“You don’t know what you want!” he grunts, whirling and striding across the room to the bar cart. His shoulders heave as he grabs a bottle and pours himself a drink, slugging it back and growling.
“Yes,” I say flatly. “And I want you.”
“For your first fucking time?” he hisses, shaking his head, his back to me as he pours other splash of booze into his glass.
I stand, my heart racing as I move towards him.
“I know you think you want this, angel,” he says quietly. “But you’re confused.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then you’re making a mistake.”
“No,” I murmur, moving right into him until I mold my body to his muscled back. He groans, his muscles tightening as I press my soft lips to his skin.
“No, I’m not.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t do this, Brynn. I won’t let myself take that from you.”
“Why not?”
“Because this still feels like you think you owe me,” he growls quietly. “For my help. For me letting you stay here.”
I shrug. “Then I’ll go back to the dorms right now, and we owe each other nothing. Problem solved.”
He growls lowly, shaking his head. “With those assholes looking for you? Hell no.”
“Then I’m staying,” I say quietly. My pulse thunders as I press my lips to his back, kissing him gently as I feel him groan and stiffen. My pulse quickens, and my hands slide to his waist. Colton growls quietly, and when I push one hand down over his grooved hip until my fingertips brush the front waistband of his boxers, his muscles tighten.
“What are you doing, Brynn,” he breathes.
“This.”
I slide my hand into his boxers, my heart about jumping into my throat a I push lower. And when my fingers find his thick, big cock, I gasp quietly into his back. My hand curls around him, my fingers not even close to touching around his girth. And slowly, I start to stroke.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, hissing in pleasure as I start to jerk his big dick.
“Brynn—”
“Let me,” I gasp, suddenly pulling my hand away and turning him. He groans, his jaw tight, and when I lean up to press my lips to his, he kisses me fiercely before I suddenly pull back. And before he can say a word, I’ve dropped to my knees in front of him, my pulse racing.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, his eyes piercing into me as I reach for his boxers and tug them down. His big cock springs free, making me whimper and making my thighs clench tighter. I reach for him, curling my fingers around his fat cock and stroking. I look up, our eyes locking and my pulse racing as I lean in, open my mouth, and slowly suck the swollen head of him into my mouth.
Colton growls.
“Fucking hell, Brynn,” he grunts. “Oh fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good.”
I whimper, spurred on by his words as I suck him wetly, slurping obscenely on him as heat pools between my thighs. My tongue swirls around his crown, my hands stroking his shaft and teasing my nails over his heavy balls. Colton groans, his fingers tangling in my hair, sending a thrill through me as I moan around his cock and take him as deep as I can.
His muscles clench, and he growls as he leans against the bar cart, just staring at me with lust all over this face as I slurp on his big dick. I tongue at his underside, whimpering as I stroke his shaft and look up into his eyes. Our gazes lock, and when I watch the pleasure melt over his face, his jaw tightening and his abs clenching, this sensual power explodes through me.
I take him deep in my mouth, whimpering and humming around him as he growls in pleasure. Colton hisses, his eyes blazing as his hand tightens in my hair, sending a thrill through me.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he groans. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”
“You like my mouth on your big dick?” I whimper coyly, looking up at him. “You like my mouth on your cock, Principal Kane?”
He hisses in pleasure, his cock swelling.