Page 51 of Bottoms
“It’s going to get better the more you follow his rules,” I breathed, but my gaze was fixed on his mouth.
I pulled my thumb free to cradle his head in my hands while I bent down to press my lips against his. Letting him decide how fast or slow he wanted to take things. It felt like a shot of lightning sparked between us the moment our lips touched, tossing away the idea of letting him take things slowly.
He seemed to have the same idea.
We crashed together as I slid off the chair to join him on the floor. My hands slid into his hair to pull on the dark strands while we passed dominance with our kiss. I laid on top of him, beside the table, my hips grinding against him as I felt his cock hardening.
“I need you in my bedroom,” Colten said as he momentarily broke from the kiss just to get the words out before plunging back in. “I need hours alone with you,” he said, breaking away again, only to find his lips magnetically attracted to my skin. This time, when his tongue slid across me, it swiped across the delicate skin of my neck before his teeth nipped.
“One day,” I breathed, wanting hours alone with him in his bedroom, too. For now, we had to settle for the dusty floor of the police lab.
My hand snaked between us to grab his massive, hard cock beneath his slacks. Usually, I worried about fitting them in, but I knew I was so wet I could easily sink down on top of him. I started to undo the button but was flipped instead. I found myself with my back against the cold, hard floor while Colten’s hot body pressed into me from above.
His glasses slid as he looked down at me. There was a small smile across his face, and I knew I had one, too. My arms snaked around his neck to pull his lips back to mine. A hand gripped my waist, holding me tightly before sliding up to caress my breasts through my shirt. Colten used the perfect amount of force, having already learned how to play my body. He had me writhing beneath him in a matter of moments.
“Please, Colten. Please just fuck me,” I gasped when his hand moved down to find that I hadn’t worn any underwear. I had planned it as a surprise for Nik. First come, first served.
Colten chuckled darkly. “Good to know he’s not taking care of everything as well as he should,” he said, ignoring my request and shoving a finger inside me roughly instead. My hips tilted to meet his thrusts, but it wasn’t what I needed.
I needed to be stretched wide while fucked.
“He refuses to have sex with me,” I gasped as Colten started to stroke against my clit while adding in a second finger. “He just does shit like this,” I growled, pushing up to my elbows to look at Colten’s hand as if it was an offender.
Colten’s dark depths stared into my eyes, and he smiled as his fingers continued pushing inside me like he wanted to have some twisted competition against Fynn.
“Please, Colten. Please,” I whimpered, bringing a hand to his cheek. Encouraging him to see me again and not to compete with his ex-best friend.
“Make sure you scream my name loud enough for him to hear it in the video,” Colten whispered, making me gasp.
I looked past Colten and noticed the security camera positioned above the door. Why didn’t I think to look for those?
Colten removed his finger and hurried to pull my pants free from my legs after sliding off my shoes.
“I really need more time to do this right,” he complained, sitting up. He offered his hands to help me up as well.
As soon as I stood before him, I started for the buckle of his pants. His hands came to help speed up the process, and I pulled his slacks and boxers down his thighs. Delighting when his cock sprang free. My hands circled around his thick shaft, and my mouth watered, but that would have to wait for another day.
I released him, watching his hand take over, slowly stroking his hard cock. The image of him lying in bed, stroking himself beneath the sheets, sprang into my mind. I bit my lip. I would have to watch one of them masturbate one day.
“Is this what you need, Nessa?” Colten asked.
I nodded, moving around him to push myself on the table. He turned as I moved, slowly stroking his cock. His eyes watched as I spread my legs in invitation. I was going to get someone to fuck me on top of a table. Colten moved towards me, his hands caressing my thighs as he decided he would rather touch me than himself. He crowed into me, using his hands to scoot me further onto the edge before sliding his cock home.
My muscles stretched, and it felt like finally scratching the itch that had been just out of reach. He pushed and forced his way inside me, laying ownership of my body as I molded around him and begged for more. He thrust into me roughly, taking his time in-between to drag his cock against my walls before mercilessly pounding back into me. Each time, making me cry out.
Whether on purpose or because Colten was getting impatient, his tempo increased until it felt like a race to the finish. I clung to him, wrapping my limbs around him like I could fit him inside and take him with me wherever I went.
“Who do you belong to?” Colten growled into my ear, causing another wave of arousal to wash over me when I heard his destroyed tone. He was just barely holding together.
“You,” I gasped as he snapped his hips when I had taken too long to answer.
A knock came at the door, and panic filled me. My wide eyes looked to Colten, needing him to keep going when I was so close, but terrified of being caught.
“Not even the devil himself could make me stop,” Colten growled. He started fucking me harder, causing swear words to tumble from my lips.
I licked the tip of my fingers before bringing them between our bodies to thrum against my clit while Colten stretched and pounded into me. The orgasm that crashed through me had me screaming Colten’s name as my body held him inside me as he stilled. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as I milked his release from him.
He slumped forward onto me lightly. I laughed, taking in his ruined look.
