Page 108 of Friends Don't Kiss

thirty-nine

Kiara

Nervousexcitementcoursesthroughme as we take an early leave from our friends and drive to Sunrise Farms in separate cars. Colt opens the building door for me, cupping my waist as I brush past him. My breathing hitches, and he takes me in a kiss. Our tongues intertwine, the faint taste of beer on his lips barely hiding the unique taste of him. He hitches me on his hips and carries me up the stairs as I trail my mouth on his neck, relishing the saltiness of his skin.

“Keys,” he grunts, setting me down so I can search my bag. He wraps himself around my back, breathing heavily, hard against me.

The stupid keys are in my bag. I can hear them. They just seem to evade my grasp.

“Come on, babe,” he says gently as he trails one hand down between my legs.

I throw my head back.God this feels good.“Not helping, Colt.”

He moves his hand up, but the way he holds my hip is even sexier with the warmth of his palm penetrating through my clothes, and his fingers kneading with impatience. “Might need to take you right here, cupcake. Been a long day,” he growls against my neck.

My center clenches at his words, and finally I feel metal. “Got ’em, got ’em.”

With trembling fingers, I unlock my door, then Colton shuts it behind us and turns me to face him, his hands roaming my body up and down. I throw my jacket toward the couch, the faint glow of the side lamp I’ve left on enough to go by.

Colton hoists me on the kitchen counter, pulls my sweater off, and narrows his gaze on my breasts. “Let’s get rid of this,” he says, swiftly unclasping my bra. I shake it off, letting it land on the floor next to the sweater, then Colton flicks his tongue on my nipple—an agonizing tease. “Ah fucking hell, missed this all day. Jesus, Kiara—I’m obsessed with you, you know that?” He drags his mouth over the swell of my breast, suckling it so expertly I cry out in pleasure and clutch his hair. Laying me softly flat on my back against the cold kitchen counter, he licks his way to the other breast, cupping it for better access. His warm, rugged hands on my skin, his cold leather jacket molding his shoulders, and the pull of his mouth take me to the edge.

“If you keep doing this, I might come.” My voice is barely a breath. “You should… We should…”

He deepens his clamp on my breast, pleasure zinging from my nipple down to my center. My moans increase, mingling with the hum of the refrigerator and the creaking of his leather jacket. “Fuck,” he says in ragged breath.

I writhe under him. “I want you inside me, Colt.” He suckles harder on my nipple, making me arch under him. “Please, now.”

And in this moment, looking at him fully clothed losing his mind over me, I want to be naked under him. I snake my hands to my waist and unzip my jeans. “Take me now, Colt.”

“Ah, but you taste so good,” he says as he lifts slightly off me. “Come here,” he says, pulling me to him.

I try to resist, to stay right here, the sudden fantasy of having the daylights fucked out of me by Colton Harper on my very own kitchen counter the only goal at the moment. “Take out that big cock of yours and give it to me, baby. Take me.”

He peels the jeans off my hips, my panties with them. I lift my head to watch him free his cock, his metal belt buckle jingling lose. Then he tugs under my knees to bring my center against him, making me cry out in surprise. The warmth of his erect cock contrasts sharply with the cold surface under my back. I buck from the feeling of being at his mercy, totally exposed.

Leaning on his elbows, he cages me in, playing with my hair, his leather and laundry scent mixing faintly with oil and beer.All man. “Do you know how sexy you look, entirely naked for me?” he grunts.

I lick my lips. “Just about as sexy as you do in your hot leather jacket, ready to have your way with me.”

He dips lower and kisses my throat, smiling. “Oh, I see. It’s the leather jacket. Got it.”

My fingers in his hair, I arch my back. “Don’t tease me more, Colt. I’m gonna come and you won’t be inside me and that’ll be a waste of an orgasm.” I rub against him.

He reaches between us to flick my clit and grunts. “Soaking wet for me—and I only had the appetizer.” He dips a finger inside me, and I cry out in pleasure, then he brings his finger to his mouth, making a show of sucking my juices off. “Ah fuck, you taste so good.”

The scent of sex sets me off deeper. “Babe, please, I’m begging you…” I rub against the hard ridge of his cock, its softness and hardness a stark contrast to his jeans chafing my inner thighs.

“Show me,” he says, lifting my leg so it rests on his hip. “Show me how much you want me.”

I dig my heels in his butt.

“Atta girl, you ride that. Take your man.” I pull my legs in, and with a glorious grunt he thrusts inside me in one shot, filling me. “Fuck but you’re so tight. So tight.”

“Fuck me harder, Colt.”

“You sure?” he rasps.

I bring his face closer to me. “Listen to me cos I’m not gonna say it twice. I want you to fuck me like you just came out of twenty years in prison and you won me at an auction.”

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