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November 6 - November 13, 2022
“Stop panicking. I’m right here,” he muttered in a low, sultry voice, and I felt the warmth of his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “I’m always here,” he whispered, and then I felt him pull me backwards.
“No one can hear us either. They’re too busy finding their way out of the maze. Having their own fun.” His voice was so close, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Their screams will mask our own.”
“I need to hear your words.” Colton’s gravelly voice whispered in my ear, “Do you trust me?” I leant back into him, my face turning to seek him out. “Yes.” He held me tighter and asked, “Do you want me?” I’d never wanted anyone in my whole damn life more than I wanted him in that moment. “Yes.” I took a moment, and clinging to the last little bit of pride I had, I said, “I still hate you, though.” “That’s okay.” I could hear the playfulness in his voice. “You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” “Don’t keep me waiting then.”
“I want you, Shelley Masters. I want to worship every gorgeous inch of you.”
“As much as I love your outfit, I have no fucking idea how I’m supposed to get into it. Why do you always have to make things awkward for me?”
“Will you keep the boots on? I fucking love the boots,” he growled.
“So needy. I always knew you’d beg for it.” “I’ll make you beg next,” I warned him.
“I love how wet you are.” His voice in my ear sent shivers down my spine. “I need to taste you. Keep your hands on the wall and bend over.” He commanded.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” I begged, opening my legs a little more. “As if I would.”
“Fuck.” He gasped, pulling away, then I felt him gently kiss my pussy before he slapped the side of my ass. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
“If you’re going to fuck me, fuck me hard,” I growled at him, and his eyes lit up. “It’s the only way I know how, sweetheart,” he replied with a devilish smirk.
“Colton. You have a bionic penis.” I half gasped, half chuckled.
“You can be a little rougher,” he said, his eyes penetrating mine as his hips pushed forward. “Grip me harder, I don’t bite.” So, I did what he asked, pumping his dick until he gasped. “Okay, we don’t want this to be over too soon.”
“Do you want me to fuck you from behind?” he asked, stroking himself with his eyes hooded and his breaths slow and deep. I had to admit, that idea was so fucking tempting, but I shook my head. “I want to see your face when you come.” His head fell back, and he groaned. “Fuuuuck. How did I manage to find a girl so fucking perfect for me?”
“Hold on, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard I want the whole club to hear you screaming.”
But in reality, could we ever recover after what we’d just done? Lines had been crossed. Words had been spoken. And feelings? I was too scared to admit to myself what it all meant. But I knew after tonight, things would never be the same again.
“I think this could be the start of something.” I didn’t know what to say, so I replied, “That was something, all right. I think we’ve just detonated an atomic bomb that’s gonna rip through both our lives.” His eyes shone wickedly as he said, “Don’t you know, there’s beauty in destruction.” And before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “And pain.” He cocked his head, studying me carefully before he said, “There’s pleasure in pain.”
“You never know,” Tyler said, picking a scalpel from Devon’s collection. “She could be playing hard to get.” “He picked her up and threw her into the fucking duck pond at the bottom of the field. That doesn’t exactly scream romantic come-on, does it?” I laughed. “But if hard to get means drowning in filthy pond scum and then screaming obscenities at you as she storms out, then yeah, she nailed it.” “It was a joke.”
“You need some tips on how to role-play with women, mate. The first floor would’ve been better for that, not the fucking duck pond.” I smirked, taking a baseball bat and stepping towards our restrained guest.
“I think you need to get your head on straight and stop obsessing over a bloody woman,” Tyler spat back. “Even Adam wasn’t this bad. He never let anything get in the way of his soldier work.”
I think we’d all learned a lesson this Halloween. Will realised you couldn’t treat a woman like one of your mates, if you wanted her to actually like you. Tyler learned that sometimes it’s hard to focus when other things are playing on your mind; we’re not all machines. Devon and Adam learned that whisky chasers would be the death of them. And me? I learned that maybe I wasn’t the player I thought I was. There was a heart in there somewhere, and slowly but surely, it was starting to warm towards a girl who seemed to mirror the coldness I used to feel. I never thought I’d want to be with
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But I felt different. I had changed. Because of him.
“I like sex,” he stated without a hint of shame, only a prideful smile. “And you’re the only person on this planet that I want to have sex with.”
“No need to ask if you’re wet for me,” he whispered, with a twinkle in his eyes.
“So eager. I’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
I loved how he played with me, always so needy and a little rough, like he couldn’t hold himself back.
“I want you to come hard for me. Show me what I do to you. Come on my hand, Shelley, like a good girl. My good girl.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you with my cock after this. I’m so goddamn hard, Shelley. I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Fill you so full of my come. I’m gonna own every beautiful fucking inch of you.”
“After this, I’m going to take you to the bedroom, bend you over, and taste this pretty little pussy until you scream. I’ll lick from your pussy to your ass. Would you like that? My tongue in your ass?” I couldn’t speak, but his dirty words were spurring me on. “I’ll do anything you want me to,” he rasped. “And when you’re crying, begging for more, I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy hard from behind and watch that sexy ass move for me. Do you want me to play in your asshole, Shelley? Work you with my fingers as I fuck you with my cock?”
“That’s it, beautiful,” he moaned. “Use me any way you need.” He pulled me closer as his fingers continued to pull every ounce of my orgasm from me. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Knock, knock,” he said, smirking as he took slow steps towards me. “Who’s there?” I asked, playing along as I writhed on top of the covers. “Holden.” “Holden, who?” “Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to fuck the soul right out of you, and make you come all over my cock.” Holy shit. He said he’d having me begging and he was right, I was. “Don’t keep me waiting then, soldier.”
“On all fours, ass up.”
“Keep licking those lips like that and I’ll put them to good use.” “Promises, promises,” I taunted back, and he chuckled. “I keep my promises.”
That smile did things to me. I’d suck his cock every day if it meant I got that smile from him.
on and on. “Such a naughty girl, soaking my fingers.” He tutted. “But I fucking love it.”
“Do you like to watch?” he asked. “Do you like watching me fuck you and seeing me come?” “Hell yes,” I answered honestly. “Then you need to come back to the club. I have the most amazing thing to show you.”
And the way he looked at me, in that moment, like I was his whole world, I knew I’d do anything he asked.
When the realisation hits you that you might be falling for the one person you never even thought you’d like, it’s surreal, to say the least. You don’t see it coming until it’s too late, and you’ve been pulled into the messy vortex, but at the same time, it feels… natural, beautiful, right. Nothing is forced because the connection you forged was created all on its own. It’s an entity you had no control over. It was always meant to be. That’s how I felt about Colton. Like I was powerless to stop this. The emotions took root, grew and blossomed despite ourselves. That old saying, ‘There’s a fine
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To anyone else, it would’ve looked like nothing, but to me it was everything. Inside were paints, brushes, pencils, palettes, and ink, all in the exact brands I used. All of it perfect, brand new, begging to be used, and I couldn’t wait. It was the best gift I’d ever received.
“From who?” I ignored her, but she wouldn’t give up. “Whoever it is, can you tell them to have a word with Will Stokes about appropriate gifts. After the disastrous Halloween party, Will showed up at our door. When I opened it, he said, “Sorry I fucked up.” and thrust a pair of swimming armbands at me. The guy thought taking the piss out of the fact we can’t swim would win him points.” She shrugged as I tried to stifle a laugh. “It’s fine, though. I invited him in, made him a coffee. Might’ve added some of mum’s laxatives, and funnily enough, he didn’t stay for very long.”
“No one has ever made me feel like you do. Like life before was always leading to this. To you. You’re all I want, Shelley. You’re all I can think about.”
“It’s not about sex, Shelley. It’s about the connection. You and me. Together, we don’t just make fireworks, we implode our whole universe. I’ve never had that before. I never thought I’d ever have that.”
“I only ever want you. It’ll always be you.”
“Please don’t say things in the heat of the moment,” she replied. “Not if you don’t really mean them.”
“I mean every word,” I told her. “But maybe it’s better if I show you. I’ve always been better with actions rather than words.”
“Eyes open,” I commanded. “Close them, and I’ll stop.”
I lifted my brow in question, and she gave a little giggle. I’d never heard her giggle before. My tough cookie wasn’t so tough, really.
“Always so needy. You like it rough, baby, don’t you.”
“Rough and hard, the way you always fuck me. I love it. Now, give it to me.”
“Good girl,” I praised her, and she moaned. “Always for you.”
