Page 54 of The Upside of Falling
I do as he says, using his words to torture myself, and when he tells me to repeat the process, I do it. I keep doing it until I’m writhing on the bed, the cool sheets electrifying my body, adding to the paralyzing feeling coursing through me.
“Colby, I . . . I can’t. I need to move.”
“Don’t,” he commands, using a voice I envision him using when he’s putting his cadets into formation. It does nothing to hold back my impending orgasm. “Stop moving your hand up and down your body. Reach into your bra and pinch your nipple. Slowly.”
When I lift my hand, he once again commands, “Slowly, Rory.” The menace in his voice causes me to moan. Oh God, I never knew this could be so hot.
A light sweat breaks out over my skin, as I desperately hold back the burning need inside me. The need to pump my fingers, roll my thumb over my clit, scream out his name, beg for him to come to my place and finish me off, his cock inside me, pulsing until I come.
The vision plants itself in my brain: his corded muscles hovering over me, his abs contracting with each thrust he makes; his lips as he kisses me.
“Pinch, Rory.”
I do, an oath popping out of my mouth.
“I’m going to come, Colby.” It’s there, my orgasm, riding up my spine, hovering over me, causing everything to tingle.
“Not yet.”
“Please, Colby.” Desperation laces my voice. “I can’t. I want to come when you tell me to, but I don’t think I can hold out any longer.”
He doesn’t listen to me. “Remove your hands from your body. Now.”
I open my eyes, looking at him for the first time since we started this. “What?”
His eyes sharp, his jaw clenched, the muscles in his pecs flexed, he says, “Remove your hands.”
“But . . .”
“Rory. Don’t question me.” So forceful. So hot. I do what he says.
The empty feeling inside me is beyond my comprehension. My body is humming, my pussy throbbing, thumping faster than my heart rate. I can hear him. I can hear his ragged breathing. I can hear him using his hand to rub up and down his cock.Oh fuck me.
“Understand this feeling. Memorize it. Your body fully aware, fully aroused, itching for release. This right here, Rory. This is how you make me feel, so goddamn desperate whenever you’re around. You don’t realize how sexy you are when you wear a simple sweater, what you do to me when your hand presses against my chest, giving me a whiff of your perfume. This feeling? This is how I feel all the time.”
I whimper, pleading with him. “Please, Colby.”
Looking at me, his eyes boring holes into mine, he says, “Make yourself come for me, Rory. Show me how much you want me inside of you.”
More turned on than I’ve ever been, I turn on my side, keeping my eyes on his, and spread my legs so one is bent and propped up. I slip my hand between my thighs and bite my bottom lip when my finger connects with my clit.Oh God. Oh God.
“I want you here, your tongue lapping me up, your fingers twisting inside of me.” I move my fingers inside me and rock my hips against my hand. Moaning, I say, “I want your cock, pulsing in and out, your lips on my breasts, your hands pinning me to the mattress, fucking me. God, Colby I want you to fuck me.”
“Come, Rory.” His command is like a direct order to my body. My thumb finds my clit, and with one press against the little nub, I fly over the edge, my orgasm consuming me, wrapping my body into a bundle of nerves, exploding into a thousand pieces.Oh my fucking God. Never. Never been like that.
As my body starts to slow down, the hammering in my chest fading, I hear Colby say, “Have a good night, beautiful.” The softness in his voice returns and washes over me as he hangs up, leaving me in a state of utter bliss.What has he done to me?
* * *
“You’re looking hot.” Stryder comes up to me, pulling me into a hug, his large body circling mine like Colby’s does.
“Thank you.” When I pull away, I adjust my purse on my shoulder. “Think he’ll be excited?”
Stryder scratches the side of his jaw, looking at the pool house. “He’ll probably be excited to have you all day to himself. Celebrating his birthday though? Not sure. He’s usually a grump on this day, keeps to himself.”
It’s not the first time Stryder’s told me that. When I proposed my idea of celebrating Colby’s birthday, Stryder warned me that he likes to spend it alone, usually reading. He doesn’t work out; he doesn’t even really get out of bed. He just reads . . .
The same book.
