Baddest

Chapter 27

I don't remember going home. Hell, don't remember much at all because after being fucked in an alley behind stella's bar, colson and I indulged in another white line. It fucked me up. The night turns black and no matter how hard I try to grasp a memory, I can't seem to get anything that comes back to me.

Without opening my eyes I know this bed isn't mine. The sheets are so soft, the mattress is softer than a cloud. I'm naked. I also know, the body I'm clinging to belongs to colson. I know that heartbeat. His scent is all around me. So we're in his bed. It's the only thing that has me smiling, because my head is fucking killing me. I peek one eye open and see he's still sleeping. Colson sleeping is rare, I've been convinced he's not from this planet because of that. He never seems tired.

I am not an earthling motha fucka

My head has its own heartbeat right now, jumping off a cliff sounds like a pretty good idea. I press my fingers into my temples, trying to soothe the pain I'm feeling. Maybe I should force myself to get up and go get ibuprofen. Then again, I have no idea if colson even has some in his house. From the looks of his bedroom I doubt I'd even know where to look.

Then I remember how I got rid of this headache the last time it happened. My thighs involuntarily clench together at the memories and I bite on my bottom lip. I can't just wake him up to do that, can I? That seems a little selfish and over the top, but between my thighs disagrees strongly as I squirm. My hand slowly trails down his chest, past his stomach till I reach the waistband of his briefs.

I trace my fingers over the thin material, feeling his cock start to grow hard under my touch. I lightly palm him, applying the lightest pressure as I hold him in my hand. His breathing changes a little, but he still appears to be sleeping. I wonder if he's dreaming of me. My fingers sneak into his briefs until I'm able to wrap my hand around his length and I begin stroking very slowly. He shifts slightly, and I look up to see his eyes are now open, and so very dark.

"Good morning." I whisper with a satisfied smirk on my face.

He watches my hands actions. "I'll say."

I put on a dramatic pout. "I have a headache, daddy."

"Well, we fucking can't have that." He pulls me on top of him. "Remember the cure for those headaches, sugar spice?"

I nod and grind against him. "I need you."

Colson shifts to pull his briefs down and out of the way. "Use daddy to fix it."

I slide down while he guides himself inside me. My nails press into his chest as I feel him fill me so deeply. Fucking best. His hands hold onto my waist and slowly I start grinding myself back and forth. I can't believe I'd ever not enjoyed being on top during sex before. But then again, when I really think about it...

Flashback

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?" Kyle sighs in frustration.

I roll my eyes and huff in return. "I wanna be on top." I say as I straddle him. Truthfully I was sick of him breathing on me, dramatic breaths with every fucking thrust.

He shifts underneath me. "Fine, just get on it. I was almost there."

Well that makes one of us.

He slides inside me, and I circle my hips slowly. I'm hoping if I have control I'll be able to get an orgasm out of this. It's been awhile. It's not from a lack of trying, I swear. Honestly our sex life was dying, close to flatlining.

"Maddie, seriously." Kyle groans and his hands halt my movements.

"What ?" I say in confusion.

"Don't you think you're a bit too thick to be on top ?" He asks.