Page 34 of Out of the Shadows
I gave the hem of his shirt a gentle tug. “Equal rights?”
Colt’s cheeks flushed, and hesitantly, tentatively, he tugged the fabric over his head with one hand, in that distinctive, sexy way that only guys could somehow pull off. Standing in front of me bare-chested, he dropped his gaze, but not before shame flickered through it. I hated seeing that, and I wanted to make sure that emotion disappeared.
Determined, I stepped closer to him, running my hands greedily over his skin, enjoying the ruggedness, and raked my nails over it.
He shook from the effort of holding himself back, still clutching the doorframe. It wasn’t until I rose to my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his that he finally lost control.
“Fuck,” he gasped, one of his hands sinking into my hair while the other landed on my ass, kneading the flesh hungrily.
“Yeah, that’s more like it,” I mumbled against his lips, turned on by his obvious desire.
Against my stomach, his hard cock strained to escape his shorts. With trembling fingers, I placed my hand over the bulge and squeezed. Icouldn’tstop; I wanted more.
Curling my fingers around the waistband of his shorts, I tugged them past the bulge, and they fell to the floor with awhoosh. Stroking his cotton-covered length again, I discovered a large damp spot at the head of his cock and,boldly, slipped my hand into his briefs. His fat tip twitched under my palm, and the inside of his briefs were a sticky mess.
As I slowly, experimentally stroked his shaft, I sucked on his tongue, savoring the sounds of pleasure escaping him. I needed more of that.
With our mouths parting, I left a hot, wet trail of kisses from his neck down his chest.
“Shit, Princess. What are you doing to me?”
My focus narrowed to his chest rising and falling violently. Summoning all the bravado I could muster, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Small pebbles dug into my skin, but I ignored them and looked up at him through my lashes. His blue eyes were dark with desire, blazing like molten lava.
“Hailey, what …” I pulled his briefs down over his broad hips.
A strangled groan left Colt as I released him, his shaft bobbing and his heavy balls hanging below.
It was all smooth and thick, with an almost steady stream of clear liquid trickling from the mushroom tip. His length twitched in front of my face, accompanied by a contraction of his abdomen.
Our eyes locked, electricity sparking between us. I leaned closer, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt my warm breath on his sensitive tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Intent on putting him out of his misery, I seized the moment and experimentally flicked my tongue over the slit from which the pre-cum was dribbling. His salty flavor exploded on my tongue, and his eyes flew open as he desperately mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hailey,move—”
I had just moved in to run my tongue over him again, and as this was also my first experience giving head, I was toodistracted to react. My hands were still on his hips, his cock still untouched.
Colt hunched forward, his belly tightening and his dick twitching, then he came with a deep groan. Hot, white jets of cum splattered my tongue and chin, then trickled down my neck and onto my breasts. Reflexively, I closed my eyes and my mouth and swallowed a good portion of his cum in turn. Not great but not terrible either.
“H-Hailey,” he choked out, and I opened my eyes to meet Colt’s horrified gaze. “Shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I just … I couldn’t … Oh, god. I’m sorry.”
It took me a moment to snap out of my stunned state. I hadn’t even really touched him, and he came,just like that. Holy fuck. If that wasn’t an ego boost, I didn’t know what was.
I automatically licked my lips, swallowing more of his cum, and his eyes stayed glued to the movement.
“Relax. There’s nothing to worry about, it’s all good. These things happen.” I smiled and rose to my feet, my knees a little sore from the hard surface. “Not that I’m an expert, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s only natural.”
Colt groaned, closing his eyes again and tilting his head back, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His light-brown strands stuck to his damp forehead, and I peeked down at my messy chest.
He followed my gaze, then looked around frantically.
“Hang on, let me get something so you can wipe this off.” He gestured to the mess we made. “Or, you know what?” He picked his shirt up from the floor and held it out to me. “Just take this.” Shrugging, I accepted it to wipe his cum off my skin.
Then I turned around and walked casually to the hot tub to slide into the warm water. I was aware that he was probably mortified, but damn it, I wouldn’t let him bury his head in the sand. This night was far from over.
I craned my neck and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He was still rooted to the spot, sweaty, his pants pulled down, and his shaft half hard between his legs.
Desire pulsed between my legs, my heated body still hungry for more of him. I wasn’t sure that hunger wouldeverbe satiated.
“You going to come over here and keep me company?”
