He takes my hand and sucks my finger into his mouth, looking straight into my eyes as he does it. Then he slides off the end of the bed, pulling me with him until my butt is right on the edge of the mattress. He spreads my knees, opening me for him as he leans in so he can place a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
Oh God, is he going to?—
The kisses move higher, closer and closer to where my desire is pooling like lava. His tongue slides through my folds, opening me to him. My back arches and I groan as he grips my thighs and holds me right where he wants me.
“So fucking responsive,” he growls.
Then he does it again, and again, exploring me with his strong tongue and playing over my clit until I’m a whimpering mess. He dips inside me, then traces my lips, and back up to my clit. Every turn of the cycle makes me more sensitive for the next. I fist the comforter, digging my nails in while he worships my pussy. I push my hand into his hair and look down to where my thighs are already soft pink from his stubble.
Mouth full, he glances up and I can feel the smirk more than I can see it. Satisfied I’m not running away, he lets go of my thigh and slides a thick finger into my aching pussy.
I groan, loving what it feels like and at the same time imagining what it would feel like if it was his cock. Colt pushes back the hood over my clit and wraps his lips around the small pink nub. I close my eyes, riding each wave of pleasure as it washes over me, letting him take control, to bring me closer and closer to that brink where I lose all control.
It’s not going to be long.
“Colt!” I let out in a strained gasp, just as he slides in a second finger.
His tongue never lets up. I’m thrusting my hips, riding his fingers like I’m fucking him, like I want all of him inside me, as my gasps grow louder and my toes start to curl. He takes me over the edge and I come around his fingers, crying out at the strength of the orgasm. I quiver in his hands, letting wave after wave of euphoria wash over me while he slows down but doesn’t stop, keeping me riding the edge until I’m afraid if I let go of his hair I might float away.
Eventually, I slump back onto his bed, still twitching. He finally lets up, gently sliding his fingers out while he kisses his way back up my body, leaving small cool patches from his soaking chin. When I open my eyes, he presses two fingers against my lips and I open to suck them clean, tasting myself.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs.
I feel selfish just lying here after he’s done such a good job, but I need to recover at least a little bit before I can return the favor. “Just give me a few moments, and I’ll?—”
“Next time.” He kisses the inside of my thigh.
“But—”
“I think we’re just about out of time, unless you want to expand the invite.”
“You’re that sure there’ll be a next time?”
He grins, looking smug.
“Fine. Asshole,” I grumble, but it turns into a laugh as he leans down to kiss me again.
17
Chapter 17 - Sinner
“You know,this would be a lot fucking easier if I didn’t feel all of you assholes literally breathing down my neck while I worked.” Poe waves a hand behind him, shooing us away.
I slap my hand down on his shoulder. “You’re a fucking wizard, Poe. We’re just entranced by your magic.”
The bartender from Inferno got back to us with the security footage from the night someone slipped something into Quinn’s drink. The quality isn’t the best, and made worse by the dim lighting and the smoke machines they had going. They went through it themselves, and we forwarded it to Quinn to pass on, but so far there’s no clear shot of anyone tampering with the drinks.
He snorts, not impressed. “Their camera placement sucks. They’re clearly more worried about catching their own people than what’s going on in the rest of the club.”
On the screen, we watch as Em works the bar. A constant stream of people come and go. Sometimes John comes into view, but the end of the bar where he’s supposed to be picking up the order trays is only partly in the shot.
“So is this girl going to stick around?” Poe asks, still focused on the screen. “Paige told me you had her down at the shooting range. Just a warning, she and Jess are already plotting on how to pull Quinn into their group.”
Colt huffs. “A little early to make that call. She’s a client for the moment.”
“Is that what you told her when you had her up in your room?” I ask. I’m not jealous, but I know for a fucking fact that he thought me and Priest were going too easy on Quinn.
“You got a problem with it?”