Page 138 of The Irresistible One
Because I fucking couldn’t.
The only thing that would avert my orgasm from building was stillness, and I didn’t have that in me.
“Sophie!” I drew in some air, holding it in. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
I reached around her body and stroked her clit. It became harder the more I touched it, telling me everything I needed to know about what was happening inside her and how we were nearing the same place.
“Fuck, baby!” There was a churning in my balls, as though the waves were moving closer to shore. “I want you to come. Right fucking now.”
Almost immediately, a shudder expelled through her muscles, her navel, pussy, and ass, causing a trembling around my shaft.
“Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck yes, Colson!”
The blast shot across my sac and out my tip. With each push inside her, I emptied more cum into the condom, my movements weakening as my orgasm peaked.
“Ahhh.” I bent over her, resting against her hands and back, my face near her neck as I gave one final plunge. Moaning, “Baby,” when I was finally empty.
“That was …”
While she searched for words, I offered, “Only the beginning.”
“I was hoping you were going to say that.”
I huffed. “I fucking love you.”
“And I love you.”
I kissed the back of her neck, taking in her scent that was as perfect as she was for me. “Let me get rid of this condom and clean you up.” I gently pulled out of her ass. “And then I’m carrying you right back to that table.”
Hours later, after we got into the back seat of the SUV and Paul was driving us away from Lush, I reached into the center console and grabbed our phones, handing Sophie hers while I looked at the screen of mine.
There were two missed calls and a voicemail.
All from the same person.
I clicked Voicemail and held the phone to my ear.
“Colson!” My name was said in the most breathless tone. “I need your help! Right fucking now!”
As the message ended, I quickly looked at Sophie. My arm was around her, my hand tightening like a lock over her shoulder. When our stares connected, I shifted mine back to the call log. Both missed calls had come in ten minutes apart—each after one thirty in the morning.
It was now past two.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
I continued to look at the times as if they would offer some kind of answer.
They didn’t.
I shook my head. “No. I … don’t think so.”
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I don’t know, but Eden …” I swallowed, my throat tightening. Because I knew. Because I fucking felt it. “She’s not okay.”
