Page 118 of Chasing the Wild
“Quietly, baby. I want to hear you begging. I want to hear you saying my name.” Goddamn the way she grips me tighter each time I tell her to be quiet.
“Please. I miss you.”
“You want me to fill you up, angel?”
“I want that so bad.Yes.”
“Do you want to walk out of here knowing your pretty little pussy is leaking my cum? Want to feel me running down your legs?”
Layla bites her lip so hard I worry she’s going to end up bruised. But holy shit.Holy shit.The way she flutters and tries to suck me deeper. I’m seeing stars, and the pressure and need to blow inside her velvety channel is already locked in at the base of my spine.
“Please.Please, Colt.”
Hearing my name in that sweet little breathy whisper is what drags us both toward the edge.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well. Taking me so beautifully. You’re always so fucking perfect.” Beneath me, the girl who holds my entire battered and barely functioning heart in her hands is falling apart as I quietly murmur praise and talk her through it.
“Colt… Colt… Oh god. I…”
“I know, angel.” My jaw is clenched tighter than ever, and my fingers dig so goddamn hard into the swell of her hips. Maybe it’ll be the last thing I can leave as a reminder of us. Every brutal thrust forward reminds me that it won’t be enough, because even if she walks out of here full of my cum and with bruises where my fingers have been, those temporary things will be gone all too soon. “I just want to own every inch of you and mark you as mine. You’ve got me going insane for you, angel.”
Layla whimpers, eyes turning that deep shade of green. I know she’s about to fall apart, and I know it’s right there.
“Colt—I—”
She’s biting back what wants to come out.
I know it because I’m doing the same thing.
Shaking my head, I grunt. “I’m not going to say those words. We’re not going to, baby. Not here. Not in a bathroom. They’reright there on my tongue. You know they are, and they’re all yours, but it won’t be like this because I would hate myself forever.”
With that, I surge forward, snaking one hand beneath her panties to find her clit, and I pinch down on the pouting bud beneath my calloused fingers.
Layla’s mouth drops open in a silent cry as she clamps down around my cock. Her climax drags mine out of me at the same time, and I’m cursing beneath my breath as I pump into her. Cum spurts in thick ropes, and time stands still for that moment when it’s just our two bodies tumbling through that haze of pleasure and bliss together.
God, I don’t know how long we’ve been in here. My brain is blank and my cock doesn’t seem to get the message that we have to end things. I’ve gotta get Layla cleaned up and sneak her out of here before it’s obvious she’s been in this bathroom for a very fucking long time.
“Stay there, baby.” I ease out of her and grab a couple of paper towels, tidying up quickly and tucking myself away. Helping her stand up, I turn my girl around to face me.
Her eyes are glossy. Both with pleasure, and I suspect, a whole lot of emotion.
I go to lower myself down, to help clean her up, but she stops me before I can sink to my knees and shakes her head. “No. Leave it. I want to feel you there.”
Goddamn. I let the air whoosh out of my lungs, the crumpled paper falls discarded to the floor. Cupping her face in my palms, I seek out her lips.
This time when our mouths connect, it’s slow and sensual and feels like divine torture. There’s so much emotion flowing between us. It’s written there in each achingly soft glide of our tongues as they slide and twine, each tiny flex of her fingertips as she clings tightly onto my wrists.
When I draw back and rest our foreheads together, Layla makes a pained noise. “Why does this feel like goodbye?”
Fuck. I know we still have to drive back to the ranch together tonight, and she’s not gone from my life just yet, but my girl is right. This feels like something so much more than a desperate need to dive into each other while locked away in a bar bathroom.
Clearing my throat, I rest my lips against her brow. “I shouldn’t admit this, so please don’t say anything back, Layla. But one look at you, and I’m lost inside you. I’m sinking deeper, but it’s the opposite of drowning. For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.”
Layla’s eyes scrunch closed.
My thumbs brush her cheeks. I can’t seek out her eyes, otherwise there is no chance of finding it within myself to walk away. “I’m going to go out there and make sure everything is clear. Wait a few minutes and then you should be ok to come out, alright?”
She nods. Her throat works down a heavy swallow.
