Page 32 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I have yet to hear back from Kenneth’s publicist so I’m hoping whatever they’re trying to deal with has been snuffed out. Or at least they have decided to keep Spencer out of whatever it is. Either way is fine with me. I have enough going on myself I don’t need to deal with anything involving that asshole.

Speaking of assholes, Colton is coming back today, and I’m conflicted.

On one hand, the distance from him is nice because it helps me not feel like I’m going insane because when he’s nearby I seem to lose all rational thought. On the other hand, I have yet to get myself off without him and aside from that, I kind of miss him.

Ew, who am I?

Colton sent me a text before their plane took off earlier and I’m pacing thinking if I should pull a disappearing act on him or just go with the flow. I feel like my hard to get game has been thrown out the window at this point and wonder what would happen if I gave in and stopped fighting. Maybe it would take away the fun for him and he would finally leave me alone.

Which I may not want anymore.

Sighing, I look back at the texts he sent and decide I’m going to try going along with it. Just this once and if it backfires then I’ll have proved that everyone eventually leaves.

Colton: Get ready for a ride.

Colton: On my bike, get your mind out of the gutter, Baby Collee.

The weather is cold, so I dress in jeans and a hoodie over my long sleeve t-shirt before plopping onto my couch. Ellie hops up next to me, settling in her spot on the cushion next to mine.

“Are you going to be nice to him again?” I ask. She settles with her head on her paws, and I take that as a yes. I hope we both don’t regret it.

It isn’t much longer before there’s a knock on my front door. I take a steady breath before opening it to reveal the tall, broad, tattooed hockey player whose life mission is to bother me to the point of insanity.

At least it used to be.

“Hey Princess,” he greets with a wide smile as he steps forward, taking my face in his hands and pressing a hard kiss to my lips before I’m even able to say anything else. The kiss effectively steals my breath away, but also ends too soon. “If I tell you I missed you, will you admit you did too? ”

“I’m willingly going with you, let’s not push your luck,” I retort.

He chuckles, “Get your pretty ass on the back of my bike.” He taps said ass as I walk back to grab my phone and keys.

We get outside and I let him put the helmet on me, adjusting it for me before putting on his own. I get on the motorcycle after him, plastering my body against his, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He starts the machine and the loud engine and vibration underneath us has me tightening my hold before he takes off.

I’m unfamiliar with the roads we’re on, but I hardly focus on the surroundings. I’m mostly focused on the way I’m holding onto Colton. How my legs are hugging his hips, how the spot between them is pressed against him as the bike vibrates. If I wasn’t already so pent up from the last time we were together and still not getting any relief I may be able to control myself.

But that’s not the case, which is why I find myself slightly rubbing against him just to get some steady friction. We end up at a stoplight on a deserted street. Colton lifts up his visor and turns to look at me over his shoulder.

“You keep rubbing your pussy on me, we aren’t going to get to where we’re going,” he threatens.

Leaning into him even more. “You going to fuck me in the middle of this intersection instead?”

“Don’t tempt me, Princess. I’ll do it.”

The light turns green, and Colton waits an extra beat before taking off once again. We continue on the mountain roads. I’m unsure where we’re going and for once not even worrying about it.

We slow down and he parks in a dirt lot, but there’s no one else around as we get off the bike. When I take in our surroundings all I see is frost covered trees.

“What is this place?” I ask.

“A place to be alone.” He shakes out his hair after taking off the helmet.

“Because either of our places isn’t ‘alone’ enough for you?” I joke.

“You caught me, I wanted an excuse to have you pressed against me.”

I let out a small grin, walking toward him until our chests are almost touching. “And now what are you going to do about it?”

“You’re going to tell me one thing first.”

“What?” I narrow my eyes, wondering if this is going to ignite another fight.

“Did you come while I was gone?” He smirks like he already knows the answer.

“If I did?”

“Then you’ll be punished again.” He leans closer, his lips grazing my ear, “But this time it would be for lying to me.”

“How would you know I’m lying? ”

“Because, Princess, I can feel how needy you are from here. You’re needy for something only I can give you and we both know it.”

My thighs press together at the reminder that he’s right. He’s so right, but I don’t want to admit it. I refuse to admit it. I can’t admit it.

“Answer me. Did. You. Come?” He crowds me against the side of his bike. I love that I can look up at him since it’s so rare for me but at six-foot-five I have to crane my neck to meet his stormy eyes. And once I do, I forget about fighting this. Just this once.

“No. I tried, but I…I couldn’t,” I practically whisper the last word.

He’s on me less than a second later. One hand tangled in my hair, the other wrapping around me as his mouth attacks mine in a vicious kiss. It’s like he’s making up for the last week as he kisses the life out of me. His tongue invades my mouth, teeth nipping at my bottom lip. There’s no sweetness between us. This is pure primal lust and need.

Which is why I can’t help the way my hands slide up his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath. I run my nails along his abs, and he growls against my lips before biting them so hard I’m yelping which only makes him plunge his tongue in deeper, kissing me even more thoroughly than before which I didn’t think was possible.

Colton pulls his lips away from mine, but his grip on my waist tightens like he’s struggling to hold onto his control. And there’s something about that which makes me want to jump him even more.

“You couldn’t make yourself come? Not even when you thought about me?”

I shake my head.

“Not even when you thought of the way it feels when I’m eating your delicious pussy? The way she’s always so desperate for me?”

I take in a quick breath, and clench my thighs even tighter, needing some sort of friction as I shake my head again.

“Not even when you thought about how it feels when my cock is inside you? When I’m fucking you so hard and all you want is more.”

I bite back a quiet moan. I can’t even respond anymore; I just need him to touch me.

“None of that was enough to get you off? You need me to help you, Princess?”

I nod. “Please, Colton.”

“ Fuck, I love the way my name sounds coming from your mouth. Let’s see how loud you can scream it.”

His mouth is on mine again, and he’s not stopping, but I don’t want him to. Ever. His hand moves from my hair to collar my throat and I’m melting in his arms. His grip on my waist tight as he holds me against his body where I feel the hard erection press against my stomach .

I want more.

I need more.

Reaching down between us, I undo his belt and unbutton his pants eagerly. He chuckles against my lips.

“So eager for me, Princess. Need me to make your pussy feel better? So desperate for me to make you come.”

“ Please, ” I reach into his pants to grip him tightly in my fist.

He only allows me a single stroke before pulling my hand out, grabbing my hips, turning me roughly, and shoving me down against the motorcycle. He covers my body with his, so I can feel him against my ass.

He speaks as he reaches around, unbuttoning my jeans, “Told you, I’d bend you over my bike. Now I’m going to fuck you like this to remind you and your cunt why you couldn’t come without me.”

Colton shoves my pants and underwear down just below my ass, pulling back to look. “Already dripping for me. You and your pretty pussy have been missing me.”

I muffle my whimper with my arm, but I know he heard it anyway when he chuckles.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be taking care of both of you. I know you want to be a good girl for me this time.”

I try to shift my legs slightly, but they’re trapped by the fabric around them. It doesn’t matter anyway because Colton is back to touching me, sliding his hand up the back of my thigh, up to my ass and I almost collapse over the semi-innocent, barely there touch.

“Colton,” I whine when he continues trailing his fingers along my skin, but never touching me in any spot that I want him to.

“Yeah, Princess?” I hear the smirk in his voice, but I’m at a point I don’t even care anymore. I want the depraved things only he can give me. I want it all.

“Please fuck me.”

He groans, leaning over me again, “I knew you could submit so beautifully for me.”

Without wasting anymore time, he brings his hand around, running a finger along my slit. I want to spread my legs wider but can’t. Then he shoves a thick finger inside me, and I cry out from how good it feels. Mine didn’t even come close to how it feels when it’s him and I’m already about to combust from just this. Since I can’t move my legs apart it’s a tight fit and I don’t care, I just start to grind against his hand, chasing the orgasm I’ve attempted to give myself.

“So desperate, so fucking needy all for me. Your pussy is soaked, I’m going to make you come on my hand, then I’m going to taste how much you’ve missed me before you get my cock. How does that sound?”

I nod. “Yes, please, I just need ah–” I can’t finish my sentence because he curls his finger, rubbing against my G-spot and I see stars. This time my knees really do buckle, but he uses his other hand to hold me up .

“I know what you need.”

And he does. He really does.

Which is only proven more when his palm rubs against my clit while rubbing my inner walls and I’m detonating in only a few seconds. The orgasm hits me so hard I couldn’t hold back my scream if I wanted to. I’m pretty sure I black out for a second at the power of the release.

I think I hear Colton praise, “That’s my girl,” but I really can’t be sure because I swear, I lose the ability to see and hear for a second as my body comes down.

Before I’m even fully aware again I’m being turned around, lifted, and laid down on the bike seat. I’m barely able to lift my head in time to watch Colton rip my pants all the way off, drop to his knees, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and burying his face between them.

My head falls back on a loud moan the second his mouth is on me. I’m overstimulated, but also wanting more. Already feeling myself building toward another orgasm the moment his tongue flicks against my clit. I squeeze my thighs against his head, and he groans against me, licking a long languid trail up my pussy before looking up at me.

“Keep squeezing my head, Princess, the next time I have you in my bed you’re going to sit on my face so I can drown from how much I make your pussy flood for me.”

Diving back down, he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out again. One of his hands slides up my body, under my shirt, squeezing a breast, he roughly pulls the cup of my bra away to tug at my nipple at the same time his tongue dips lower, fucking me with it.

It has taken effectively no time at all to be close to yet another orgasm and I want to be embarrassed by that because it’s just proving him right even more, but I can’t fight it. Everything feels too good, and I might actually lose it if he were to stop.

“Give it to me,” he says against me, moving back to my clit, flicking his tongue against it rapidly. When he presses two fingers inside, I lose it, crying out another orgasm. There’s an unfamiliar flooding feeling and when I’m able to I look down at Colton worried about what just happened.

His chin is actually dripping and the smile on his face has me confused and mortified at the same time.

“Wha–” I start to question, but he rises up, standing over me.

“You squirted, Princess and that was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Open.”

I don’t have it in me to question anything anymore. So, I do what he says, opening my mouth slightly, but he grips my chin, opening my mouth wider, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down. He lets the mix of his spit and my cum fall into my mouth, landing right on the tattoo I keep hidden.

“Now, that’s a good girl for me.” His thumb rubs along the two words inked there.

Flicking my tongue out, I lick his finger, tasting the tang from my cum mixed with him. He pushes it in further into my mouth, closing my lips around him and sucking. I graze my teeth lightly across his skin and it has him pulling out of my mouth quickly replacing it with his lips on mine roughly.

He kisses me like he needs me more than air and I take it all greedily. Wrapping my legs around his waist I attempt to push his pants off with my feet, quickly becoming frustrated when it’s taking too long.

Colton is clearly impatient at this point too because he works them down enough to free his dick from the confines, lines up with me and shoves forward, fully seating himself in a single thrust. I scream at the quick intrusion, clenching down on him as I try to adjust.

“There she fucking is,” he practically growls.

I melt against the bike seat where I’m still lying, my head falling off the edge because I can’t hold it up any longer. Suddenly, I’m being lifted up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

With an impressive show of strength, he holds me up completely while pulling back, then thrusting forward again. I can’t help but meet his thrusts, grinding as best I can from this angle.

“Bounce on my cock, Princess, you can do it. Take what you need from me.” He grips my thighs tightly, guiding me to do what he’s demanding.

It’s a little hard at first, but then he groans, and it lights a fire inside me that has me doubling down as I move harder and faster against him. He continues to fuck up into me while I bounce and grind. My moans increase as I feel another orgasm starting, but then he lifts me off him, and bends me over the bike again.

There’s no more teasing or taking anything slow. This is pure primal need as he slams into me again, this angle hitting everything I need perfectly. When his hand comes down slapping against my ass I push back harder.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good. Give me one more.”

He rubs the area he just hit, then slides his fingers to where we’re joined, collecting the wetness I’m dripping with before moving up to my ass, and pressing a finger to the tight hole, not pushing in just adding pressure. I moan and push back, silently giving him permission.

The second the tip of his finger pushes inside I lose it. Coming so hard I lose my balance. Colton pushes his body against mine, keeping me up as his thrusts increase as he chases his own release.

“Ask for my cum, Princess. Ask nicely for me to fill this pussy up.”

I’m so drunk on orgasms and the perfect way he’s filling me now just makes me want more and to never stop. Which is why I say words I never thought I’d say to Colton Wheeler.

“Come inside me, Colton, I want to feel you leaking out of my pussy.”

That does it for him.

He comes with a loud groan, and I feel his cock swell right before he goes off, completely filling me .

We are both sated and breathless. I wait for the regret to kick in, the urge to push him away. But it doesn’t happen. Not even when he pulls out, swiping his fingers up my thigh where his cum is dripping out of me. Not even when he uses those same fingers to push it back inside me.

“This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. You did so good for me.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head.

With a gentleness I didn’t know he possessed, he helps me get my pants back on. I’m not sure what to say, and once we’re both dressed, I expect him to rush to get us out of here and take me home.

Instead, he pulls my body against his, and kisses me. This time isn’t rough or rushed, it’s soft and almost…sweet. His tongue teases my lips and I let him in. He kisses me tenderly like I’m something precious to be savored.

When we pull apart, the look in his stormy eyes is something I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. I don’t know what it means, and I refuse to read too much into it.

“Let’s go to my house,” he says, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

All I can do is nod.

As we drive back to his place I can’t help but wonder what’s happening. I don’t hate it, but I do know that it’s scaring me. I’ve been comfortable with my dislike for this man, but right now that’s not what I’m feeling.

Not even close.