Page 72 of Chasing the Wild
My horny brain is entirely hung up on the feel of his heated skin pressed up against mine, the way his scent winds a coilaround me and wraps me up, how his muscles are so firm beneath my trembling fingers.
He’s so steady and sure, while I feel soft, melted, reduced to a puddle.
Colt is so goddamn capable. What would it be like to have a man like this take care of me? It’s a dangerous thought—one that I quickly push aside. This is sex, only. Don’t go getting it twisted, Layla.
I’m tumbled down over the end of the couch, and my instinct is to try and push myself upright. But Colt takes command and presses a firm palm beneath my shoulder blades, tipping my body forward to greet the couch, exposing my ass in the air.
Holy shit.
This man is trying to kill me.
My already flushed cheeks turn into an inferno as I feel his presence right behind me, peeling my jeans off my legs with so much careful precision, it feels as though he’s unwrapping me. Once they hit the floor, he lowers to his knees again, staring at every single curve and stretch mark from up close.
“Goddamn woman, that ass of yours has been tempting me since you first stepped foot on this mountain.”
His voice is gravel and velvet and makes my toes curl.
“Colt…” My voice is muffled against the cushions and I try to squirm away from his scrutiny. It feels so wrong, and yet, at the same time, hearing how he appreciates my body is messing with my brain chemistry.
“Unless the rest of that sentence isplease eat my cunt until I forget my own name, I don’t want to hear another word.” His fingers glide just along the crease below my ass, tracing the sensitive skin at the top of my thigh, before hooking beneath the edge of the fabric seated against my skin.
Tugging my soaked panties roughly to one side, he lets out a low, gritty sound.
I make a strangled noise of protest.
“You—You don’t have to. You’ve already had to do that once.”
“Had to?” Colt’s so close I feel his rough words against my exposed pussy. He makes a disapproving noise, then bites my ass so hard I squeal. “Did some fuck-face with a small dick make you feel like you owed him if he ate your pussy one single time? Like you had to make it up to him even though he never made you come?”
Oh my god. Every inch of my skin has gone up in flames. I can’t handle this. Colt is staring at the most intimate part of me, pointing out what idiots I’ve let myself fall into bed with up until this moment. His own son included.
“I’ll tell you now, I intend on spending as much time as possible licking this sweet little pussy of yours. And I’ll gladly spend all night with my head between your thighs without you touching me once.”
I whine and jerk against the couch as he bites me again. A fragment, a spark of an idea flares to life inside me when I think about him leaving bruises on my skin. There’s a hint of something, a faint tingling sensation that races through my veins… I hope to god when these two weeks end I’ll be covered in his marks.
“There is nohavingto do anything, I’ve been craving this, Layla. I’ll eat you for every meal. You are goddamn beautiful and the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. So, let me take care of you until you’re shaking and soaking my face like a good girl.”
There’s no more talking or wondering. Colt’s wicked mouth is on me, leaving me a quivering mess, gasping and whining as he sets to work. He presses his tongue into me, then alternates that by sliding two fingers inside, and I’m hopelessly at his mercy.
I’m quaking, so close to coming another time—something I didn’t know my body could do in such quick succession. There’snot much I can do except dig my fingernails into the cushions below my head and let out a string of ungodly noises. Each flick and suck of his skilled tongue, along with the scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin, drags more whimpers and moans to the surface. The hardened buds of my nipples drag against the inside of my bra as they’re pressed into the couch.
My legs shake when he spears his tongue inside again, humming against my pussy, seeming to love the way I’m losing it above him.
Fuck, this man has already ruined me, and I haven’t even caught a glimpse of his cock.
This time, he draws back, right as I’m dangling on the precipice of falling apart. Leaving me lying there breathless and with my pulse pounding between my legs.
Warm arms band around my middle, drawing me upright, so that my back is against his broad chest. Colt seeks my lips out, tilting my head, devouring every drop of my soft moans. Forcing me to taste just how thoroughly coated inmehis mouth is.
“I expect you to be right here and completely naked by the time I get back, angel.”
He growls, nips at my jaw, then his heat and his strong arms—the only thing keeping me upright at this point—are gone. Leaving me a panting mess, awkwardly standing in the middle of the lounge.
I flutter around in place, trying not to collapse and to get my bearings. Working my way around the couch, I end up somewhere close to the fireplace. Without knowing what else to do, I toss a few fresh logs to build the flames back up.
God, I’m so not good at this.
When Colt saunters back into the room, his big hands are working on unfastening his jeans. Hazel eyes drag down my body in a leisurely sweep, while his tongue pokes against the side of his mouth. The corner of his lip tilts up, and the sight of himlooking like some sort of sex-god, cowboy rogue, is entirely too much for me to handle.
