I shouldn’t like what I see. I shouldn’t start salivating as soon as I see Colson Lutz’s enormous cock right next to my face. As if I don’t remember it…
I should shut my eyes and curl into a shameful ball on the floor. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? But, instead, a shiver runs through my core down to my legs as body memory kicks in. I remember every inch of him and what happened the last time I started taking off his clothes. And now, I just want to play his game and be as much of a prick as he’s being to me.
When I glance up, I notice he’s gazing down at me, biting his lip hard.
I feel a smile threatening to betray my scornful exterior, “What’s the matter, Colson?” I taunt him, my tone brimming with malice.
There’s a flash of excitement in his eyes as he shifts his weight and his mouth curls into a cruel smile, “You know I love hearing your pretty voice say my name, but you have five seconds to open your mouth and put my dick inside it.”
I glare up at him, “You might lose it.”
“Baby, baby, baby…” Colson whispers melodically with a shake of his head, “we both know you’re a terrible liar. Five…” he starts counting, “four…three…”
“Or what?” I shoot back.
Colson exhales with exasperation and reaches down, combing his fingers through my hair at the back of my skull. In an instant, he clenches his fist and gives my head a jerk, drawing a yelp from me.
He tilts my head back and leans down, “Or I choke you with it like a good little cum slut,” he snarls.
With a twitch of his shoulder, his muscles flex and he smacks me across my left breast. My jaw drops in shock and I wince, letting out a muted cry at the sudden sting radiating through my chest. Colson clenches my hair tighter, holding me still.
“You remember what that’s like, don’t you?” He cocks his head, “If you wanted me to face-fuck you, you should’ve just said so.”
Drawing a deep breath through my nose, I shift my eyes to Colson’s arm resting on my shoulder. I slowly exhale, my face softening when I meet his eyes. A moment later, he loosens his grip, understanding the subtle change in my demeanor. Part of me hates that we can still communicate through facial expressions alone. I hate even more that I lean into his hand when he starts gently massaging my scalp until the pain dissipates and all I feel are his fingertips sending electrical currents down my spine.
He releases my hair and drops his hands back to the edge of the cabinet. Fisting his base, my mouth falls open and I slide his cock over my tongue. All of a sudden, it’s four years ago and I’m back inside his Bronco, next to the river, on that dark highway, and inside his house. It’s just me and him in the dead of night and I don’t want to leave.
A dull hum builds in Colson’s chest as I lean into his hips and tongue the underside of his shaft, “God, baby, you’re still so good,” he groans under his breath, “so fucking good…”
A heatwave rushes through my stomach and down between my thighs. I should be disgusted, but his voice is like a mainline of dopamine. My hips relax and I sink further down, letting my jaw go slack so I can take him deeper. Goosebumps explode over my back while my muscles flex and contract with each utterance and sound he makes. My own body is betraying me. Reaching up, I run my other hand up Colson’s shirt, beneath his vest, to feel the contours of his muscles with each labored breath. And then I get curious.
As gently as I can, I slide my hand down to pull his pants lower on his hip, and then I feel them. My fingers brush over the familiar, raised streaks of flesh that aren’t like the rest. His muscles tense and he winces at my touch, but he doesn’t pull my hand away. His fingers wrap around my wrist and press my hand against his bare skin. I move my fingers ever so slightly, feeling the smooth tracks, but there are also rougher ones.
Much newer ones...
The tighter he squeezes my wrist and the more I feel his body heat against my palm, the more my heart feels like it’s going to liquify in my chest. It shouldn’t, but it does. It’s not supposed to, but it does. And before I can catch myself, an involuntary moan escapes my throat, making me cringe. But I can’t stop, the desperate breaths pour out, trailed by muted whimpers.
Colson curls one hand around the back of my neck, “Keep making noise for me,” he moans, “and finish me like a good girl.”
When he says it, I swear I feel myself gush and my legs almost collapse under me. I want to crumble into a million pieces all over the carpet. When I let out another whimper, he pulls me forward until his cock hits the back of my throat, eliciting a muted curse under his breath.
He weaves his fingers through my hair, “God, I need your throat,” he groans through his teeth, “show me how tight you get when you choke around me.”
Then Colson takes whatever shred of control I thought I had and decides to break me with it. He shows absolutely no mercy, pulling back and thrusting his cock into the back of my throat before I can even take a breath. My gag reflex catches and I lurch forward, grabbing the waist of his pants to brace myself. Tears well in my eyes and, no matter how hard I push against his hips, he has me in a vise grip. His pace changes and moments later I feel him shudder as a surge of warm liquid fills the back of my mouth.
Before I can catch my breath, Colson jerks my head off of him until I’m looking at the ceiling. He holds my head too far back for me to swallow, forcing me to breathe through my nose so I don’t drown in his cum. The corners of my eyes are wet with tears, his release dripping down the corners of my mouth and pooling on the back of my tongue. I’m still squeezing fistfuls of his pants, trying to keep my balance as my chest heaves.
Pushing off the cabinet, he plants his boots on either side of my knees and bends down, still gripping me by the hair and hovering directly over my face, “You still love when I fill your mouth, don’t you?” he murmurs, bringing his other hand up to squeeze my jaw in the crook of his thumb.
While holding my head steady, he sucks in his cheeks and shifts his jaw back and forth a couple times. Then he lowers his face to mine and spits a mouthful of saliva into my open mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, huffing a breath through my nose when I feel his spit sliding into the back of my throat.
Colson releases my jaw and hooks his index finger over my teeth, swirling it around over my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. When he takes it back out, he drags his finger across my mouth, smearing it over my lips until they’re painted with his slick opaque gloss.
“Swallow,” he commands.
Kneeling motionless between his legs, he lets me tilt my head forward again. I swallow hard, tasting his cum diluted with saliva, and a moment later, he jerks me to my feet and pushes me back onto the cabinet until my shoulders hit the wall.
“I knew you still liked drinking me straight,” Colson teases, “now lick off the only makeup you need to look pretty,” he flicks my bottom lip with his tongue, “and then thank me for it.”
He hovers over me, his hungry gaze drifting from my eyes to my mouth as he waits for me to comply. I close my eyes and clench my jaw in defeat, then slide my tongue over my lips, tasting his slick release again as I lick them clean.
He brushes his nose back and forth against mine, “Let me hear it.”
Maybe I can allow myself one moment, one moment where I don’t feel completely guilt-ridden and mortified. Would that be so terrible?
Yes, it would.
I’m already here, aren’t I? I’ve already taken his cock halfway down my throat and let him play mad scientist and treat my mouth like a test tube.
Fuck him, you didn’t let him do anything.
I try to rationalize—just like he said—try to decide whether to indict him or myself for what’s happening. But the longer I feel the heat radiating off his skin and inhale the sweet scent emanating from the heavenly place between his chest and throat, the voice of reason gets more distant. And when he opens his mouth again, I can’t hold back anymore.
“I don’t have all day, baby,” he breathes against my cheek, sending an agonizing current down my back and between my thighs.
“Thank you,” it comes out as a shaky whisper as I squash my trepidation and give in to temptation.
Clenching his t-shirt at the shoulder, I pull Colson to me and devour him, wrapping my other arm around his neck while his tongue explores my mouth in long, deep strokes. The deeper he kisses me, the more I feel my hips rolling into him. Until finally I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, pulling him even closer as his knives and keys and the rough Kevlar scrape against my chest through my thin shirt.
