“Okay,” I say, swallowing thickly. He turns to leave, but before he does, I grab his arm, making him turn back to look at me. “But let’s say I wanted to think with my pussy…”
Kolton groans. “Sierra…”
“Would you fuck me?” I wrap my arms around his neck. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me, and I really don’t care. Maybe it’s stupid, and maybe it’s crazy, but with Kolton, it feels right. I’ve spent the past five years focused on Blakely and Zane, hooking up with guys I knew I didn’t have a future with so I wouldn’t have to worry about catching feelings. But with Kolton, I know he’s the one. It’s the reason I’ve pushed him away. I was scared. But I’m not anymore. I want him now.
In me, on top of me, all over me.
“Would you take me right here on the table? Make me scream your name?”
Kolton’s answer is to lift me into his arms and lay me on top of the table. The china clinks, and some of it might even land on the floor, but neither of us cares enough to look.
His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue plunging past my parted lips, capturing and swirling with my own. My legs wrap around his waist, my center grinding against his already growing erection.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my mouth as I reach for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. I push his briefs down and feel his dick spring free.
“Sierra,” he moans, breaking our kiss when I wrap my fist around his shaft and stroke it up and down. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” He runs his thumb along my swollen lips. “I was supposed to wine and dine you. Convince you to go on a second and third date with me.”
“Didn’t you say what’s between us is inevitable? That we’re forever?”
“And you said you were scared.”
“And I am,” I admit. “But I also feel it… what you feel. And I’m done living my life in fear.” I latch onto his shirt and tug him toward me so our bodies are flush with only my hand wrapped around his dick between us. “If we crash and burn, then at least I can say it was a hell of a ride.”
He stares at me for a long beat, and I wonder if he’s going to push me away and tell me we’re going too fast. I hold my breath, hoping he does neither.
“It will definitely be a hell of a ride,” he growls. “But nobody is getting hurt.” His mouth fuses with mine. He bites, sucks, and nibbles on my lips.
We’re all teeth and tongue.
Hands touching and caressing.
Needing and wanting.
As if neither of us can get enough.
He pulls my dress up my body and unlatches my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air. He wraps his lips around my nipple, and his tongue lashes back and forth across the hardened tip. Bolts of electricity spark inside me as if he has a direct line to my clit.
“Kolton,” I moan, pumping his cock harder. Squeezing it in desperation.
He kisses his way down my middle, and when he gets to my belly, I lose my connection with his dick. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the top of my silk-covered mound before he tugs my panties off, dropping them onto the floor.
“I need to taste you,” he murmurs, licking his lips as he spreads my thighs wide open.
He drops to his knees, and his eyes glint in the darkness. His thumb and middle finger spread my folds open, and his forefinger strokes my center up and down, teasing my clit. “I bet you taste better than what I made for dinner.” He looks up at me. “What do you think?”
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to respond, but it doesn’t matter because when the flat of his tongue lands on my center, I’m rendered speechless. My hands fist the edge of the wood table as Kolton devours my pussy like a starved man. He works me up, licking and sucking on my clit, bringing me to the brink of my orgasm before his mouth leaves my pussy.
“What the hell!” I hiss, my chest rising and falling in quick succession.
“I was right. You taste fucking delicious.” Standing, he reaches behind him to pull his shirt over his head. As it rises, each of his cut abs makes an appearance until he’s displayed his entire upper body. He’s all ink and muscle and—
Holy shit! He drops his pants and briefs, and his dick juts out. Thick and veiny with a tiny bead of pre-cum dripping out of the mushroom tip.
“My turn,” I breathe, not even caring that I never got my orgasm as I slide off the edge of the table and drop to my knees. I lift his shaft and run my tongue along the velvety smooth flesh. When I get to the top, I lick the saltiness away, swirling my tongue around the angry head, and then take him all the way into my mouth until he bottoms out in the back of my throat. I do this several times, getting his dick nice and wet. He’s hard as steel, and I can practically feel him throbbing in need.