Page 108 of Saddled in Secrets
“Which is why I’m very proud of you for sneaking in here last night. I can’t believe he tried to separate us.” My plans almost needed an overhaul, but Colton couldn’t stay away.
“I just needed to sleep with you in my arms,” he murmurs. “It didn’t go any further.”
“Until now,” I purr. “You’re about to hit a home run. Maybe even slide into the back door.”
He shakes his head. “If I’m going to take your ass, I want you to be comfortable. That includes screaming your pleasure for me.”
“Rain check on that.” I roll my wrist, stroking him from root to tip. “What’ll it be, Cowboy? Should I finish blowing your birthday candle?”
A tremor flexes his muscles. “I’m conflicted.”
“Too many choices?”
“This is your father’s house,” he reiterates.
I glower while continuing to pump his shaft. Colton’s respect for my dad under his roof is admirable, but I’m a big girl and have my own wing in this mansion. I also have every intention of gifting him an orgasm one way or another.
“Maybe this will sweeten the deal.” I grab the sealed container on the nightstand and open the lid. “It’s a little early for cake, but I know how much you love breakfast in bed.”
His gaze tracks my movements as I paint my breasts in frosting. It’s creamy and thick, forming a tempting layer. I lick the excess off my fingers and moan. The sugar mixes with his salty flavor lingering on my tongue.
“Want a taste?” After scooting forward on my knees, I thrust my chest at him in invitation.
Colton gulps, but makes no move to feast on me.
Realization rises like the sun. “Oh, gosh. You don’t like chocolate.”
His wince confirms my suspicion. “I haven’t had it since I was a kid.”
“How is that possible?”
“It wasn’t served to me like this.”
“Does that mean—?”
I don’t get to finish the question before he’s lunging upright and latching onto my nipple. His tongue swipes out, lapping at the frosting in greedy strokes. He palms my ass while I cradle the back of his head. In a joint effort, we adjust our position to align his cock with my entrance. A harsh thrust pushes him deep, stretching my inner muscles in a delicious ache.
“Good choice, Stalker.”
Colton grunts against my cleavage. He’s about halfway done cleaning off the frosting. I consider slathering more on, but then he shoves the rest of his length inside my pussy. The frictionfrom his Jacob’s Ladder strikes just right. Need already coils tight in my core after I complete two quick plunges. A loud whimper spills from my parted lips, ready to demand more.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re too irresistible.”
I’m hoisted into his arms on the next thrust. It’s incredibly sexy how easily he holds my weight. After kicking off his boxers, he carries me to the bathroom. We’re still connected and don’t break stride. Not even when he reaches into the shower to turn on the spray.
I kiss the scruffy column of his throat. “Are you calling me dirty?”
“More like loud.” A swift kick to the door slams it shut. “Now you’re free to holler my name.”
My back meets the cold tile as warm water rains down on us. Colton’s tempo turns frantic, slapping our wet skin together. It’s the sound of a rough pounding and I’m gladly taking it.
We work in tandem to chase relief. He pumps his hips while I clamp my inner muscles to the same beat. Our bodies are already in harmony, knowing exactly what buttons to push. Steam billows around us to create an intimate shield. It’s just us. Forever.
A slippery finger traces along the crack of my ass. “Still interested?”
I chew on my inner cheek while rocking against the slight tease. He’s toyed with me back there before. It felt good. Great even. That’s why I find myself nodding along to the fast pace he’s set.
But Colton is gentle as his digit breaches my bottom. Pressure is quick to accompany the foreign sensation. Between his studded shaft and this new fullness, I’m barreling toward an explosive climax.
