Almost Too Far (Almost Bad Boys #3) (2 page)

“Who else is coming?” I stretch my arms over my head and yawn.
 

Colin watches me hungrily—no wonder, since my naked boobs are on display.
 

“A lot of friends and neighbors.” Colin puts his Coke down. “Come here.”

“
You
come here. My nails need to dry.” I pat the spot on the floor next to me, running my tongue suggestively over my upper lip.
 

Something dark and sexy flashes in his eyes. With a fleeting smile, he walks over to me, kneels down between my legs, and splays the fingers of one hand at my nape.
 

Right before he kisses me, he murmurs, “You are wearing a fuck-me look.”
 

I grin and instinctively part my lips, welcoming Colin’s familiar mouth. He slides his tongue just past my lower lip, only teasing, as if trying some new territory. My fingers weave through his hair, and I press him to me. He tastes like cherry Coke—sweet and cool.
 

His hand slides over my breast, the thumb circling my nipple. I inhale sharply, and my eyelids flutter in response to this exquisite awakening of my senses. Without breaking the kiss, Colin moves his hands to under my thighs and pulls me onto him. I wrap my legs around his hips and press my already-aching-with-need sex to the spot on his pants where his bulging erection feels like a promise of sweet seduction.

Colin growls deep in his throat, and his tongue rhythmically works my mouth into frenzy. I move up and down, rubbing against his hardness. His hands are under my skirt, spread on my buttocks, fingers digging into my flesh. I want him to take my panties off and remove his sweats. I’m about to say so when a few long beeps come from the laundry room.
 

Colin pulls back, one corner of his mouth lifted in his sexy signature smile. “Come on.”

“Where?” I sound disappointed even to my own ears. Is that all I’m gonna get? No way!

“The next load of laundry needs to go into the dryer,” he explains, tugging me up to my feet.
 

“And that can’t possibly wait?” I ask, incredulously.

“Ah, so exasperated,” he scorns me, chuckling. “Just follow me.”

I groan but stomp after him. Colin moves the dried clothes into a large basket and opens the washer. He pulls each piece of clothing out and throws it quickly into the dryer, closes it, and then turns it back on. He looks at me, and I see the pure, primal hunger in his eyes. Oh, no! What the heck does he have in mind?

Colin lifts me up and sits me on top of the humming dryer.

“Hey.” I laugh. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” he murmurs against my lips, tugging on my panties. Oh, finally they’re coming off.
 

“Wow. Here?”

“Why not?” He spreads my legs to the sides and slides me closer to him until I lean back, supported on my bent elbows.

Holy smoke! I snort but then think this actually might be fun. The dryer’s gentle motion adds to the excitement, and a soft heat against my skin feels wonderful.
 

Colin pulls down his sweat pants only enough to free up his huge erection. He’s commando underneath, which doesn’t surprise me since he often goes without his boxers. His veined cock bobs against his flat, strong stomach. By now my heart is pounding in my chest and desire uncontrollably floods my body.
 

Colin slides me forward some more and positions my bent knees over his shoulders.
 

“Whoa!” I grasp the edges of the dryer, squealing.
 

“I’ve got you. Relax,” he murmurs and lowers himself down to me. His blue eyes bore into mine, and there is that little crooked smile on his lips that always makes me want to rip his clothes off. Well, his clothes are already mostly off, so I just wrap my legs behind his neck and pull my knees to the sides, giving him an easy access to where I ache his mouth to be.
 

Colin rests his palms on the top of the dryer, enclosing me between his strong arms. He lowers his head, and I bite my lip when I feel his warm breath on my sex.
 

He doesn’t waste any time. His tongue glides up and down my cleft, dipping in, teasing. I moan, my fingers entwined in his hair. I move my hips in sync with Colin’s mouth. We flawlessly fit together. We are matched to precision. There is no second thought on how we are or on what we do together. He and I—we make this perfect.
 

Colin grasps the sides of my butt and holds me firmly in place. His mouth and tongue relentlessly drive me toward release. I cry out, my voice low and guttural. The placid vibrating of the dryer adds to this overwhelming, sweet sensation, and I’m lost, letting myself soar in the roaring pleasure, screaming his name and desperately pressing myself into his mouth.
 

Quickly, he stands up, not taking his eyes off me. In one swift movement, he pulls me up and kisses me hard, his tongue parting my lips and sliding possessively inside. I taste my own arousal in his skillful kiss. God, the guy can kiss!
 

I envelop him with my legs and arms and feel his rigid cock pulse against my hot, drenched pussy. The desire quickly starts building inside me again, or maybe it wasn’t quenched enough and it is still going strong.
 

His hand goes behind my head, fingers wrapping in my hair. He pulls my head back and moves lower to kiss my throat. I lean back, supporting myself on my arms, hands spread flat on the warm surface of the dryer.
 

Colin reaches for my left breast, and I feel his teeth grazing over my swollen nipple. He takes it in his mouth and gently bites it, sucking and adeptly swirling his tongue around it at the same time. I cry out in pleasure, arching my back toward him. His hand goes down from the back of my head to between my shoulder blades; the other hand finds my right breast and kneads it, thumb circling relentlessly over the elongated in-need nipple.
 

“I want to suck you,” I say quickly, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
 

He moves his mouth to my other breast and rasps against it, “You’ll get your chance.”

How can he be so much in control? I’m ready to explode again, but he’s not even letting me take over? I won’t argue, because what he’s doing to me feels like heaven. And I want more, much more.

Colin grasps my hips and, without any warning, enters me, slamming hard against me. I scream in pure pleasure, arching my back again. He watches me, pounding ceaselessly and holding me in his firm hands, so I am just where he wants me to be. My breasts jiggle rhythmically, and I see Colin’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth and inhales sharply then clenches his teeth, still watching my D-cup boobs dance to his music.
 

“I could do you nonstop, Natalie,” he growls between the ragged breaths. “You’re so beautiful. And your tits…” He stills, squeezes his eyes closed, and throws his head back.
 

He is gorgeous with his strong, lean muscles moving under taut, glistening-with-sweat skin, and his black hair carelessly tousled. His pecks and washboard abs quiver as he quickly regains his control.
 

“Oh, fuck.” He grins. “You’re killing me, baby. I almost lost it.”
 

This is rare. Colin can go for a long time, giving me multiple orgasms while never struggling to wait with his own. Oh, hell, he’s entitled to a little slip here and there.
 

He’s at it again, the smile gone, replaced by the pure erotic craving. I love watching him like this, when his gentle side is gone and switched to the alpha male strength and possessiveness. If I could only bottle up all that testosterone, I could make a fortune selling it. I mentally slap myself for thinking stupid thoughts. Focus, Natalie. The guy is doing everything to make you come. Ah, that. Of course—I’m ready.
 

“Come on, babe.” Colin brings me back to this delicious reality. “Only six minutes left.”

“What?”

“The dryer. It’ll be done in six minutes,” he says between the ragged breaths.
 

“We are timed by the dryer?”

He laughs. “Yeah, we are. Come on, I wanna feel you come around me. Hard. Squeeze me hard.”

Oh, when you put it that way… I shudder in the most delicious orgasm, screaming Colin’s name and begging him not to stop, to pound even firmer, deeper. He growls in appreciation and keeps going.
 

After the reverberations of my wonderful release stop rocking my body, Colin pulls out, tugs his pants back over his swollen erection, and lifts me off the dryer. He carries me out of the laundry room and into his bedroom.
 

“A change of venue?” I hold onto his neck, sucking and licking his earlobe.
 

“Yeah.”

He kicks the door open and throws me on the bed. I squeal and laugh, bouncing on the mattress. He knows I love it.
 

“Come here,” Colin commands, holding his cock in his hand.

I obey, and slowly crawl toward him, licking my lips, my eyes on him.
 

He wraps my hair around his hand and positions my head directly in front of his rigid penis. “Suck. Hard.”
 

Okay, so we are playing a submissive game. I can do that. I grasp his cock in my hand and tease the shiny head with my lips and tongue, watching Colin. His jaws clench and unclench, and his abs tighten, sending a strong shiver through his manhood. It jolts against my tongue.
 

I open my mouth and take him in—at first only a little, gliding him in and out between my lips. But then I relax my throat muscles and take him deep, all the way. He grunts long and hoarse, his fingers tightening in my hair.
 

“Go faster. Suck,” he demands, watching me hungrily. There is no smile, only a deep concentration. But that’s not all—clearly, I see appreciation and something like… astonishment?

He enjoys this sensation, so I oblige. I adore when he’s entirely at my mercy. He puts his other hand to my nape and now guides me, or himself, or the both of us.

“Natalie. Baby, you feel so good.” Colin starts moving faster, holding my head with both hands, grunting in pleasure. His eyes darken, his brows knitted together.
 

He looks stunning, balancing on the brim of climax. By now, his movements become fiercer, and it makes me feel really good to get him worked up like this. I reach with one hand to cup his heavy sac, feeling the thick, rough skin around it. He’s tight and full, so ready to let go. I suck hard, moving my tongue along his rigid thickness. My cheeks hollow in the rhythm of our passionate crusade.

A low rumble builds up deep in this chest, and his eyes glaze over with the look of pure indulgence. I love watching him like this—vulnerable and completely depending on me to deliver what, in this moment, he needs the most.

Colin’s muscles tighten even more; his whole body jolts once, twice, and then shudders. He grunts long and low, spurting over and over in fervid gushes, filling my mouth and throat. I swallow repeatedly, but some of the thick semen escapes and lazily drips from the corner of my mouth.

His lips are parted in an expression of arduous bliss. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he sighs, as if he can’t stop the waves of pleasure. He’s still coming and shuddering, his head now thrown back and his spine arched forward.
 

Colin slides out of my mouth and collapses on the bed. He pulls me down and holds me in a tight embrace. I feel him tremble. His arms circle around me, and I wrap myself around him, gliding my hands up and down his sweat-covered back.
 

We gently rock and whisper the words of love and gratitude for each other. His heart is hammering in his chest right against my breast. Colin presses kisses to the side of my neck and to my cheek. He wipes off the traces of semen from my face with his thumb and smiles.
 

“The clothes are dry. Let’s get dressed. We only have about an hour to get to Helga and Libby’s.” He nuzzles the side of my face, and I inhale deeply, marveling in how incredible his scent is, especially after wild sex.
 

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