Chapter 4 sensitive bundle of nerves. .

Wanting More

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Chapter 4

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Colt 🍒

I'm too focused on the woman in front of me to care about the very public sexual display going on. I briefly notice that the one who's watching looks familiar, but pay it no mind.

"Tell Ava I'm out, and I'll call her later," she yells into the watcher's ear.

Watcher looks at me and gives me the once-over, looking mildly curious. I barely hold in my snarl when he leans in and says something in her ear, his eyes never leaving mine.

Her hand is still in mine, and I want to yank her away from him. Seeing her so close to another man, knowing he can smell her sweet scent, infuriates me.

What the fuck is this?

I don't know this chick. Why the hell do I care who she gets close to? Yes, she's beautiful.

Yes, I want to fuck her until she can't walk for a week, and I plan to do just that. But I don't give a fuck who she's had before, or who she'll have after.

She's easy, sexy as all hell, and appears to take care of herself. I normally require knowing a girl for at least five minutes before I take her to bed, but with this one, I'll make an exception.

She pulls back from the guy and they share a private look, one I don't like at all.

"Call me when you get done," he says, barely loud enough for me to hear.

Is he her fucking keeper?

Is she a prostitute and he her pimp? Or is he just a concerned friend? As much as my body wants hers, I never do prostitutes, and I sure as shit won't start now.

We're in the middle of the parking lot when I pull her to a stop. I notice her hand shaking slightly in mine.

"Hold up there, baby." She turns to me, impatience warring in her eyes. She looks around, before bringing her eyes back to mine.

"You're not a whore, are you?"

I cringe once the words leave my mouth, and see the hurt and anger in her eyes. I guess I could have worded that better, but we need to settle this before we go any further.

She needs to understand that I don't pay for sex, and I won't sleep with a woman that trades for favors, either.

"No, I'm not," she practically snarls.

"What the hell was that back there? Is he your boyfriend? Do you two have some sort of open relationship?"

"No. He's just a friend that likes to watch after me." When she tries to pull her hand from mine, I grip it tighter.

"Look," she says, releasing a sigh. "If you don't want to do this, say so now. I can find someone else."

That idea has my jaw ticking and my head pounding. No fucking way will she find someone else as long as I'm standing right here.

I yank her forward until her chest meets mine. Both my arms wrap around her waist, and she brings her hands to my chest. She stares up at me with wide eyes.

I dip down to run my tongue along the seam of her lips, but she turns her head just before I make contact. Instead, I trail my lips to her ear.

"I definitely want this," I whisper, then nip her earlobe. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to have some jealous boyfriend or pimp after my ass."

I lift my head and look down at her. Her lips are parted and her breaths are quick. Even in the dark, I can see that her pupils are dilated. Her face is filled with lust and longing.

"What's your name, baby?"

She peeks her tongue out to lick her lips before answering. "Abigail. People call me Abby."

"Abby," I murmur, liking the way it sounds. It's a beautiful name. It fits her.

"I'm Colt."

"Blue," she says again. "I like Blue. I think that's what I'll call you."

I smile and lean down to place my lips over hers, but she stops me again by pulling away.

"Let's go to my place. My car is over there." She points to a cherry red Volkswagen Beetle. "You follow me."

"How far?"

"Twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes is far too long to go and not have at least a taste of her. Her eyes widen in surprise when I jerk her forward and she slams against my chest.

I try again to kiss her, and again she avoids me by turning her head away.

What the fuck?

"Give me your lips," I growl. The need to taste her is overwhelming.

"No. I don't kiss the men I sleep with." Her voice may sound strong, but there's an underlying hint of vulnerability as well.

"Why the fuck not?"

She shakes her head, before bringing her weary eyes back to mine. "Because it's too personal."

"Baby, we're about to get very personal. Kissing can't be any more personal than me sliding my cock inside your pussy." I emphasize this by grinding my hardness against her stomach.

Her eyes glaze over as she lets out a cute as fuck moan. Just when I think I've got her and lean down to take her lips again, she shakes herself from her lust-induced fog and pushes against me.

I cling to her like glue and pick her up, and she has no choice but to hug her legs around my waist. Since she doesn't want my kiss, something I find highly disappointing, I latch my lips onto her neck instead.

Her warm pussy meets my hard cock, forcing a deep groan from my throat. I stumble until her back meets something solid, and I grind harder against her.

She whimpers, and it sends sparks straight to my dick. She grips my hair, and I shove my hips forward, harder again.

I've lost all inhibitions when it comes to her. We're in a public fucking parking lot, for Christ's sake, and I can't find the will to care. I'm no better than the people inside the club behind us.

"Either let me go so we can go to my place," she moans to the black sky, "or fuck me right now."

I nip where her shoulder meets her neck, before pulling back and unwrapping her legs from around my waist.

"As much as I want to do that, I don't think the owner of this car will appreciate us fucking against it." I take a step back, satisfied she looks just as turned on as me.

"Lead the way. I'll follow."

She pushes her skirt down that rode up while I was riding her covered pussy. Licking her lips, she sends me a smoldering look before she smiles.

"Keep up. I'll see you in a few."

I turn to go to my truck, when I think of something. "Condoms. Do we need to get any?"

She's already headed to her little red Beetle, but turns and answers with a simple, "No."

I don't waste any time in making it to my truck. I see her tail lights and follow. I understand why she said to keep up; she likes to go fast. I wonder if she's the same with sex.

Does she like fast and rough, or slow and sweet? I get the sense it'll be the former, which is fine with me. I can definitely do rough.

Right on time, twenty minutes later, we're pulling into an apartment complex. I lock up my truck and walk over to the stairs that lead to the second and third level where she's standing.

She looks hot, and not in the sense that she's sexy. Sweat has broken out across her forehead, and her cheeks look pink. I take stock of the weather and note the cool breeze. She grabs my hand and practically drags me up the stairs.

"You okay?" I ask, as we walk up to a cream-colored door.

"Yes. I'm really horny, and need you to fuck me," she answers bluntly.

Okay, I can handle that. Fuck knows my body is vibrating with the need to fuck her as well.

She pulls a pair of keys from her small purse and unlocks the door in record time.

Dragging me through, I don't have time to look around before I'm pushed against the now closed door and her hands are in my hair.

Grabbing her ass, I hoist her up and turn around, forcing her back against the wall. I figured we'd maybe have drinks or talk first, but she clearly wants to skip the pleasantries and head straight for the good stuff.

I'm game.

When her legs lock around my hips, I release one hand from her ass to help her out of her shirt, as hers reach for the bottom of mine.

I help her by gripping the back and yanking it over my head. I stare down at the half cups of her bra that barely cover her nipples.

My mouth waters, so I pull one down and take a pink nipple into my hungry mouth. She tastes so fucking sweet. I feel the vibrations of her moan on my tongue, and it only makes me hungrier for her.

Her hips almost push me backwards with her forceful thrusts against my cock. I growl and rock into her. Her grip on my hair tugs my head back, and I look at her questionably.

"Take my bra off," she pants. "I want your mouth on my other nipple."

I oblige by reaching back with expert skill and unclip her bra. She maneuvers it off and it falls to the floor beside us. I suck the other nipple into my mouth, loving the way the hard tip feels against my tongue.

"Bedroom," I grunt.

"Down the hall, at the end."

Releasing her nipple, I place both hands back on her ass and walk down a dark hallway.

Her mouth latches onto my neck, and I nearly stumble because it feels so good. I love her mouth on me. I can't wait to have her mouth on other parts of my body.

The door is open at the end of the hallway, so I walk through and head straight for the bed. Her legs release my hips, and her feet land on the floor.

She immediately moves to the nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls out two condoms. She throws one on the bed and the other on top of the nightstand.

"Take your pants off," she says, almost nervously, as she works off her skirt.

I can't see that well in the room through the darkness, but I could swear she grimaces when she bends over to take her panties off.

The look is gone when she stands back up and walks over to me. My pants and briefs are at my knees.

Using her foot, she pushes them the rest of the way down. Next, her hand goes to my cock, and it jerks in her palm when she gives it a stroke.

"Fuck," I hiss.

"Now, Blue. I need you now," she begs. The name she's given me, and the sound of her pleas make my already hard cock swell even more.

She releases me after a few more strokes and sits on the bed with her legs wide, inviting me to take her.

She scoots back and grabs the condom. Bringing it to her mouth, she bites down on a corner and rips it open, spitting the small portion from her mouth onto the bed beside her.

Fuck! I've never had a woman want it so bad before.

I crawl between her legs and reach for the condom, before she has a chance to put it on me herself.

"You just lay there, baby, and let me do this."

I slip it on, gritting my teeth when my hand slides against the hard flesh. This woman has my ability to stay in control wearing thin.

Once the condom is in place, I fall forward and brace my hands on either side of her head. Through the dark, her blazing green eyes stare up at me, begging me in their depths to sink inside her willing body. For some reason, I want to take my time with her, to cherish her body and take her slowly.

By the way she's arching up into me, trying to mold her body with mine, I don't think she'll allow that.

She sucks in a sharp breath when my dick makes contact with her soft, wet flesh. Her legs squeeze around my waist, trying to draw me down closer. I know what she wants.

"You want this dick inside you, baby?" I taunt, letting the tip slide against her clit.

Her nails dig into my back, almost painfully.

"Yes," she hisses, rocking her hips up, trying to pull me in deeper. "Stop screwing around and fuck me."

"Say please." I know I shouldn't push her. It's mean, and downright dirty, but I like seeing the desperation in her eyes.

I grunt when her nails rake down my back to my ass.

She doesn't answer. Instead, she digs her heels in my upper thighs and grips my ass cheeks with her claws, at the same time she angles her hips just right and lifts herself up.

She only manages to slip an inch of me inside her. I grin and take pity on her. Still bracing my arms beside her head, I slam my hips forward.

She cries out at the unexpected intrusion into her body. I see black spots behind my closed eyelids. Never in my fucking life have I felt a pussy as tight, or as good as hers.

"Holy fucking hell," she breathes out below me.

I slowly drag my hips back and drive forward. I do this over and over again. My eyes can't decide if they want to stay pinned on her bouncing tits or her rapture-filled face.

My body is strung tight, every muscle tense with pleasure. I grunt and groan and fuck my cock into her willing cunt.

She lifts her legs higher up my waist. I throw them over my arms and lean back down, nearly folding her in half.

I obviously hit her sweet spot with the new position, because she starts thrashing her head from side to side, crying out her pleasure. Her tightness damn near strangles my dick. It's a good kind of pain that I want more of.

"Oh my God, harder. Fuck me harder," she moans.

Fucking hell! This woman can take a lot. If I fuck her much harder, there won't be anything left of either of us.

Still, I give her what she wants.

"You want more?" She nods. "Hold on tight, baby," I warn, before slipping my arms beneath her back and grabbing her shoulders.

Keeping my eyes glued to her delirious ones, and using a strength I normally wouldn't use while fucking a woman, I slam my hips forward, at the same time I pull her down by her shoulders.

The force is so strong, it's nearly painful when my pubic bone crashes against the underside of her thighs. She seems to think it's the best fucking feeling in the world, though.

She screams as her walls clamp down on me. Her nails dig holes into my ass, and her legs grip me like she never plans to let go.

Her release triggers my own. Every single molecule of my body has tiny sparks running through it. My muscles spasm as intense pleasure rushes through my limbs.

My cock throbs and my teeth grind together as I pump my seed into the condom covering my cock, suddenly and irrationally wishing I was bare, and her pussy was filling with my cum.

I release her legs and they drop down beside my hips, and my forehead lands on her shoulder.

Our chests heave against the others with our harsh breathing, and our hearts pound rapidly in an unsteady rhythm.

I lay a kiss against her neck, roll to my side, and dispose of the condom by tying the end and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. It takes me several moments before I can catch my breath.

When I look over at her, her eyes are content, and she looks sated as fuck, leaving me feeling more satisfied than I've ever felt after being with a woman.

I'm not sure what it is about her, but I know she's different. I know deep down in my gut she's going to wreck me in ways that could completely destroy me.

I may have just met her tonight, but I have no doubt in my mind she'll play a big role in my future.

Abby💕

I feel his eyes on me, but I don't turn to look. Truth be told, I'm scared of what I might see.

Of all the guys I've slept with, and believe me, there have been way more than I could ever count, I've never had one give me as much pleasure so fast as the guy beside me.

I call him Blue because I don't want to use his real name. It makes it too personal. Just like with kissing. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt a connection, even through the hatred he showed. It was an intense connection I've never felt before. I didn't like it.

When I ran into him tonight, I wanted to ignore it, ignore him, but my treacherous body wouldn't allow it. The cramps were getting unbearable, and I had just started my search for my guy for the night.

The first thing I noticed was the tight, muscled chest. Unconsciously, my nails dug their way into the hardness.

Next was his heady scent; woodsy, soap, and all male, a smell that had my body vibrating. Luckily, I was still coherent enough to hold back from leaning forward and sniffing him.

His dark brown hair was thick, and just long enough to touch his ears. His face was covered with a light dusting of stubble, just like the first night, and just the way I like my men.

He's tall, well built, and very masculine. When I looked up into his eyes, I was struck dumb. They were the most amazing eyes I had ever seen.

They were a gorgeous blue, that reminded me of the Caribbean. It would be so easy to get lost in them.

The only thing that pulled me out was the knowledge that he was the guy from a couple nights ago, that practically slapped me in the face with his sneering look.

Even still, it didn't take me long to be captured once again by his eyes, and his hands that were creeping toward my ass.

My body responded with a "hell yes!" before I could stop it. He's the perfect package.

What surprised me the most was when I almost let him kiss me in the parking lot. I wanted his lips on mine.

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I never want a man's lip on me, ever. I was curious about his taste, something else that's never happened before. I had to force the thoughts away before I did something I knew I would regret later.

The bed shifts beside me, and a second later, his hard cock is laying against my hip as he rolls to face me. His hand lands just below my tits.

I look down at his dick, then up at him. He's leaning up with his elbow on the mattress, his head in his hand. I raise a brow, slightly amused that his body still seems unsatisfied, when I know damn good and well he just had one of the best sexual experiences of his life.

That's not me being conceited, that's me knowing by the way he took me, and his reaction when he had his orgasm.

His eyes twinkle when he looks down at where my eyes just were. "Sorry, not sorry. I can't help if he wants more."

"You didn't get enough the first time?" I ask, but I'm silently glad he still wants more.

Normally, I'm satisfied with having a man once a night, but tonight, my body is demanding more too.

"Oh, I got enough. I just want more."

He leans down and trails his tongue between my breasts, sending a shiver straight down to my clit. It pulses and throbs, begging to be stimulated.

"Normal guys need recovery time." I moan and arch my back, hoping he'll take the hint and pull a nipple into his mouth.

He doesn't, but does do something I like more. His fingers lightly slide down my stomach and head toward my needy clit. He stops just before he makes contact.

"You'll find that I'm not like most guys," he says, then uses his wicked fingers to flick my sensitive bundle of nerves.

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To be continued