Maybe I am losing it like people think. Maybe I’m getting more unhinged by the day. Every aspect of my life is twisted to the point where I’m jealous of Colson Lutz and kissing him feels like solace. Even though so much of it is his fault…
Colson nods, “I’ll take you home with me,” then he grabs my thighs and rocks forward to stand, “but if I do, you’re not leaving.” He spins and lowers me down, rolling my back flat against the hood, “It’ll be where you live, now.”
The metal feels warm against my back as he hovers over me, running his hand up my torso and pushing my shirt up past my navel.
“Or do you just want me to fuck you on the hood of my car?” his eyes remain locked on mine, “Maybe you’re finally ready to have some real fun with me again.”
Yes, I do…
“It’d be nice,” he continues, cocking his head, “the blue paint makes your hair pop and you’re at the perfect angle for me to make your tits bounce like hell. You have phenomenal skin, too…want me to pull out and come all over it or you want me dripping out of you instead?”
I fidget beneath him, my muscles trembling, “Would you fuck me the way you did last time?”
“That’s the only way I will,” he leans over me and plants one hand on the warm metal next to my chest, “or if you’re still having a crisis of conscience, you’re welcome to watch me have all the fun…”
Holding my gaze, he pulls up his shirt and slides his hand into his pants, reaching deeper until he draws in a breath and starts to slowly stroke his cock. His eyes start to move over me, staring ravenously while he pumps it faster.
“Fuck, Colson…” I murmur, rolling my head in frustration.
“I already told you once, Honeybee,” his words become low and airy, “the next time I’m deep inside you, you’re going to tell me I’m your only,” he lets out a deep moan as he grinds against his fist with a crooked smile, “and I will be your only.”
I press my mouth together with a long blink, trying to still my hips and not focus on the fact that I can feel the liquid heat pooling between my legs.
“Until then,” he groans, “you can keep fantasizing that it’s my dick fucking you raw.” He casts me a pensive glance, “How many mornings of waking up without me until it drives you insane?”
I reach up with both hands, stroking the sides of his neck, “Let me make you come, Colson,” I plead, staring into his pale blue eyes so that he might change his mind.
“You are,” he smirks.
“No,” I throw my head to the side with irritation, “I mean inside me.”
“Fuck, baby…” he slows his strokes and leans down until his face is just inches from mine, “don’t move a muscle and I’ll give you what you want.”
I take a breath and lower my arms, pressing my fingertips against the hood. I want to move against him, but he’s too tall and too far away for me to get even close. Instead, I have to do what he says and just lay there beneath him while he does exactly what he did when he followed me home years ago. Except, this time, I willingly watch him do it.
“You want to know what I was doing for the last three years?” he starts pumping harder, his mouth falling open, “I tried to forget you, like you wanted, but it didn’t work. I just thought about all the things I’d do to you when I found you again. And when I did, I decided to make you hate me for a different reason.”
Colson sinks down on top of me, brushing his nose up the side of my face as his labored breaths tickle my cheek. My mouth falls open when I feel his fist grinding against my pelvis, but his touch isn’t for me, it’s only a cruel byproduct while my own agonizing arousal goes utterly ignored.
On reflex, I lift my hand and he senses it without even seeing it, “Don’t…move,” he growls, giving me a start.
I go still and lay my hand back down on the hood, muscles trembling with agitation while I listen to his groans under his breath and feel each movement that brings him closer to release.
“Do you still like the pain I give you, Brett?” Colson murmurs, “because this kind is so much worse than my knife slicing through you.” He presses his forehead against mine, “But you need it like a bee needs honey. You’re so desperate for one thing that you’ll abandon the comfort of your safe life and forsake all others just to feel me inside you. Do you like when I deny you that?”
I close my eyes, pressing my mouth together as I squirm uncontrollably beneath him.
“Let me edge the fuck out of you until you can’t take it. And then leave you like that,” he growls through clenched teeth, pumping faster, “let me see you suffer, Honeybee.”
Suddenly, his muscles go rigid and his jaw trembles as he lets out a sharp breath that slowly crescendos into a deep groan. Once it’s over, he straightens up, taking in my flustered body before he tilts his head from side to side, stretching and cracking his neck.
Colson pushes off the hood and straightens up, glancing down at his pants, “Oh, sorry,” he snickers, “I made you a promise.”
He pulls his fist out of his pants and reaches forward with his other hand, grabbing the waistband of my shorts and jerking them away from my stomach. Before I can say a word, he plunges his fist down the front of my shorts and my jaw drops as his hand splays out, landing with a wet smack between my thighs. I grab his wrist, gasping as his fingers curl around my groin and he vigorously rubs his cum over my skin, finally sliding two fingers in and out of me for good measure.
I stare up at him in shock as he retracts his hand from my shorts, letting his arm fall to his side. He stares right back, his jeweled eyes blazing with both satisfaction and contempt.
“How did it feel?”
I look away, trying to refocus, but too distracted by the fresh, sticky coat of his release he just smeared between my legs.
Finally, I turn back to him with an exasperated sigh, “Why can’t you ever just have a normal interaction with someone?”
Colson extends one hand to me and, inexplicably, I take it and let him pull me upright, “Like I said, this is our normal. And you shouldn’t derive any pleasure from leaving me, so, until you decide not to leave, it’s only going to get worse.”
I glare up at him, “So, if I am going insane and you finish the job, I’ll think you’re normal, after all?”
“Well,” he shoots me an endearing smile, “if you didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t have spread your legs for me, would you?” then he tosses his head to the side, “Now get the fuck off of my car—until you decide to behave.”
I still can’t get used to how similar Colson and Bowen can be—like I walked into some portal between two alternate universes. Are they each some metaphysical manifestation of good and evil? Except, depending on the day, I can’t tell which is which.
Colson rounds the bumper to the driver’s side door and throws it open. I watch him collapse into his seat and, with a weary breath and a not-so-subtle roll of my eyes, I turn and start trudging toward the entrance to the trail.
“Hey,” he calls after me, “where do you think you’re going?”
I nod down the path with a scowl, “Back to the beginning of the trail—where my car is.”
“You think I’d let my girl walk all the way back by herself?” he nods to his passenger seat, “Get in.”
