Page 14 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

COME

LAYLA

Colton blinks several times, taken aback. I figured we would just kiss each other for hours, but here I am asking him to take me to third base on our first date.

I can’t help myself. His hands and lips on me feel incredible. I need to feel a man’s touch. I need to know what an orgasm feels like. I’m done waiting, and if he’s the one who can do it, I want it.

Tonight.

Still looking down at me, he chuckles. And, of course, hearing him laugh makes me laugh.

“What?” I giggle, furrowing my brow.

He kisses my lips. “I’m sorry for laughing. You’re just so cute and innocent, and then you ask me to make you come. I was ready to make out all night. I just...I don’t want you to move too fast because of my past, because of me. I want you to be ready,” he says, stroking my face and hair.

Fucking adorable. He doesn’t realize this just makes me want him more.

“Colt, I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin in a world where sex is constantly thrown in our faces. I’m ready. I’m desperate to be touched, and it's you, nonetheless.” A smile stretches across his face and his eyes flit between mine.

“Just kiss me, and don’t stop unless I tell you to,” I mumble, rubbing his cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asks again. Such a gentleman, but he has no idea how horny he makes me.

“I’m lying in bed with the hottest guy ever, who has told me he’s been into me for ten years, just like I have him. It doesn’t matter if it’s today, tomorrow, or next week. I’m going to give myself to you, Colt.”

His eyes fill with arousal, and he leans down, taking my lips with his. Picking up where we left off, my arms and legs wrap around him, pulling him into me.

The scent of his cologne floods my senses, making my pulse quicken and my body ignite. Heat radiates between us, the warmth of his naked chest against mine sending shivers down my spine. Everything about him drives me wild.

Our tongues dance, flicking one another in a heated fit of passion.

Desperate to feel every inch, our hands roam all over each other.

His hand grazes my bare breast, and his thumb flicks over my nipple, making my hips roll against his.

His hardness presses against me through his joggers, sending shockwaves of arousal through me.

Colton kisses and licks his way down to the crook of my neck, sucking, nibbling, and marking me. I writhe against him, moaning when his hand snakes down my body to tease the waistband of my pyjamas.

I need these off. Now.

Like he can read my mind, he sits back and pulls them off, leaving me in my panties. Suddenly feeling exposed, my face flushes as I try to hide my body with my arms.

“I don’t think so.” Colton looks down at me and chuckles, pulling my arms away from my body and pinning them on either side of my head.

His eyes rake over my body, desire sweeping across his face. “You are so fucking gorgeous. Don’t ever try to hide yourself from me.”

I want to cry and come at the same time.

“Take off your pants,” I rasp. I need to see this fine specimen.

He smiles, getting off the bed and pulling them off.

I stare at the muscular god before me, my mouth watering at the sight of him. His hard cock tenting his boxers, and how his tattoos litter his skin. Masculine, dominant, and totally in control.

He moves back up the bed, and our lips crash together again. His hand makes its way into my panties, and his fingers lightly run through my wet slit. I moan, having never felt anything like this before.

“Ohh my…” I trail off, swallowing hard.

“Holy fuck, you’re dripping wet for me, baby,” he mumbles in my ear, teeth grazing my lobe. Colton calling me baby makes my head spin.

I gasp when he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, but I nearly pass out when his thumb rubs my clit.

Fuck me, that's good.

My hand makes its way to his hair, and I run my fingers through his luscious locks, gently tugging. He groans like he enjoys it, sending another wave of excitement through me. I never thought hearing him make noises would be such a turn on.

“Ah! Fuck, Colt!” I cry out as he continues to circle my sensitive nub. He groans again and picks up his pace, my hips bucking in rhythm with his hand.

This feels so good. Too good. How have I waited so long for this?

Because I’ve been waiting for him.

His hand works me expertly as he watches me with lustful eyes, his hard cock pressing into my thigh, reminding me that this hot as fuck man wants me too. Far too quickly, I feel a tightness in my core, growing in intensity.

“Ohh. Oh god,” I moan, and my body starts to tremble.

Colton burrows his face into my neck. “Yes, baby. Just let it happen. Let go,” he whispers in my ear, gently licking it. His breath tickles me while his teeth pull at my lobe again, bringing me to the brink. An explosion builds, spreading throughout me, and my entire body tightens.

Stars erupt in my vision like tiny fireworks as Colton gives me my first-ever orgasm. I cry out, clinging to his strong arm as I ride it out.

My body goes lax as I lay here panting, coming down from my high. His little kisses pepper all over my neck, chest and face, enhancing the tingling I feel all over.

“Holy fuck that was...wow. That’s an orgasm? I’ve been missing out,” I say breathlessly. He chuckles against my skin, sending more chills down my spine. My nervous system in overdrive.

“You are so fucking sexy, Layla,” he mumbles.

“I want more. I need more,” I rasp.

He leans back and looks down at me, smiling. “You want me to go down on you? Because I’d love to taste you,” he says huskily. My thighs clench at the thought of his mouth on me.

“No. Well, yes, but no. Right now, I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes dart over my body and face, contemplating how to proceed. The fact that he’s trying to not rush this and push me makes me want him even more. I reach up to stroke his face, looking deeply into his beautiful eyes.

“Layla, I-I don’t want to fuck this up. I want to do this right, and maybe doing this too early will fuck it up. I’ve waited ten years for you…”

My hand cups his cheek. "Colt, you're not going to fuck this up. Please. I want you to. I need you to fuck me,” I beg him. He bites his lip, restraining himself, clearly fighting an internal battle over what to do.

“I've liked you for so long. I don’t want to wait anymore. Everything that's happened between us these past two weeks, and you coming after me tonight…I want all of you. I know I've been holding out for you,” I reassure him.

Of course, I know this is going quickly, but honestly, everything feels right with him.

In a matter of a couple of weeks, Colton’s managed to become a close friend.

For someone like me, who had their guard up for fear of being hurt or made fun of, Colton has shown me a side of himself that no one else has ever seen, and that makes me trust him.

It’s like we have our own little secret between us.

It feels special. And he is so fucking sweet to me.

Driving me everywhere, feeding me, his little comments about how attracted he is to me, how smart he thinks I am. He is genuinely simping over me.

It's more than physical with him. This shit between us runs deep. I just know it.

Even if he does screw me over one day, at least I can say I fucked Colton Hawthorne.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says, and my heart drops. “I’m going to make love to you.”

He grins before slamming his lips against mine, kissing me urgently. I moan as he takes over my mouth, reaching down to pull at his boxers. Pushing them down past his ass, his large cock breaks free, slapping onto my abdomen.

I look down at it and back at his playful grin.

He stands up, dick standing at perfect attention, bouncing as he walks over to where his pants are drying on the chair.

Digging into his pocket, he grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom, its foil glinting in the soft light.

Seizing my moment, I slip off my panties and cover myself with the blanket, cocooning my nerves in its warmth.

He hops back in the bed and sits beside me, leaning against the headboard. Excited but a bit nervous, I look down at his dick, then back up to his face. I don’t have any experience, but I must say I am quite pleased with what stands before me.

Slowly, I reach over and wrap my hand around his length, sensing his curious eyes on me.

I hesitate, feeling him twitch in my hand as my fingers tighten.

The slight reaction boosts my confidence, and I move my hand up and down, stroking leisurely.

His head rolls back against the headboard, and he moans.

Stroking from root to tip, my eyes watch with fascination as I please him

Like I said before, when I learn a new skill, I master it.

“Oh my god. Yes, just like that. Good job, baby,” he groans, encouraging me. It makes me feel invincible.

“Show me how you like it,” I rasp in a voice I don’t even recognize.

He takes his hand and wraps it around mine, showing me exactly how much pressure and speed to use. Watching our hands move together only makes me want him more.

Once we find a perfect rhythm, Colton removes his hand as I continue pumping him. He brings the condom wrapper between his lips, and I watch in amazement as he rips the foil with his teeth, rolling the condom down his length.

“You sure you’re okay with this? I’ll go slow and stop if you ask me to, okay?” he asks quietly.

“Yes. Please. I’m ready.” I nod repeatedly. I want this. I want him. Desperately. Every instinct in my body craves to know what it feels like to be filled, especially by him.

I lay back, opening my thighs. Colton positions himself between them, resting on his elbows to hover over me. His tip settles against my wet pussy, blue eyes staring into mine.

“You’re so beautiful, Layla,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue enters my mouth as he guides himself in slowly.

Stretching my virgin walls bit by bit, Colton takes my innocence. It hurts, I won’t lie, but not as bad as I thought. I think because I’m so wet and ready for him, my body needs this release more than it cares about the pain.

“You okay?” he asks with a look of concern, still pressing forward.

“I’m more than okay,” I whisper back, looking at my dream guy hovering above me, messy hair dangling in his face, those eyes gazing down on me, burning bright with arousal.

I’ve noticed that every time Colt looks at me, the blue in his eyes becomes more prominent than the gray, and I love it. They allow me to see deep into his soul.

With a groan, Colton finally slides all the way in, stilling for a second to allow me to adjust to him. When I nod my approval, he slowly pulls out and glides back in. The pain is still present, but it dissipates every time he enters me.

After a couple more thrusts, my walls relax, and everything becomes more pleasurable, eliciting a moan from me. Spurred by my sounds, Colton picks up his pace and pumps into me a little harder, intensifying the sensation.

“Holy shit. I’ve waited so long for this. You feel so fucking good, Layla. Better than I ever imagined, fuuuck.” His moan is deep and raw, making me squeeze around him, and his eyes roll back for a moment before they refocus on mine, his sexy tattooed arms and chest flexing as he moves above me.

He kisses me deeply and we moan together, wrapped up in one another. With every thrust, I feel the knot in my stomach getting larger and tighter. I’m climbing to my peak, and Colton Hawthorne is the first one to take me there.

His face dips into my neck, holding me close as he makes love to me. “I’m so close, baby,” he groans into my ear, pushing back up to look at me, allowing me to watch the pleasure on his face.

An explosion of electricity and heat shoots through my entire body as I spasm around him, unable to stop the loud scream that comes out of my mouth.

“Colt! Oh my god!” I cry out as I come undone, feeling every part of my body heat up and then tingle. He pumps harder and faster now, and I see something flash across his eyes.

“Mm, fuuuck,” he groans as he comes too. “Oh god, Layla.” He exhales and leans down, kissing me passionately, his thrusts slowing to a stop.

Colt collapses on top of me, both of us panting. I run my fingers up and down his back, basking in my post-orgasm glow. I can’t believe I just lost my virginity to Colton.

Pulling out and removing the condom, he ties it off and disposes of it. He lays beside me, running his hand up and down my chest, tracing the curve of my breasts, his thumb occasionally passing over my nipple. His hand feels so good as my body buzzes, coming down from the best high of my life.

“That was incredible,” he says.

“Really? I wasn’t boring?” I ask quietly, glancing over at him. He leans up on his elbow, looking down at me.

“Fuck no. You were not boring. You were amazing. It was the best I’ve ever had, because it was with you.

It's more than sex with you. There's a connection here. Making love tonight…it only intensifies what I feel for you.” His fingers run down my cheek as he looks into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful and perfect. You feel so good, and I love the way you look when you come. I’m honored that you let me be your first. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

I nod. “I’m perfect. I just lost my virginity to Colton Hawthorne. Holy shit.” I giggle. He chuckles with me.

“You more than just lost your virginity to me. You’re my girl, Layla. You’ve always been the one I want.” He cups my cheek, a gesture he always does that makes me feel so precious to him.

“Really?”

He nods and I feel giddy like a schoolgirl.

“Before I kicked them all out, I told all those fucks at my place that you were going to be my girl and to not fuck with you. You’re mine, and you will be treated as such.

So how about it? As corny as it sounds, will you be my girlfriend? Officially mine?”

Colton’s first-ever official girlfriend? Is this too good to be true?

“Yeah, I’m yours. I always have been,” I reply, and a huge smile spreads across his face.

He kisses me gently, then pulls me into his body, my legs wrapping around his as we hug. The feeling of our naked flesh intertwined together is better than I could have ever imagined.

“Stay with me tonight,” I whisper into his chest.

“You couldn’t get me to leave even if you tried.”

I grin as he squeezes me tighter, and we drift off in each other's arms.