Page 32 of Ride or Die (The Shores #1)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

BAD GIRL

LAYLA

I take a deep breath before tiptoeing to the bedroom in my robe. Through the cracked door, I spot Colt standing by his dresser, his naked torso highlighted beneath the soft glow of the Christmas lights.

Unaware I’m studying him, my eyes trace the lines of his defined, tattooed chest and arms. His fitted boxer briefs hug his muscular thighs, emphasizing his perfect ass and bulge. He is mouthwatering to look at.

My heart rate accelerates as I stare, and I’m reminded how lucky I am that I’m the one who gets to enjoy every inch of this man.

Needing to touch him, I slip through the door and close it behind me. Colt’s head snaps up, and when our eyes meet, I smile softly, dropping my robe to the floor. Hand on my hip, I jut it out to the side, exuding confidence in my sheer black lace bodysuit bustier.

His teeth sink into his lower lip, and he whistles, eyes crawling down the entire length of my body. I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling.

“Wow, Lay, you look amazing. I’m so glad you came in dressed like that, because I have some fun things planned too,” he says lowly, turning to his dresser to grab something.

When he turns back, a pair of handcuffs dangles from his index finger, arousal smoldering in his eyes.

My thighs instinctively squeeze together to ease the throb between them.

Colt notices, chuckling to himself because he knows all my tells.

He's wearing a sexy smirk that says he’s about to do unspeakable things to me.

The thought alone has heat spreading across my skin and through my veins.

"Are you okay with this?" He swings the cuffs back and forth on his finger.

I bite my lip and nod, happy he wants to start with handcuffs and not something more intense. We’ve talked about how I want to push my sexual boundaries, keep learning what I like, and I love that Colt knows how to do it at my pace without even asking.

“Lie on the bed face up,” he demands, eyes darkening and jaw clenching as he watches me position myself as requested.

Once I’m on my back, Colt leans over me and grabs one arm, closing the handcuff around my wrist. Pulling that arm over my head, he weaves the cuffs through the metal headboard and secures my other wrist. The metal clangs against the headboard when I pull on the cuffs and realize how vulnerable I really am at the moment.

“Tell me anytime you want to stop. We’re starting slow, okay?” His voice is rough like sandpaper, barely containing his arousal.

I nod repeatedly, my heart racing in my chest as he sits on his knees, looking over my entire body with pure desire.

“Perfect,” he mumbles.

Colt just stares at me, his eyes trailing everywhere. I stare right back, watching his boxers tent at the sight of me under his complete control.

“Ha-have you ever done anything like this?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous and a bit self-conscious.

He shakes his head and his stormy blue eyes meet mine, those messy black strands falling into his face. The fucking model looking down at me makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. My wildest dream has come true.

“No. Never. I’ve fantasized about doing these things to you and only you. That’s why I’m in awe. I’m watching a perfect fantasy unfold in front of me,” he says, positioning himself between my legs, pushing his hardness against my aching pussy.

“Wh-what did you do with other girls?” I ask nervously. It seems like such a stupid question to be asking given the position we’re in. But for some reason, I need to know.

“A lot of blowjobs. The sex was basic. I was only out to please myself. I didn’t really care if they got off or not. It was more practice than anything,” he replies honestly.

“But with you…all I want is to hear you scream my name over and over. I love pushing your limits, watching you experience every single first, and now I get to experience some of these firsts with you.” Perfect answer.

He leans down and kisses me. Starting soft and sweet, our tongues grow more passionate with each stroke, competing for dominance. I moan into his mouth when he grinds against me.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, sitting up. His hands trail down my body, taking the time to feel and appreciate every curve through the barely-there lace.

I squirm beneath his firm grip, nearly drunk with need as he teases me. His fingers feather along my skin, achingly slow, torturing me. I want to scream at him to touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.

“Colt, please. Touch me,” I beg. His eyes flick up to mine, and a playful grin tilts his lips.

“You want me to touch you, Layla?” he purrs as his hands slide down, grazing the scrap of fabric clinging to my wetness.

“Yes.”

“Are you begging me?” I nod repeatedly, his fingertips stroking up and down the outside of my pussy, making my body quiver with anticipation. I try to close my thighs to ease my aching clit but I can't with him between my legs. My need for friction is making me desperate.

“Say it,” he demands.

Frustrated, I sit up as far as I can, pulling at the handcuffs attached to the bed.

“Y-yes. I’m begging you to touch me. Then fuck me senseless, for the love of god, please, fuck me!” I beg again, and he lets out a throaty chuckle.

“Look at that, my bad girl begging for my cock. Again. You can’t get enough, can you?”

“No, it’s never enough. I want you all the time. Like you said, I'm a bad girl,” I rasp, and he lets out a growl, ripping the center of the bodysuit like it’s made of paper.

Goddamnit, I knew I should have gotten the crotchless one!

He drops down between my thighs, groaning as he looks at me bare. I let out a ragged moan when he inserts two fingers inside me, sliding them in and out.

"So fucking wet," he mumbles, leaning forward.

I cry out as his warm, wet mouth makes contact.

Sucking, licking, and tormenting me with that perfect tongue.

Not that I have much to compare it to, but Colton eats pussy like a champ.

His mouth is fucking talented at everything it does.

He worships my body, somehow gentle but dominant at the same time. It drives me wild.

After he makes me come, he pulls his underwear off and glides his cock through my wet lips, teasing my swollen clit.

“Fuck! Col-ton!” I shout, practically whining. “I need you in me. Now,” I whimper, almost in tears.

His eyes grow heavy-lidded, and I get some satisfaction knowing he’s torturing himself too. Without warning, he impales me, hitting me deep and hard. My body jolts, pulling the handcuffs taut as my back arches off the bed.

He fucks me ruthlessly, his thrusts frantic, desperate for release after teasing us both for so long. I pull at the handcuffs over and over, longing to touch his body.

He reaches between us, circling my clit, and that is my undoing. My entire body tingles and all the build-up to this moment crashes down on me, waves of pleasure rippling through my body as I contract around him, yanking at the cuffs and crying out.

“Colton! Yes!”

His head nestles into my neck, his lips grazing my skin.

“Mm fuck, Layla.” He lets out a strangled groan, his body spasming and collapsing onto mine.

Colt breathes heavily, the rapid beat of his heart thrumming against my chest. As our bodies calm, he reaches up and undoes the handcuffs from one hand, and I untangle my wrists from the headboard.

I'm still in a haze when he grabs my hips and flips me onto my knees, deftly pulling my arms behind me.

He attaches the handcuff to my free hand again, securing both hands firmly against my lower back.

My shoulder muscles sting, stretched just enough to have me toeing the perfect line between pain and pleasure.

He runs the tip of his cock from my ass down along my pussy, dripping wet from his cum and my arousal.

“Fuck, I love you in this position. This is so hot, having you at my mercy. Do you like it when I control you, baby?” he asks, his voice husky and deep. One hand glides possessively down my back, his tip teasing my entrance.

“Yes, yes, I do. I love the way you throw me around and take me how you want, whenever you want me,” I say quietly. He groans.

“Good.” His cock slams back into me.

His fingers hook into the handcuff chain, using it to hold me tight to his body as he fucks me deep and hard.

My breaths come out in short bursts with every pound from behind, his pace focused more on the depth of his thrusts than speed.

I inhale sharply when his hand cracks against my ass, clenching around him as I tense.

“Fuck, if you do that again, you’re going to make me come.”

Pleased with myself, I grin into the mattress, doing it again on purpose.

He lets out a throaty laugh. “Trying to test me, huh?”

“You keep calling me a bad girl, so I’ll show you how bad I really am.” I squeeze him again. He stills for a moment as he lets out a growl, trying to control himself.

“Now, punish me,” I challenge him. He slaps my ass again and yanks my hair, dragging a moan from me. I fucking love it when he does shit like this.

“You asked for it,” he mutters in my ear, then bites my neck. I hiss as his tongue swirls over his mark.

Colt leans back on his heels, drawing me up by the cuffs until I'm straddling his legs. Thrusting hard, he fucks me upwards from behind, so deep and painfully slow. One hand snakes around, palming my tit, and the other circles my waist to tease my clit. But he doesn’t let me come, stopping every time I get close.

Edging me over and over until I’m a mess of sweat and desperation.

Colton has his way with me from behind. He teases me, fucking me hard and fast, deep and slow, bringing us to the edge over and over. He legit fucks my brains out, and when I come, I’m pretty sure I see stars.

I hum from the intensity of my orgasm, squirting for the first time ever. So much build up, so much teasing, it’s the most explosive orgasm I've had to date.

He grunts and groans out his release right after me. I gotta give him credit, he has way more stamina than I thought.

He removes the handcuffs from my almost lifeless body. He leans down against me and kisses my back and into my neck as the feeling and blood start to return to my limbs.

“Did you like that?” he asks softly, like he didn't just destroy my pussy and make me ruin the sheets.

“Uh-huh,” I say breathlessly, giving him a thumbs up. He chuckles against my skin.

“Mmm, good. That was so hot, definitely one of the hardest orgasms of my life. I love testing your limits, exploring sex with you.”

“Me too, babe. I never imagined I’d love this, but its fucking incredible.” My breaths are still choppy as I turn towards him. He kisses my cheek and helps me sit up, and an overwhelming happiness fills me as we stare into each other’s eyes. “Merry Christmas, Colt.”

He smiles, pressing his lips to my hair and whispering, “Merry Christmas, Lay.”