Page 23 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
I couldn’t run out of the room now. I wanted this too bad. And anything that happened after this was literally out of my hands.
While he pushed his hand in my jeans and his fingers stroked my swollen clit, I thought about what I was going to tell the inspector. How would I explain it to the rest of the precinct?
I got drunk and woke up married to the mafia, and then I chose to keep sleeping with him because…because? I wanted to?
A moan escaped my lips when his fingers slid into me. His thumb pressed my clit, rubbing and stroking me in a soft rhythm that took over my body. His mouth was still on mine, taking control of me. I was so wet for him, his fingers slid in my cream as he thrust harder.
This definitely didn’t feel like a job.
I gasped like an idiot when Colin peeled my jeans off me. He grabbed my knees and pushed my legs to the side, kneeling on the carpet between my thighs.
My paties were on the floor already, and he peered into my eyes with that devilish look on his face. A look that told me he knew exactly how much I wanted this. He knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming when his mouth was on me.
I curled towards him, grabbing a fistful of his soft brown hair as his mouth pressed into my pussy. I cried out with delight when he licked me, long and slow. He licked me like I was a melting popsicle and he had to finish me.
I fell back on the bed again, my arms splayed on either side while his mouth took control. His tongue slid in me, flicked my clit, sucked and tasted. He made loud slurping sounds while he brought me close to the edge. Then he stopped, moving his mouth away from me. I could feel his hot breath falling on my wet dripping pussy.
I looked at him, pleading with him to finish me off. My whole body shook from the turbulent waves of a coming orgasm.
“Colin…” I murmured his name.
He took off his pants. I almost cried out with joy.
His cock was hard and he stroked himself a few times. He didn’t take his eyes off me and neither did I, off of him.
Then he positioned himself between my legs again and pushed himself into me with a satisfied groan.
He was big and strong inside me. I hadn’t forgotten what he felt like when he was there—but still, it felt good. It felt better than good. Whatever it was.
The best? Glorious? Unearthly?
I came almost as soon as he started thrusting his cock in me. The bed shook with his thrusts and he grinned. Delighted with the control he had over me.
I didn’t care about his ego at that moment.
The orgasm I was experiencing was nothing like I’d experienced before.
This didn’t feel like another random one-night stand. This felt like more.
Like we were connected to each other in some way. Like he could read my thoughts.
Colin plowed his cock in me, repeatedly thrusting, grunting and then he came too. Every muscle in his body was taut and hard. He was at an angle against the bed, pushing in and out of me, almost like he was doing crunches. He didn’t break a sweat. It didn’t even look like hard work to him.
I kept my legs stretched apart as wide as I could until he was done.
Then he pulled himself out of me while I felt a trickle of his cum on my thighs.
I was panting, completely rendered breathless. Colin straightened up and walked back to the mini fridge.
All I could do was just lie there on the bed and stare at him while he examined the fridge’s contents. Then he turned to me abruptly, catching me staring at him.
“How about we do a little less drinking tonight?” he suggested.
I had to do everything to keep myself from smiling.
He had already decided I was spending the night with him.
We ended up ordering room service. Lobster and chocolate covered strawberries.
I had never eaten this lavishly and I tried not to show it, but I was sure he could tell I was new to this lifestyle.
After I cleaned up, Colin had handed me one of his fluffy hotel robes to wear and I’d stripped down to nothing underneath it.
He was wearing just his underwear. This definitely felt like a honeymoon.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked as I licked my fingers. I’d forgotten myself for a few moments and blushed under his gaze.
“I am actually.”
“It’s funny that we didn’t even know of each other’s existence until last night,” he added.
I looked up at him quizzically. I didn’t know what he meant by that.
Colin shrugged. “We’re fairly comfortable in each other’s company.”
I felt a nudge in my chest, because he voiced exactly the thoughts in my head. Sometimes I forgot who he was and who I was. What I was really doing here. I got lost in the fun we were having. The ease we had fallen into with each other.
