Page 50 of The History Between Us

But you know what… Colt’s right. The line has been crossed, so why not cross it again?

To hell with the fucking plan.

The devil wins.

Eyes never leaving his, I turn off the ignition and pocket my keys. The faintest of smirks crosses his face as we both get out without another word exchanged. The energy between us pulsates as I follow him along the pathway toward his front door. Colt retrieves his house keys from his jeans pocket, and as he slides it into the deadbolt, I can’t help but sweep my gaze around the area, the paranoid part of myself needing to know that nobody is watching us.

The second he gets the door unlocked, we barrel through, bodies colliding and lips crashing. Shoving the door shut with my foot, we blindly walk farther into the house, but we don’t get far before Colt rips his mouth from mine. Heated eyes on me, he reaches behind himself, tugging the shirt over his head. I do the same. As soon as the material hits the floor, it’s like a mad dash to see who can get naked the fastest. Kicking out of our shoes, Colt flicks the buttons on his Wrangler jeans while I untie the strings to my scrub pants, and we both push them down like they’re on fire.

Once we’re free of any clothes, Colt rakes his gaze appreciatively down my body as I do the same, but it’s short-lived as we’re on each other like glue in the very next moment. Hands come up to my chest, shoving me until I connect with the back of the couch. Movements hurried and needy, his lips meet mine, tongue pressing into my mouth like he can’t get his fill fast enough. My hands find his hips as our bodies align, becoming flush with one another. I’m already hard, and so is he, and the feel of his rigid length brushing against mine has a moan pulling from my throat.

Colt kisses me fiercely, and I give it back to him just as hard. Everything about this moment feels animalistic. Carnal.Like neither of us could’ve gone a single second longer without indulging in each other. This need I have for him burns like molten lava. It wraps around my bones, squeezing. It’s a force not to be reckoned with. There’s no denying this connection between us. This hunger.

Breaking the kiss, Colt spits into his palm, reaching between our bodies to take us both in his wide, tight fist. The first touch is like an electric shock; I feel it from my head all the way down to my toes. It energizes me. Awakens something inside of me. Pumping us steadily, Colt’s mouth seeks mine out once more, only gentler this time. Tongue caressing mine, teeth nipping at my lip, he kisses me like we have all the time in the world. He kisses me like he’s cataloging it to memory.

My hands grip the back of the couch as my head drops back, Colt’s lips working a hot, wet path along my jaw and down to my throat, his hand never faltering. My body is on fire, every nerve ending lit up with this need for him.

“Fuck, Colt,” I gasp as he drags my earlobe between his teeth.

“Like that, Doc?” His voice is like warm honey dripping down my chest.

“Yes,” I grit out. “But I need more.”

“You wanna fuck my tight little hole again?”

He’s going to be the death of me.“Yes.”

Suddenly, his hands and lips are gone, and before I can complain, he’s rounding the couch, opening the drawer in the side table, and he pulls out a bottle of lube.

Brow raised, I ask, “You keep lube in your side table?”

His lips tip up on one side. “Never know when it’ll come in handy.” Handing it to me, he adds, “Clearly.”

The vision of him doing this very same thing with somebody else in this very spot flashes through my mind, souring theback of my throat, but I push it away. I can’t think about that right now, nor should I care.

Colt faces the couch, planting his hands on the back as I position myself behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he smirks as he arches his back beautifully for me. “Prep me for your fat cock, Doc.”

My length twitches as a rush of heat shoots down my spine. Without thinking, I drop to my knees behind him, the lube falling to the ground as I spread him with my hands. Running the flat of my tongue along his crease, his flavor explodes on my tastebuds, and it has me drunk on him instantly. With a groan, he pushes back onto my face until I’m happily suffocating on all of him. My tongue lashes out against his puckered hole as I reach between his legs, grabbing his stiff cock, stroking it as I get his entrance nice and softened. As he relaxes, I lean back, grab the lube, and coat my fingers.

There’s no finesse to this next part. Easing a finger into his tight ass, I thrust in and out before adding a second digit to the mix. Continuing to pump his cock in my hand, I take a bite out of his round, pert cheek, my dick twitching and leaking at the sounds coming out of him. Working a third finger in, I stretch him as quickly and as thoroughly as I can, not wanting to hurt him, but needing to be inside of him as soon as possible. Once I’m sure he’s good and prepped, I stand up, coat my cock in a generous amount of lube, and line myself up.

Colt glances at me from behind, my hand gripping his shoulder as my other holds myself at the base. His gaze connects with mine as I slowly sink into him inch by inch. Jaw slack, eyes glassy, he lets out the sexiest moan as I fully seat myself inside his tight, hot, velvety channel.

“Fuck…” My eyes roll back as I give us both a moment to adjust. “You feel like fucking heaven, baby.”

He hums, throwing me a look over his shoulder, a glint in his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?” he asks, mischief dancing in his big, round orbs. “Fuck me like you own me.”

Huffing out a laugh, I tighten my grip on his shoulder, my other hand finding his hips. “Careful what you wish for,” I mutter, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back into him roughly.

Colt gasps, the sound quickly morphing into one of pleasure as my hips find a steady rhythm against his ass. Nails biting into the flesh of his hip, I grit my teeth as I let myself get lost in Colt once again.

“Is this what you wanted?” I growl.

“Fuck! You know it is.”

“Tell me… have you been fantasizing about me fucking this tight, slutty ass since you first saw me this morning?”

“Yes!” he pants while he white knuckles the back of the couch, his head dropped between his shoulders.

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