Page 35 of Ensnared
Colson teased me relentlessly, his lips planting soft kisses on my smooth flesh, his voice humming with satisfaction as he went along. The anticipation was unbearable, and I shifted my hips, seeking more.
“Don’t move, Joey,” he whispered, his voice a seductive command.
I tried to obey, but it was impossible not to writhe as his tongue swiped through my folds, tickling my engorged nub with maddening precision. When he added a second finger, plunging them in and out of me, the fire inside me began to burn hotter, more intense with every stroke. My back arched involuntarily, defying his request, as my body begged for release.
Colson's teasing grew more deliberate—nibbling, licking, and touching in all the right places. The pressure was building, simmering just beneath the surface, and I was desperate, pleading for what was so tantalizingly close.
“I can’t—please,” I gasped, teetering on the edge, opening my eyes to see his dark head between my legs.
With a wicked smile, he curled his fingers, brushing over that elusive spot deep inside me. It was the final push I needed. The tension snapped, and I was falling, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that stole my breath. I couldn’t stop the scream that tore from my throat as I detonated, every nerve alight with pleasure.
Colson didn’t pull his fingers away, his hot breath coming in heavy pants against my swollen flesh. My body went lax, barely recovered from the high, when he started again, relentless.
“No… please,” I whimpered, the overstimulation bordering on agony.
“Oh, Joey,” he murmured, a dark chuckle in his voice. “When will you realize I’m in control? Give me one more.”
His words were both a command and a promise. I had no choice but to surrender, my hands clutching the sheets as he pushed me toward another mind-numbing orgasm. The waves of pleasure crashed over me again, leaving me breathless and trembling.
When he finally relented, Colson laid beside me, pulling my spent, naked body against his. I curled up, burying my face in his muscular chest, the scent of him grounding me.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. He tapped the finger he’d had inside me on the tip of my nose, and I caught the sweet, unmistakable scent of myself on him. “How do you feel?”
“Tired,” I muttered, my voice barely more than a breath.
“I want you to see me, Joey,” he said, his tone turning seductive as he gently pushed me onto my back. “I want you to watch me.”
I forced my eyes open, still hazy from the aftershocks of pleasure, and saw a wet stain near the waistband of his pants as he rose to his knees. His erection strained against the fabric, demanding release. With deliberate slowness, he rolled down his pants, revealing himself fully. I gasped at the sight of him—this was new, overwhelming. Colson gripped his shaft in a tight fist, the sight of him making my breath hitch.
“Watch closely,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, leaving no room for anything but him and the moment unfolding between us.
He stroked and was rewarded with fluid leaking from his head, coating the crown with more wetness. He stroked faster then stopped, squeezing his shaft hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure. This was all new to me. At this moment, Colson looked sexy, I had to admit even though I knew how cruel he could be. There was a vulnerability to him that I hadn’t seen before.
“I’m not sure,” I said.
He took my hand, moving closer to me. “Touch me, Joey.”
I sat up, fascinated by him. I did what I wanted to the first time I saw him shirtless which was run my fingers in the deep furrows which created a perfect vee to his center. He pushed his pants lower, and I ran my finger tentatively over the puckered skin of his balls.
He sucked in a breath then put my hand on his cock, covering it with his own, moving it until I figured out the rhythm then he took his away. He instructed me.
“Faster…don’t squeeze too hard…just like that.”
I stroked him and his continuously leaking head wet my hand, but I didn’t stop. Colson’s breathing became ragged, his stomach moving rapidly. His hand clamped on mine once again and he directed his shaft toward me, shooting a warm stream of semenon my chest and neck, followed by several others. I wasn’t turned off as it leaked down my chest to my belly.
“That was beautiful, Josephine.”
Colson sank to the bed, leaning against the headboard. We were silent for a few moments before he pulled off his pants and got off the bed, scooping me up and carrying me into the shower.
Chapter 14
The room was cloaked in darkness when I woke, still entwined in Colson’s arms, his warmth seeping into me as we lay in his bed. The memories of the night before washed over me, bringing with them a surge of conflicting emotions. This man, this enigma of power and tenderness, was wrapping me around his finger in ways I swore I’d never allow.
Colson Ashworth had a tender side, one he reserved for only a select few, but I knew all too well that he was also capable of cruelty, a danger lurking beneath his polished exterior.
