He spanks me all over but stays high on my butt for a long time. When he pauses to check in with me the next time, I’m far more subdued. “Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“More?”
“Yes, please.”
The next spank lands closer to my thighs, and I moan, the sensation rushing to my pussy. After two more like that, I’m panting. My clit is vibrating. Holy shit. This. This is what people speak of.
Three more swats to that juncture between my cheeks and my thighs send me close to the edge. Just like that.
But then he shifts his attention lower, spanking my thighs now. Back and forth. I’m vibrating with need. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m moaning constantly and it’s reverberating in my head.
I need to come. I want Colt to make me come. I don’t care who’s watching or that I’ve never done this before and I’m shocking them. I’m going to shatter, and Colt knows it. He’s stroking the small of my back with his free hand. I think he’s murmuring words of encouragement, but I can’t hear them.
The final two strikes land right where I need them, on that sweet spot, one on one side, one on the other. He slides his hands between my thighs, thrusts two fingers into me, and thumbs my clit.
“Colton,” I scream, my head lifting off the padding.
He keeps pumping his fingers as I ride the waves of my release, easing the pressure right before I would have winced.
I can’t breathe. My fingers are wrapped so tightly around the padding that they ache. My legs are stiff. My toes are curled in my shoes.
Colt lifts me off the bench seconds later, and I’m aware that Davis is there too. Davis wraps a blanket around my shivering frame as Colt carries me to the loveseat and cradles me in his arms.
I bury my face in his chest and curl up, unable to stop shaking. I hear the door to the room open and close, assuming Davis and Britney have left.
Colt tries to lean me back, but I’m gripping his shirt tightly.
“Baby, you need to drink some water.” He holds a water bottle low enough for me to see it, perhaps hoping it will jog my memory about what water is. In any case, it works. I finally tip my head back and let him angle the top of the bottle to my mouth. “That’s it. More, baby… Good girl.”
I drink as much as I can before turning my head away and burrowing against him again. I just want to snuggle, and luckily Colt gets that. He rocks me back and forth, stroking my hair. “I’ve got you, Eve. Just relax.”
Chapter 21
Colton
It’s late when we get back to Eve’s apartment, and I’m grateful that no one seems to be lurking outside. I’m exhausted, and I know Eve is too. She rode home with her knees pulled up and her eyes closed. Hell, Britney had to help her change back into her street clothes in the locker room. She was still dazed.
Somehow she manages to walk to her apartment on her own. I thought I might have to carry her, which would have been difficult to explain to anyone we passed. As soon as I lock the door, I lift her into my arms and cradle her, making my way to her bedroom.
In the bathroom, I set her on her feet, remove her clothes, and fix her toothbrush. She takes it from me and goes through the motions of brushing, at least marginally.
After she rinses, I point to the toilet and leave her in the bathroom while I change into sleep pants.
She looks very shy and embarrassed when she emerges. It’s oddly endearing.
“Come here, baby.”
She shuffles toward me, and I pull one of my T-shirts over her head before swinging her up into the bed and pulling the covers around her. She’s still halfway in subspace. I understand it much better after talking to Davis while the women changed clothes.
I quickly use the bathroom myself, pull the door to the bathroom almost shut with the light on, and turn off the bedroom light before climbing into bed with Eve. For the first time, I don’t remain on top. I slide under the covers and pull her intentionally against me.
She wraps her arm over my chest and snuggles closer.
I’ve never been so happy nor so scared in my entire life.
Eve is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m going to hurt both of us when I leave.
The room is still dark when I suddenly jerk my eyes open. It’s not because there’s a threat. No sudden noises or braking glass or even a ringing phone. It’s that Eve is between my legs under the covers, and my cock is in her mouth.
I thread my fingers in her hair as I moan. “Eve…”
“Mmm,” she manages around my erection, the vibrations making me even harder.
How the hell did I sleep through her tugging my flannel pants over my cock? She has one hand wrapped around the base, moving it up and down in sync with her lips. I’m so damn hard, I’m already about to come. Granted, I spent half the evening with a hard-on, so it wouldn’t take long to bring me right back to the plateau.
When she increases the suction, I arch my body and stiffen. I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her tight pussy. “Eve…” I try to dislodge her, but she swats at my hands and continues.
I’m shocked by her brazenness. She is not little right now. This woman is in total control. Determined. And I’m not going to stop her. I’m not sure I could if I wanted to. I’m too close to the edge to convince my hands to pull her off.
She grips the base of my cock tighter with
