nod, unable to look away from his intense blue eyes. “It’s just— you two have an almost tangible connection. And you obviously care about each other deeply. It could be beautiful if you explored that side of things.”

“And what about you, angel?” He leans closer, his eyes darkening with desire. “Would you want to be part of that exploration?”

My pulse hammers in my veins, and my breath comes in short gasps. “Yes,” I whisper, the word coming out on a breath. “I think I would.”

As soon as the words leave my lips, I regret them. But then Colt’s mouth crashes down on mine, silencing any apologies. His tongue tangles with mine, kissing me like he means it. His hand grabs my thigh under the blanket, and I squirm against him.

His kiss deepens, and he pulls me tighter against his growing erection. My core throbs with need, remembering what it was like to have him inside me.

“So damn beautiful.” His lips trail hot kisses along my jaw. “You like the idea of me and Nash, huh?”

“Mmm.” I nod.

“You want to see me suck his cock?” Colt’s voice is hoarse as his hand cups my breast through the shirt. “Want to see how much I’ve wanted him?”

I let out a ragged breath, my body arching against him. His kiss is sloppy and hungry, conveying his own pent-up desires.

“Yeah,” I whisper against his lips. “I want to see it.”

Colt groans, his hips thrusting against me. “I’ve dreamed about his mouth on me, his hands... but you... you’re what I want most right now.”

I tear my mouth from him, panting. “Then take me.”

Without breaking eye contact, he shifts me off his lap. His hands find the hem of my shirt and lift, eyes darkening as my skin is revealed. I lift my arms, letting him pull it over my head and toss it aside. He cups my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples through my bra.

“So fucking perfect.” His eyes burn into mine as he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth. The sensation shoots straight between my legs, and I gasp.

While he teases my nipples with his tongue and teeth, his hands move to the band of his sweatpants. He pulls out his thick, pierced cock, the tip already leaking. My mouth goes dry at the sight of it, but he lies down beside me instead of entering me.

“Sit on my face,” he growls, eyes flashing with dark need. “I need to taste you.”

I obey, positioning myself above his mouth as he rests on the bed. My core hovers over his face, the anticipation building as he grabs my thighs.

His tongue teases my entrance, making me cry out. Then he pulls me down so his mouth covers me completely, his tongue penetrating deep as he laps at my juices. My hands tangle in his damp hair, holding him to me as my hips rock involuntarily against his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbles, his hands squeezing my ass as he lifts me away to speak. “I could eat you out all day.”

My moans fill the room, my knees bracketing his shoulders as his tongue works magic on my clit. “Please,” I pant, unsure what I’m begging for. Release? For more? Both?

Colt chuckles, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me. He pulls me tighter against his mouth, his tongue working me in all the right ways. My hips buck as I teeter on the edge, and suddenly, he stops.

I force my eyes open. “Your fantasy, remember? Tell me,” he orders, voice muffled between my legs.

“I want you to fuck me,” I gasp, thrusting my hips against his face. “Like last night. Missionary.”

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