No, my head gasped. Yes, my body cried.
“That’s my cock inside you,” he said, “and my fingers touching you.” His tone was loaded with seduction, but also power. “I’m the one getting you off.”
I’d been too close to stop the orgasm, so when his fingers took over, I had no choice but to surrender.
A pleasure-soaked cry burst from my lips, and an explosion detonated inside my body. It flooded through my limbs in waves of tingling heat, leaving everything pleasurably numb in its wake.
My mind emptied, making space for me to endure the strongest orgasm of my life. It swept through me like a tornado and was just as destructive. Even after it began to recede, the strength of it left me shuddering head to toe.
Worst of all, it stole the last ounce of energy I had to combat my quivering legs.
I hadn’t finished recovering, but the uncontrollable shaking was so embarrassing, and without thought, I reached a hand down to try to stop it. I grabbed the back of my spasming thigh while I panted for air, but this was a huge mistake. One hand on the wall and two boneless legs were not enough to keep me upright.
I gasped as I began to collapse. My knees buckled, and I sank toward the floor—
“Whoa,” Colin whispered, locking his strong arms around my body and keeping me from falling. “I’ve got you.”
His hold set my mind at war. One side wanted to break free from him, and the other wanted to pull his warm arms tighter around me as I continued to shake wildly. He kept me in his embrace as the last of the orgasm’s grip faded, and because I was flattened against him, I could feel how fast his heart was beating inside his chest.
It mirrored my own.
Finally, the trembling began to subside, but I still couldn’t stand on my own. What were we going to do now?
He had a plan, and it involved scooping me up in his arms. It was stunning how effortlessly he did it, and I sucked in a sharp breath. This was intimate and sort of romantic. He didn’t look at me as he turned, took a few short steps, and leaned over the bed, setting me on top of the sheets. It gave the impression he didn’t want to see me staring back at him.
My eyes were wide as he climbed onto the bed and settled on his knees between my parted legs . . . which were still shaking.
God, were they ever going to stop?
It seemed unlikely, because in this position, it allowed me to see everything. I got to watch as satisfaction rolled through his expression when he nudged his cock between my legs and inched inside me. I saw the flex of his muscles in his arms and chest as he put his hands under my hips and lifted my lower body up off the mattress so he could fuck me better.
How was it possible to be so turned on by someone I disliked?
“Arch your back, Madison,” Scott instructed. “Reach back and put a hand on the headboard.”
When I complied, it made my breasts point toward the ceiling, and they bounced with every demanding thrust Colin made.
“Oh, you two,” Nina’s voice was warm, “that looks so hot.”
I closed my eyes to better picture what she was seeing. How he was on his knees, holding me up at the right angle to pound into me, and how I was arched like a bow. The force of his thrusts and my hand on the headboard made it thump rapidly against the wall.
I tried the best I could to keep up with him, but I was more along for the ride. Everything we’d done against the wall had been about me, but this? This was for him.
Was he getting close?
My hand not braced on the headboard was gripping his thigh, and the thick muscle beneath my palm tensed. In fact, everything in him seemed to cord and grow tight. His heavy breathing swelled, and his thrusts went rough and erratic.
Abruptly, he let go of my hips and I dropped to the bed. It was so he could use one hand to yank off the condom, and the other to start jerking himself off. I watched with fascination as he pumped his fist over his cock. His chest heaved with enormous breaths, ecstasy twisted on his face, and a moan erupted from his lips.
The shudder of his shoulders as he came was the sexiest thing ever.
I’d never had a guy come on me before. It shot in thick ropes, splattering warmly on my stomach and breasts, spurt after spurt until his fist slowed to a stop. I lay utterly still as he towered over me, squeezing the last drop from the head of his cock to dribble onto my skin.