The breeze from his open window blows against his door, slamming it against the little metal lock and leaving it open just a crack. The room is so dimly lit now that I barely see him, and I have to focus on just his touch alone.
Colton’s fingers roam over my body, pulling my shirt over my head and then finally coming down on my skin. He teases me with his fingertips, gently brushing them over the sensitive parts of my body, the places he knows drives me wild with need. His touch tickles, and despite the growing need to pull away, I stay, allowing him to do it because his touch is so damn intoxicating.
Every place he touches me leaves a wake of goosebumps, which only makes my skin sensitive to his touch. He pulls back from me ever so slightly, but before I get a chance to protest, he drops his lips to my neck, making my fingers dig into the soft fabric of his headboard.
My hips continue rocking back and forth, grinding over him until neither of us can take it any longer. The bedsheet is torn out from between us, and within seconds, Colton rips my pants off my body. My flimsy thong disappears with it, and as I settle myself back over his waist, he lines himself up with my entrance, allowing me to slowly drop down on top of him.
He fills me so perfectly. So tight and hitting every fucking wall. Every time it just gets better. I sink down until there’s nowhere left for me to go, clenching my eyes as the undeniable pleasure rocks through me. Colton’s fingers tighten on my ass, gently rocking me forward and making us both groan with need.
I rock right back, and every nerve ending inside of my body catches fire, burning so intensely that I could pass out from the satisfaction. I slowly find a rhythm, leisurely riding up and down on his cock as though I have all fucking night to torture him with my body.
Colton tries to take over, thrusting up into me, desperate to break my torturously slow rhythm in fear of not being able to hold on. But I shake my head and dip my lips to his. “Slow,” I tell him, making a pained grunt rumble through his chest.
“I want to fuck you all night, Jade. If you don’t start moving, I’m going to come.”
I lick my lips, the sound of his satisfaction urging me on. “You’ll wait,” I tell him, reaching behind me and taking his hands in mine. “Just like you make me wait.”
“Babe,” he groans, desperate for his release.
For a brief moment, I consider taking pity on him and ending his torture, but it’s been a long day, and I want to take my time, enjoying every little second. I slow my movements even more and reach over to his bedside table before yanking his phone charger out of the wall socket.
Colton meets my eyes, his brows creasing with confusion, though it doesn't last long before he figures out my plan.
I bring his hands up to his headboard and loop the charger cable around one of the posts before tying up his hands. My tying skills aren’t up to scratch, so he could free himself if he really wanted to. Judging by the look in his eyes, the brief moment of distraction has given him the time he needed to get himself under control, and he’s more than prepared to let me run the show.
He tests his hands against the charger cable, and it instantly becomes loose. I raise a brow, clenching everything below the border and getting his immediate attention. “Are you going to behave?” I question, leaning forward and tightening it again. “No hands.”
“That depends,” he tells me, his eyes dark and inviting. “Are you going to keep playing with me, or are you going to fuck me like you mean it?”
I lean into him, kissing the side of his neck and teasing his warm skin with my tongue. As I finally make it down to the base of his neck and gently bite, a small gasp of surprise tears from within him, urging me on. “Why can’t I do both?”
His lips pull into a grin, and before he has the chance to take over, I rise up off his excruciatingly large cock, and shimmy my way down his body. Licking my lips, I let him know exactly what I want. After all, I’ve been thinking about making this whole dessert before dinner thing a bit of a trend around here.
His eyes all but roll into the back of his head, just imagining how good this is going to be as I look down at the mammoth of a cock that’s begging me to take it deep into my mouth. It glistens with my wetness in what little light that comes from the cracked door, and I find myself anxious to get started.