A moment later, he returned, condom in hand. He quickly put it on and watched her biting her lip, her eyes hot with need.
He couldn’t resist teasing her a moment more, though. With a lazy finger, he slid it through the damp folds, trailing back and forth in her slickness. “Are you wet enough?”
She nodded, a high-pitched whimper emerging from her throat.
“Should I lick you a little more? Just to be sure?”
“No,” she breathed, but trembled at his words. “Take me now. Please.”
“You want me deep inside you?” He moved forward, his hands on her thighs, pulling her a few inches forward, to the edge of the chair. She was perfectly lined up with the height of his cock, and he placed the thick head of it at her wet, hot entrance, and nudged it in, just a little.
She moaned.
He stopped, though he thought his balls were going to explode with need. “Tell me that you want me, Beth Ann.”
“Please, Colt,” she said softly, her fingers digging into her silky stockings. As he watched, her legs trembled. “I need you.”
“Need this?” he asked, and thrust shallowly against her entrance.
She whimpered. “Yes.”
“Convince me,” he said softly.
She whimpered again, tugging at her legs, as if dying to pull her hands from where they were anchored.
“Tell me.”
“Please,” she panted, the words rushing forth from her. “I ache for you.”
“You do?” He ran a hand down one beautiful leg. “Did you think about me this week? Think about f**king me again?”
She nodded, then bit her lip. “I want to feel your thickness deep inside me.”
Holy hell. He pushed deeper, into her tight warmth. She was so incredibly wet and snug around him, and judging by her little keening gasps, it felt just as good to her as it did to him. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was seated deep within her. And then he stopped again.
She writhed against him, and he felt that tight pu**y clench all around his cock. Tight, slick, and totally bare. He stroked one hand over her mound, his thumb dipping to flick her wet clit.
Beth Ann shuddered, gasping. Her legs jolted involuntarily.
He pushed forward, until those sexy shoes were pushing against his shoulders, her legs long, sweet spikes that lay against his body. And still he didn’t move inside her. He wanted her to ask for it, because there was nothing f**king hotter than that.
“Colt,” she said softly, breathing his name. “Colt, I need—”
“Tell me.”
Her hips flexed. “Move.”
“Move?” He gave a small little flex of his hips in return. “You mean…you want me to f**k you?”
She nodded, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders. “Please.”
“Darlin’,” he said softly, and leaned in to kiss her pretty, parted mouth. He was in her so deep, her shoes almost grazing his ears. “You need to ask me for that.”
Her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth worked, as if she was having a hard time expressing the words. This was a woman that said “fiddlesticks” after wandering hours in the rain and mud. But he knew he could make her ask for more.
“Colt,” she panted.
“Yes, darlin’.”
“Fuck…me…” She gasped. “I need you to f**k me.”
Most erotic thing he’d ever heard. He grasped her thighs, pulled back until only the head of his c**k was still seated in her warmth, and then slammed deep back into her.
A loud moan tore from her throat. “Like that. Oh, like that.”
He buried himself deep in her again, pumping hard. Her moans were f**king beautiful, and they were mixed with wild, needy words as he stroked deep inside her. Over and over, he thrust hard, into that hot, slick, welcome warmth. Her calves against his shoulders trembled and she bucked her hips with every little thrust.
“Like that.” She kept breathing with every stroke, as if she had to keep instructing him. “Oh, like that.”
And damn if it didn’t make him want to f**k her harder. He slammed into her with every thrust, the chair rocking and shaking with every slap of their skin meeting. She tensed under him, and the whimpers escalated, her eyes squeezed shut.
He was going to come soon, and she hadn’t come yet. Her pu**y was clenching him tight, like a vise, and he wasn’t going to last. But she needed to come first.
“Touch yourself, darlin’. Touch that bare pu**y for me.”
Her gasps turned into small cries that matched his thrusts. “Colt…I need…”
“Touch,” he said with a thrust.
Her hand slid down her belly, her fingers sliding to her sex as he watched. They parted the slick flesh, swiped over her clit. She stiffened, her mouth forming a small O of ecstasy.
“Keep touching,” he gritted, his thrusts into her wild now, jerky. Christ, watching her touch herself as he pumped into her was going to make his control disappear entirely.
She whimpered out his name, her fingers jerking on her clit, and his name turned into a sob as her legs stiffened, and he felt her pu**y shiver around his cock, clamping around it.
He came with a hoarse shout, his fingers dug into her hips, slamming against her in the chair.
Fucking hell. Did every round of sex with her have to be more mind-blowing than the last? He exhaled slowly, bracing himself on the arms of the chair while he recovered. Her legs twitched against him, calves still propped on his shoulders, and he heard her soft panting.
He staggered backward, almost regretting that he had to pull out of her delicious warmth, and turned away to dispose of the condom. When he turned back, she’d curled her legs down against herself and still sat in the chair, dazed.
Her hair was a mess. Her mouth was red in the corners from where he’d kissed her too fiercely and left stubble burn.
She looked gorgeous. And here he’d jumped on her like some horny teenager as soon as he saw her. Allan would have taken her out for a nice dinner, romanced her, and then brought her home and made love to her in a nice big bed.
Hell, Colt just threw her down in her barber chair and f**ked her. He ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”
She sat up, stiffening, her face suddenly guarded. “Sorry?”
“This,” he said, gesturing at the salon. Their clothes had been thrown all over the small room. “Probably isn’t what you wanted. I should have taken you out for a nice dinner like a civilized human being.”