The Girl Next Door
The Boy Next Door Chapter 45

This night has swerved a direction I could have never predicted when I saw him standing outside the fine arts building this afternoon. Even though I've done everything possible to keep Colton at arm's length to avoid developing feelings for him. It's been a losing battle from the very beginning. If I hadn't realized it when we talked in his room, I do now.

There is something undeniable between us. There always has been. I'm tired of trying to fight the attraction. I'm tired of fighting the feelings that are still there. Or denying they exist in a feeble attempt to move on. I can't do it any longer. I have no idea what will happen between us or how this will ultimately end. For all I know, it could be badly. What I do know is that there is relief in finally accepting the situation.

I place my palms on his naked chest, slowly sweeping them up, needing to feel the sinewy strength that lies beneath. I rise to my tiptoes until my lips can brush across his. My hands drift from his chest to the rock-solid definition of his abdominals before dropping lower and brushing over his hard length. With gentle strokes, I slide my hand across him. He stiffens beneath my touch. With one final kiss against his lips, I sink to my knees. My head tips back so I can hold his gaze.

"You don't have to do that," he rasps, brushing the hair away from my face. "It's not why I asked you here."

"I know." My lips feather over the head of his c**k. "I want to." As the comment slides from my lips, I realize how true they are. I love Colton's c**k. Love the way it feels in my mouth. Love breaking him down and making him lose control. Especially now, knowing how tightly leashed he keeps his emotions. As if to prove the words, my tongue darts out to lick the crown of his c**k. "I missed you the same way you missed me."

He groans as I open my mouth wide and draw him deep inside. My gaze stays trained on him as his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me loosely in place. "f**k, baby. I missed this," he growls as I work him with my mouth.

The feel of him turning to steel as he slides deeper down my throat is its own reward. It only proves what I've been trying to deny to myself. s*x with Colton has always been explosive. Addictive. Whether I realized it or not, Colton has been as a measuring stick I used against every guy I've ever been with. And they always come up sadly lacking.

At this very moment, with all these emotions careening around inside me, it seems foolish that I ever thought I could move on from him so easily. Or that I could will it with my mind.

His fingers tighten around the sides of my skull as I take him in deeper. It's so deep, that he nudges the back of my throat. Every line of tension filling his face eases, leaving behind pure bliss in its place.

Me. I'm the one who did that. I'm the one who wiped away all the angst plaguing him.

Instead of closing his eyes and tilting his head back, so he can enjoy the moment, his gaze stay pinned to mine.

"I love watching you suck my c**k. There's nothing hotter than watching it disappear between your lips."

A punch of arousal slams into me and my panties flood with heat. No one has ever turned me on like him.

His erection grows unbearably hard. When his muscles tighten, and his fingers dig into my scalp, I know he's hovering at the edge of his release.

"I'm going to c*m," he groans.

The admission only spurs on my movements. My mouth turns voracious as I draw him deeper until the crown of his c**k hits the back of my throat. Until I'm able to reach the root of him. It takes everything I have inside not to gag. "F**k."

And then he's exploding inside me. I drink down the hot spurts, milking him until his body loosens and his c**k turns slack in my mouth. It's only then that I release him. I nuzzle the velvety tip with my lips. His hands loosen, sliding from my hair and beneath my arms as he drags me off my knees and to my feet. His lips descend in a hungry kiss that is both possessive and consuming.

Colton spins us around and walks us backward. Before I realize what's happening, my back hits the bed and he's falling on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.

"Do you have any idea how much I want you?" His mouth roams from my gasping lips to my chin before descending. "I always have. Even when I forced you away, I wanted you. You've always scared the f**k out of me."

His words circle through my head as I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Knowing everything I do now, they make sense. I admitted my feelings for him, and he pushed me away. Afraid to be hurt. He spreads my thighs wide before settling between them. He peppers soft caresses against me all the while continuing to talk. I'm not even sure he realizes the secrets he's so intent on spilling.

"I have no idea what you see in me, baby. I really don't."

When his tongue darts inside my heat, I suck in a breath.

"I never wanted you to get so close. I never wanted you to matter. I fought against it for as long as I could."

He spreads my lower lips with his thumbs. Cool air hits my core as the velvety softness of his tongue swirls around my clit. He's only begun to touch me and already I'm hovering at the brink of falling apart. This man knows exactly how to touch me. He knows exactly what will leave me in pieces.

"It doesn't make sense," he mutters. My ears prick, trying to catch the words. "How could you love me when my own mother couldn't?"

A bolt of sympathy cuts through the pleasure growing inside me, yanking me back from the precipice. It's almost as if Colton realizes that his words are counterproductive to what he's trying to achieve. With renewed efforts, he attacks my flesh. Pushing me relentlessly when I'd prefer to stop and allow me to hold him, soothing away the pain that lives deep inside him. Pain he barely acknowledges to himself and never to me. But he refuses to do that. Instead, his tongue cracks over me, spearing inside, lapping at my shuddering softness, driving me relentlessly toward o****m until I have no other choice but to dive headfirst off the cliff.

I scream out my release, pressing a hand over my mouth and squeezing my eyelids closed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. His mouth is relentless, his tongue circling my throbbing clit. When I try to writhe beneath him, squirming to get away, to lessen the intensity of the moment, his hands tighten on my thighs, not allowing me a moment of respite.

It's only when my muscles turn lax beneath him does he raise his head. My eyes crack open to meet his glowing stare. He crawls up my body and settles between my spread thighs before driving his hard deep c**k inside me with one swift movement. And then he's buried to the hilt and we are locked together as one. Only then can I breathe. There is a rightness to our joining. As if this is exactly where he belongs. As if he belongs to me and I to him.

His gaze fastens onto mine and the world around us falls away.

I expect him to take me in the same manner as he just did. Instead, there's a tenderness to his movements. Almost as if he's making love to me as his body rocks gently against me. Needing to ground myself in this moment, I lift my hands until they're able to cup his cheeks. Even though I've just c*m, another o****m builds inside me.

"Please don't ever leave me, Alyssa," he whispers into the darkness. "Don't leave me the way she did."

Instead of my body splintering apart into a million jagged pieces, it's my heart.