Page 133 of Ink and Ashes
The fire in his eyes grows brighter as he clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t give in yet. He simply pulls me tighter against him, as if I’m going to disappear in front of his eyes.
After everything that’s happened over the past few months, his walls have been built high again, and I can’t say I blame him. He’s lost so much, and even though this ended as well as it could have, it wasn’t easy. I think it’s going to take some time for him to fully accept that everything’s okay now—that Welland is really dead, and that I’m very much not. But I plan on reminding him that I’m not going anywhere as much as he needs to hear it.
He presses his forehead against mine, gripping my hips as if battling between whether to give me what I want or not.
But when I mutter, “I need you,” against his lips, the devil on his shoulder wins.
He exhales deeply, his jaw clenched tight, then says, “Fuck it,” before pulling open the engine door and carrying me onto the truck.
The door slams shut, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that everyone else heard it too, but I couldn’t care less. Semi-public sex is neither of our styles, but we’re so desperate for each other right now, the idea of being caught doesn’t slow us down in the slightest.
He falls back on the seat, grasping my waist tight as I straddle him, and presses his mouth to mine. Our kiss grows heated as our tongues dance, and a soft whimper escapes me. I cling to him as if he’s breathing life back into me, and he does the same to me.
“Fuck, Holland,” he groans, kissing his way down my neck and over my chest.
“Yes,” I moan, my eyes fluttering. “Fuckme.”
He lets out a low growl, then gets to work doing just that. Hedoesn’t bother with undressing me, instead reaching beneath my dress and pushing my panties to the side before shoving a finger inside. I gasp as he curls it forward, then I grind against his hand.
“Is this why you dress the way you do, baby?” he groans, his stubble brushing over my neck as he pushes his finger in deeper. “So I can do this whenever I please?”
I lean my head back, my breathing heavy as I nod.
“Good girl,” he says, pushing in another finger. Then he presses his palm against my clit, rubbing against it. “Fuck my hand, Hol. Then I’ll fuck you.”
I whimper as I grind in sync with his thrusts, and it doesn’t take long before I’m standing on the edge. Sensing that I’m close, Colson grabs my neck with his free hand and pulls my lips to his. He kisses me breathless while he continues fingering me, and when he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth at the same time his fingers hit my G-spot just right, I explode.
My movements become jerky as stars line my vision, but he continues working his fingers inside me until I pulse around him.
I relax into him as he pulls his fingers out. He skims them against my sensitive clit, causing me to flinch before he brings them up to my mouth.
“Open,” he demands, pressing the two fingers coated in my release against my lips.
His eyes are heavy with lust as I wrap my hands around his wrist and open my mouth. He wastes no time shoving his fingers inside, so I close my lips around them and suck. I swirl my tongue over the tips of his fingers as he grows harder against my core.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice raspy. “See how good you taste?”
I moan with his fingers still in my mouth, causing him to do the same.
“My turn,” he says, ripping his fingers out and quickly replacing them with his tongue. My body tenses as he pulls me close against him, holding me in place by entwining his tongue with mine.
Without breaking the kiss, I lift slightly as he reaches his handbetween us to undo his belt. He somehow maneuvers his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free, the tip brushing against my clit as it does.
I hover over him as he lines himself up with my entrance, and just as I’m about to seat myself on him, he freezes and pulls away from the kiss.
“Fuck,” he says. “I don’t have a condom.”
I shake my head, my chest rising and falling. “I’m on birth control, and I get tested regularly. I’m clear.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in years, so I am too.” He drops his forehead against mine. “You sure about this? If I start fucking you raw, I’m never gonna want to stop.”
“Good,” I say with a devious grin.
He matches my smile, then grabs my hips and ever so slowly pushes himself inside. My head falls back on a moan as he fully seats me on him, pushing my breasts up closer to him.
“Fuck, Holland,” he hisses, pressing a kiss against my cleavage. “I didn’t think this could get any better for us, but god fucking damn. Nothing has ever felt this good.”
I nod in agreement, unable to speak as he lifts me and slides me down again. Our heavy breathing mingles in the crew compartment as he finds a steady pace, taking full control. I match him stroke for stroke, our bodies working in synchrony to become one.
