He laughs. Hearing it, his deep rasp as he chuckles, it’s one of my favorite sounds and it comes far less often than it should.
“We thought you came and got it before you stopped coming to school,” he explains. Now I’m curious, why Mortem took it and how? Mortem. His name sounds better that way. Or Mort, but it sounds oddly more formal somehow.
“I have questions.”
“Then let’s shower and I’ll answer what I can.”
“With me?” I question, my eyes lighting up with hope. I’ve never seen Bridger with more than his shirt off. Even when he’d let me give him hand jobs, it was never outside his pants. I may know what he feels like, but he’s hidden himself from me otherwise.
“Are you thinking about me naked, Colt?” he taunts. I find this side of Bridger insanely attractive. He’s attentive, still looking like he could fuck me into next week.
“Bet.”
He smirks and smacks my ass playfully. “Get undressed, freak.” For once, the word doesn’t hurt.
“Is adultery a thing when Lux and I never made stipulations?” I question, showing him my cards, my intentions, and what I worry about.
“Aren’t you still technically dating the twins?” he musters the words but they’re heady with something else.
“Does that somehow make me hot?” I question, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing could make you hotter, Colt.” His words send a shiver up my spine, making me want to reach for him and see if he’s hard, thinking about what I want to do to him and what I want him to do to me. “You didn’t answer me, though,” he adds.
“Maybe,” I rasp. His abs collide with my bare back, he snakes his fingers up to my bra, unclipping and removing the material. “Maybe you’re all mine and simply need to accept it already.”
His breath tickles my neck, but not uncomfortably, more with a desire I can’t tame or settle down. He’s so addicting. My guy, the one who hurts me most for secrets he still hasn’t given me. It hits me then—maybe they’re secrets not meant for me.
Moving my hair to the side, he tugs, exposing my throat to his eager mouth. What I’d give to have a mirror in front of us so I can watch the way he devours my flesh with his sensual touches.
“Maybe it’s you that’s ours, Colt. Have you ever thought of that?”
I gasp, ending on a moan as his lips latch onto my sensitive flesh. He flicks his tongue in sensual circles, tasting my throat and sucking, leaving a brand as his personal claim.
His fingers go to my right strap, dragging it down slowly. Then he’s at my other, removing it as well. When my breasts pop free he growls near my ear.
“Starless,” he rasps.
He takes no time to turn me around and consume my mouth. His tongue delves in, tracing mine. They don’t battle like usual. This time, I surrender, falling into his thrall. I’m stuck between wanting him to take from me, making me scream from the brutality, to slow touches that take my breath away.
He undoes my pants quickly, removing them and my lace panties. His face flames with desire, setting me off. I practically jump him, wanting him inside me. But he’s still dressed from the waist down.
My fingers trail his abs, his scars, and the tattoo on his chest. I will incite chaos. It’s scrawled messily, intentionally but tragically. Like a scar from a knife, it’s carved and placed above his heart.
“I wanted to get one that said ‘my love is insane, my ribs are its straightjacket,’” he whispers.
“Maybe I’ll get that to match yours,” I say, needing him to know it’s beautiful.
“Maybe I’ll put it on you, stamp you, mark you as mine,” he explains, his lips puffy from our kissing.
“You can do that with your cock, if you hurry and undress.”
He takes no time to remove both his pants and boxer briefs. If not for the guys, I’d be surprised at Bridger’s lithe form. He’s lean and muscular all at once. His muscles dip and curve, and I can’t seem to look away.
He touches my jaw, forcing me to close it. The way his lips tilt teasingly has me holding back an embarrassed laugh.
Pushing him toward my bed, I allow myself to take in his beauty. All my guys are stunning in and out of clothes, but Bridger is a god beneath it all.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. He tries to hide his smugness but I see it. He scoots up the bed and lays his head against the pillows. Immediately, I crawl up him, stopping at his beautifully hard erection. It’s long and thick and I’m already addicted. Licking my lips, I don’t hesitate to suck him all the way to the back of my throat with ease.
He’s perfection.
“Mhm,” I groan around him, enjoying the taste that’s all Bridger. He groans when I slide my tongue up and around his head, making sure to tease his slit. His balls are next, I knead them gently, causing loud hisses of profanities to escape him.
“Fuck, Colt. Come here,” he groans. It’s almost a demand but it’s too lazy, like he’s close to combustion more than anything. Climbing him like a jungle gym, I grind my bare pussy against his length. It’s wet, making a soft sliding noise as I rub up and down him.
His massive palms grip my ass, hauling me up to his mouth. He takes no time to flick his tongue ferociously, gliding everywhere, tasting every inch. Pausing to lift me up, he stares at me with anxiety.
“Tell me if it’s not good enough,” he whispers. If I hadn’t known him for years, I’d have worried he’s insecure. He’s not… right? We’ve done things, but never… this.
I nod and he lifts me above his mouth again. Leaning toward the bed frame, I grip it, angling myself for him better. His fingers pinch my skin as he digs into my thighs with force.
Not realizing it, my hips move to their own accord, grinding on his face like I’m a wanton slut. I realize it now, that I need aggression with my fucking. Softness has never been my taste.
“I want you,” I nearly beg.
He grunts but allows me to move down him. Rising, I slide down him and take his cock back in my mouth as he stares at me stunned and in pleasure. He rests on his elbows.
“You like sucking cock, don’t you?”
It’s a taunt, but he’s right. I’d deep-throat him and let him cut off my oxygen as he fucked my throat like his own meaningless toy.
Nodding around him, it’s as if something clicks. “Stand.” I don’t, the brat in me activating. He’s watched me and Lux fuck, he’s witnessed how much I need to give away control to feel pleasure. He grips my hair, tugging me off his length with a pop. Spit clings between us, dripping down my chin and his length. Fuck, that’s hot.