The Grind

Chapter 22

The deep valleyed cut of his abs smashed to my own femininely toned core as he carried me around his waist in meaningful steps toward what I assumed was his bedroom. I loosened my boa constrictor like clasp around his torso, thinking for a moment I may have heard him choke for a deep breath before he kicked open the unlatched wooden door. Once we entered the light gray walls of his private room, he turned blindly, and my protruding vertebras rolled on the unforgiving drywall beside his dresser. One palm petted my backside over the stretched latex of my black shorts, while its mate balanced him flat to the wall slightly above my head that was swirling erratically with the rhythm of his mouth.

"I have thought about this every damn day for the last year you wasn't around, Liv. These legs squeezin' the fuckin' life outta me..." Colton observed me with the same fiery fury he exhibited when entering the cage.

My shirt discarded somewhere on his kitchen floor, and his now being pulled almost angrily over his head, allowed our sweating flesh to mingle into a sinful brew.

"You sure, baby? I swear to God, I wouldn't rush you into anything," he politely contested as he sucked the pulse bouncing out of my pink neck.

"I'm sure, Colt. So, so sure."

The three words were his vivid green light. I lightly closed my lids as my eyeballs rolled delightfully into the back of my head when I hit the feathery top of his assumingly expensive king size mattress. Strangely, he chose pulling my probably mucky smelling hair from the confines of an elastic hairband as the first item on his to-do list. I shook like a wet, freshly bathed retriever, trying to beautify my hopeless locks, wanting to appear as sexy as possible for him in our first bedroom reunion. The washed away remnants of deodorant after our run, and the "vanilla" solid black bikini panties I wore, already banishing any sexy from this party.

Colton didn't seem to be bothered one bit though, as he sucked raw, red teeth marks along my ribs, suddenly surprised at his meeting with my own tattoo from our break from each other.

A grazing, splendid finger traced the length of the black, sharpened pencil illustration down the side of my body starting due west of my breast. "It suits you," he whispered through licked lips. "And you, suit me."

He hiked a hand up my southern cheeks, to duck into the waistband of my bottoms, and I slightly eased my weight from the bed to assist him in sliding them off from the back. My running shorts thrown to the side, left me now shivering in only thin underwear. Colton looped thru the leg holes, then looked to me, and tore the material in half right off my trembling body.

"Hope those didn't cost ya' too much, baby."

A whiny moan of pleasure jumped from my chest when I felt stout, manly hands instantly probing the searing entrance between my thighs. Colton's left hand massaged woefully slow on the space of my hip subtly, while the right painted careful strokes amid my aching lips.

His own hot breaths matched the temperature of my sex when he brought his nose level to it. "Can I kiss you, baby? Right here between these pretty plump thighs?"

Unable to fathom any display of appropriate behavior, I yelled a scratchy growl of consent, and pulled him by the cold, damp strands of his hair to the midpoint of my gaping legs. The talented darts of his tongue, and teasing pecks of his lips two familiar feelings I never wanted to live without ever again. The most harmonic duo of ecstasy. He hummed and sucked, nibbled and played like every woman deserves, holding my hips in place, pinning my willingly helpless. Between his dirty salivating, and my own wetness, he could've drowned himself.

"Colton, yes! Damn it.." I hissed through grinding teeth. He was like a craving that could never be fulfilled.

"Open your eyes, Liv. I want you to look at me. Watch me lick you clean from the inside out."  He hummed through grated teeth. His directions were stern, and darkly delicious in every way. Leaving me no other choice but to obey his erotic command.