“Am I scaring you, Brett?” he grins as my breaths get shorter, “Keep shaking for me. The more scared you are, the tighter you get.”
He senses the orgasm building and as soon as I’m at the edge, he stills his hand again and waits for it to dissipate.
“You just sat there?” I clench my teeth in irritation, “For hours?”
“Well, I didn’t just sit there,” Colson starts moving his fingers again, “you’re a sound sleeper, so I looked around your room to learn more about you. But after that,” he cocks his head with a diabolical grin, “I was pretty turned on.”
Oh, God…
I should be horrified, but I’m not. Not when my eyes are rolling back as he’s trying to fit his giant cock inside me, detonating every single one of my nerve endings as he goes. Instead, the thought of Colson kneeling next to my bed, jerking off to me sleeping feels like the sweetest compliment I’ve ever received. So much so that I let myself collapse the rest of the way onto him, sending a dizzying rush all the way up to my head. When my ass hits his thighs, my jaw drops and I let out a long crackling moan like I’m about to split in two.
“Fuck, Brett,” Colson grits his teeth, “look at you, taking me like such a good girl. I knew you’d like that...”
And I do. I’ve fallen through a black hole into some alternate universe where I’m overcome with a sick sense of flattery. There’s nothing but fuzzy tunnel vision and all I can hear is Colson’s deep voice murmuring in my ear.
“You woke up once,” he continues, “and you looked right at me. I know you saw me. I even touched you. I ran my fingers over your forehead into your hair and, after a few seconds, your eyes rolled back and closed again.”
This time, when I pull back and look into his aquamarine eyes—the same ones etched in my mind that shouldn’t exist—I’m struck with a frenzied and chaotic mess of horror and relief.
“I know your face,” I crackle out in a whisper.
“Yes, Honeybee,” Colson brushes his lips against mine, “you met me in your dreams. Except you get what no one else does, you get to keep me even after you wake up.”
I’m afraid—terrified—but the rush of adrenaline only feeds the carnal hunger that blinds me. This time, when I move with him, he doesn’t stop. His fingers move faster as he drags my soul out of my body with agonizing intensity. Now that I have all of him, I raise up on my knees and grab the edge of his headboard. Maybe if I ride him hard enough, I’ll tear myself apart before he does.
“Is that what you like hearing—how obsessed I am with you?” Colson’s tone turns harsh and condescending, “How you made me love you even while you fucked another man?”
His words hit like a freight train and the anger in his voice scratches an itch I never knew I had.
“Then where were you? What were you waiting for?” My voice cracks as the words tumble from my mouth, “Some fucking stalker!”
We press our foreheads together, baring our teeth at one another like wolves fighting over a carcass. Even now, I want to fight him, drive him mad, make him lose control, and it only makes me want him more.
“Are you going to tell everyone you begged your stalker to fuck you like a little slut after I told you what I did?” he snarls, grabbing my ass with both hands and slamming me down on his cock over and over.
His angle hits its mark deep inside me and shoots the most amazing sensation through my core.
“Oh my god, Colsss…I’m gonna…” I tug against the headboard, howling into his ear while I fuck him as hard as I can.
Colson grabs the back of my neck, “How sick are you?” he growls into my cheek as I cry out.
When the orgasm hits, I bring myself down hard, cursing and screaming his name, taking all of him while I gasp for air like I’m drowning.
As soon as I still, Colson grabs my hips and lifts me off of him, pulling out so fast that I let out a shriek. Then he ducks under my arms and rolls out from under me, leaving me a crumpled and bound mess on his pillows. I bury my head in the crooks of my elbows, out of breath as the aftershocks ravage me.
Colson grabs my hips from behind and jerks my ass up, “You’re a sick girl, Brett Ashley,” my eyes fly open when he says my name, “almost as sick as me.”
I wince in pain, “How do you know my middle name?” The slash he gave me still stings, and when I glance down, I realize I’m bleeding onto his white pillows.
“I told you I learned a lot about you while you were sleeping,” Colson holds my hip with one hand, my legs still shaking, and notches himself at my entrance with the other, “plus, your name is from the only book I remember reading in high school.” Colson runs his hand down my waist and over the curve of my ass, “Lady Brett Ashley, she was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht. And you missed none of it with that wool jersey…”
Is he seriously reciting Hemingway while I’m tied to his bed and he’s about to rail me from behind?
Before I can respond, Colson rams his cock so far inside me, for a moment I think he’s penetrated my damn cervix. I let out another shriek, gripping the edge of the headboard with white knuckles as he jerks my hips back and forth, thrusting as deep as he can. I can’t breathe, my lungs are frozen, petrified in shock while I take his beating. He keeps going, not letting up until my staccato breaths morph into high-pitched moans. All I can hear are the curses under his breath and the sound of his hips smacking against my ass like the crack of a whip.
“Some fucking stalker, huh?” Colson gives a cruel chuckle as he slows enough for me to catch my breath, “I promise I won’t disappoint you again, Honeybee. I’ll use you up and take what I want, whenever I want.”
He switches his rhythm and gives me three short pumps followed by two long, hard ones, making my muscles contract and my eyes roll back each time I think he can’t get any deeper.
“Is it still stalking if I want you to find me,” I whimper between breaths, “and do this to me every day?”
“Do what to you, baby?” he starts fucking me faster, “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
“Touch me,” I say in a high-pitched moan, “touch me so I can come again with you.”
Colson slides a hand between the crease of my thigh and starts rubbing quick circles around my clit, “I’ll always find you, Brett, whether you want me to or not. You’re my home now, the one I’ll always come back to.”
“Maybe I want you to find me,” his belt digs into my wrists while I roll my hips and pull him deeper, “maybe I don’t want to run.”
“Then tell me what I am to you,” he growls, “say it.”
“You’re—” I feel the wave cresting as he thrusts harder and faster, until I cry out the last words, “you’re my only.”
My hips convulse at his touch and I scream into the crook of my elbows as the second orgasm rocks through me. His belt digs into my wrists, but I hardly feel it. My shrieks send Colson over the edge and he buries his cock in me so violently, my spine cracks and my ribs jolt with every thrust. The headboard shudders under my hands as Colson pitches forward and grabs onto the edge.
He grabs my throat and jerks my face up to the ceiling, “Fuck, baby,” he grinds out, gripping the wood with white knuckles as he comes, Slam “You’re—” Slam “So—” Slam “Fucking—” Slam “Perfect.”
Stars flash like fireworks the harder Colson squeezes my throat, but I’m not sure whether they’re in his windows or in my head. I shudder when he pulls out, only for him to grab my ankles and jerk my legs out from under me. He grabs my hips and flips me over, twisting my wrists tighter in the belt.
