Too Long: Hayes Brothers Book 6
Too Long: Chapter 19

“TWO,” I MOAN as Colt prolongs the orgasm, pumping his long fingers in and out, dragging them over my G spot. “Oh shit!” I jerk away because I’m so deliriously oversensitive every lick of his tongue on my clit triggers an earthquake through my body.

He lets me go for a moment. My eyes are closed, and my bra is gone. I’m buck naked, covered in a mist of sweat, my pussy pulsing with the remnants of my second orgasm. Next thing I know, Colt grips my waist, scooting me further up the bed like a rag doll, positioning himself between my legs.

My eyes shoot open at the heat of his skin on mine.

He’s naked. Kneeling on the bed. His big, thick cock stands to attention, and the sight dries my mouth.

“You’ll split me in half with that,” I murmur, entranced by the red head glistening with precum.

A dark laugh falls from his lips as he falls forward, bracing on one elbow. He fists the other hand in my hair, tilting my head up to him. “I’ll make you scream with that,” he corrects.

He straightens his back, looking down at me, and I follow, sitting up to reach him. My fingers replace his shoulders, my lips replace his torso, the liquid heat inside me only intensifying.

I’m lost in him.

Consumed by him.

Obsessed with the way he watches me and the sharp intent in his dark irises. Obsessed with the raw, primitive awe painting his face. With the control he exudes.

I touch him everywhere all at once, my body on fire, demanding more even though I didn’t believe he could get me off even once, let alone twice.

Now I need a third as much as my next breath.

I want Colt to make up for the unskilled touch of the men before him. There weren’t many. Three total, but none hold a candle to Colt.

He’s a force of nature.

Every move he makes drives me half incoherent. Every touch of his big, skillful hands has me hungry for more.

I hold onto the nape of his neck, rising higher on my knees to taste him. No man should be this skilled at eating pussy and kissing. No man should smell, look, and taste so good.

He’s all my favorite things combined. Seizing the moment, I push my tongue into his mouth, stealing a hot, erotic kiss. He indulges me for a little while. His fingers caress my face then weave into my hair, tying it all back in one fist.

I slide one hand down his stomach, grip the base of his shaft, and moan when my fingers barely meet.

He bites my lip, pulling back until it pops out of his mouth, those dark eyes looking down at me. “Eager little thing,” he praises, dragging his thumb across my lips. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I am eager. Too eager as I lie on my belly, my face level with his cock. As soon as I take him in my mouth, his fingers flex in my hair.

“Fuck,” he hisses, the muscles in his body pulling taut. “I want to take over, baby. Give me a color.”

I look up, swallowing him as far down as I can. It’s not far. I don’t get half his cock in my mouth before there are tears wetting my lashes. Easing up, I release him long enough to say, “Green.”

“Good girl. Tap out if you can’t take it. Tongue out.”

Holding his gaze, I do as I’m told. He slides in slowly, testing how far he can go. The tendons on his neck pulse, his jaw clamps, and blown pupils swallow his brown irises.

I love how he touches my face. How adoring he is as he checks every angle, looking for one that’ll let him slide further down my throat. Once he replaces it, he catches my chin, holding my head in place, and sinks his cock almost all the way in.

There’s something in his primal dominance that surges a mindless desire through my nerve endings.

“You have no fucking idea how beautiful you look,” he rasps, his hips working at a steady tempo. “Gorgeous.”

Who knew I had a praise kink? Who knew a compliment could have me ready to beg for more? It’s surreal. I never considered myself the submissive type… then again, I’ve never been with a man who had the faintest idea how to play my body like this. It’s exciting when he orders me around. Addictive when he dictates my every move.

I sink my nails into his thighs, making a split-second decision. I want him to come in my mouth. I want a taste, and I want to swallow it down.

But he doesn’t come.

“That’s enough,” he says, peeling me off him, then quickly grips my nape, guiding me back to my knees. Unfazed by the taste of his cock in my mouth, he kisses me deeply, both hands brushing my long hair behind my ears.

The mixture of hot and cold, dominant and soft, makes my head spin in the best way.

One second, he’s tender, showering the column of my throat with sweet, small, biting kisses, and the next, he pushes me so I land on my back, his hands full of my hips as he tugs me closer.

I immediately grab his cock, eager to have him inside me. “I’m on birth control,” I say, pumping his length.

Something dark crosses his face so quickly I can’t tell what it is. I expect him to say something. To acknowledge the admission but he clamps his jaw harder as he pins my hands to the sheets, positioning me how he wants. One leg bent on the bed, the other hooked over his shoulder.

“Eyes, Addie,” he whispers, staring at me like I might disappear if he looks away.

And when I meet his heated gaze, he drives into me hard, sinking balls-deep with one smooth thrust. We both let out a moan as my head falls back. He follows, dropping on top of me. The weight of his muscular body would crush me into the mattress if he weren’t holding himself up with one arm.

“Shit,” I hiss, almost ripping the sheets with my nails. “You’re so big. I didn’t think you’d fit.”

“I knew I would,” he whispers, staring down at me. “You wouldn’t fall into my path if we didn’t fit together, Addie.” He pulls back, before pushing back in, slowly this time like he’s savoring the moment. “Perfect,” he whispers.

I love the feel of him stretching me inside as he holds still. I love the intense conquering look on his handsome face. It almost has me coming again.

“Fuck…” He hides his face in the crook of my neck, gently sinking his teeth in my flesh. “You feel good, baby. So fucking good,” he chants quietly, pressing his forehead to mine as his hips rock back and forth.

My eyes roll back into my head.

He’s barely made five moves, but the orgasm is already building. Rushing to the surface. He’s so big, there’s no space. I feel every single inch of him slide all the way in. And when he parts his lips and drags them from the tip of my nose up to my forehead, leaving a kiss there, my skin erupts in tingles.

“Ready for the third one?” he asks, falling into a rhythm.

“God, yes.”

Snaking an arm over my thigh, he angles his hips. I see stars when his dick hits my G spot with the same precision his fingers did. The sensation is overwhelming.

I knew he’d be intense in bed, but I never expected this. The claiming, greedy feel to every move he makes. How the temperature around us climbs higher when he takes my lips in deep kisses, stroking my tongue with his and biting my lip.

Every touch feels like he wants to take as much as possible before I stop him.

I won’t. No way in hell.

The orgasm builds faster, hurtling to the surface. Unstoppable. All consuming. Different from when it was just his lips and fingers. When I’m almost there, almost coming, Colt straightens back to watch.

“Don’t fight it,” he rasps, nothing short of awe flooding his irises as the orgasm ignites my mind. “That’s it, that’s it,” he chants, prolonging the high with precise, intense thrusts. “I could watch you for hours.”

My reply is an incomprehensible jumble of gasps, sharp breaths and a few ohs. I can’t think straight. I can’t see through the white spots blurring my vision. Three orgasms in less than fifteen minutes have my body rebelling against me.

The sensation is so deliciously powerful it’s almost too much. I draw long lines down Colt’s arms, gasping for air and making small whimpering sounds. I can barely take it.

“Color,” Colt demands, slamming into me one last time. He stops, buried balls-deep, his hand clasped around my throat. “Give me a color, Addie.”

I’m nowhere near red yet, but I’ve never come three times in a row. It’s intense. I’m overstimulated. So sensitive a breath of air makes me spasm. I’m a little out of the green zone. Very pale yellow. I just need a second to catch my breath and come down from the high.

The orgasm slowly fades, easing the feeling of being ripped apart in the best way possible.

“Mild yellow,” I admit. “Very, very mild.”

He pulls his cock out and wraps an arm around my waist to flip me over. This shouldn’t turn me on so much, but I almost squeal whenever he repositions me.

It’s hard not to swoon at his every move or how his muscles shift beautifully under his ink.

“You forgot to count,” he says, straightening my leg and dragging the other knee almost to my chin. “Count.”

“Three,” I sigh, lifting myself on my elbows when he tugs my hair, forcing my back to arch.

He fills me again, forcing a long moan from my lips. I look over my shoulder, loving the sight of him bent over my back, hips working faster, hands on my waist pushing me down. God, that angle is amazing.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I order.

Just as the words roll off my tongue, I know my attitude won’t be appreciated. It’s clear in the calculated delight on Colt’s face that I’ve stepped out of line.

Adrenaline fills my blood. My heart picks up rhythm as I squirm beneath him, waiting, excited. The anticipation of his next move has me flooding his cock.

“You don’t make demands here.” A sharp slap lands on my butt. The clap ricochets off the walls and I almost come undone on the spot. He soothes the sting, rubbing me gently, never breaking the tempo of his thrusts. “Behave, Addie. We’re only up to three, and you look desperate for the next one. Wouldn’t want me to stop now, would you?”

“No,” I pant. “No, please don’t stop.”

I don’t know what I’d regret losing more, the orgasms or his undivided, determined attention. A swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach when I meet his gaze.

I’m helpless, utterly defenseless.

His to please, punish, and use.

In this position, he hits my G spot without fail. I’ve never been this sensitive. Never orgasmed without the help of my fingers or a toy, but Colt needs neither. He knows exactly how to summon the high. How to make it hit with a force that knocks the breath out of my lungs.

It’s insane, but I think I could come just from looking at his slightly parted lips, eyes boring into mine.

When the next orgasm washes over me, my moans border on cries. My body’s exhausted, sticky, sweaty. Every muscle hurts when the orgasm rams through me.

Good pain but draining nonetheless.

“I can’t take any more,” I whimper when he flips me over, moving to lay beside me. “Please, four is enough, I—”

“You’ll give me another,” he rasps, burying his face in the crook of my neck. In the same breath, he slips back inside me, resuming the hastened tempo. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good. One more. Just one more. You can do it.”

Rising on one elbow, he pulls me flush against his chest, his hand clasped round my throat.

It seems the more he makes me come, the easier triggering the next orgasm is. Or maybe I’m so overstimulated that every deep stroke of Colt’s cock feels like the one that’ll tip me over.

I claw his arms, biting his shoulder. My eyes water and I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. “Oh God… no, no, no… I can’t.”

He squeezes my neck harder, covering my lips with his like he’s trying to soothe my mind. Every heavy breath he exhales and every grunt at the back of his throat fuels the fire burning in my veins.

“Don’t fight it,” he says in my mouth. “Let it happen. I want that last one, and you’ll give it to me.” He angles my head, so I’m staring into his eyes. “Again, Addie. You’re almost there.”

He scans my face, searching for something. I don’t know what, but when a long moan slips past my lips, I realize he’s been switching angles on his strokes, studying me to judge which works best.

“That’s it,” he hisses, completely cutting off my air supply. “Good girl, that’s it. That’s it.” He leans over me, the bulk of his body pressing me into the mattress. He slips his tongue in my mouth when another orgasm strips me of my sanity. “There it is,” he breathes, his hips still working.

My eyes fall shut for… I don’t know how long. I’m so exhausted I’m losing my sense of time, but when I force my eyelids up again, Colt’s no longer controlling my breathing.

“Not enough,” he clips, brushing my hair back. “Give me a color. How are you doing?”

I’m delirious. Every single exhausted gasp and moan brings me closer to tears. He’s so good to me, looks so enamored that I really want to cry. I might pass out if we don’t take a break, but the raw look of desperation crossing his features fills me with new energy.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he chants, stroking my thigh. “I don’t want to bring you down from this high. I can’t stop looking at you when you come, Addie. Give me a color.”

My first instinct is to say green. I want to please him, but I stop myself before the word fully forms in my mouth. He’ll see right through the lie and won’t trust me again. Safe words, boundaries, and informed, conscious, sober decisions are important to him. Bending the truth won’t do me any favors.

“Bright yellow,” I admit, the words sounding weak, like I’m half asleep. “Close to orange. I can’t take much more.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, brushing my hair back. “I know.” He’s still inside me and slides out, to slowly push back in. “I’ll let you rest after this one, I promise. Tell me if you can’t take it. Say red and I stop, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” I gasp, holding onto him for dear life.

He doesn’t move my hands away when I touch him. He lets me explore his muscular back and chest, but I’m careful not to touch the scar. Not without permission.

We’re both slick with sweat, hot like we’re running a fever, and moving together like our lives depend on my sixth orgasm. He grips my neck, pulling my head off the pillow far enough that our foreheads touch.

His thrusts grow faster and harder, but his eyes are thick with adoration. The second he replaces the angle that makes me shake, he locks himself there and slams into me over and over again.

“Look at me, Addie. I’ll come with you now. I’ll let you rest, but I want your eyes on me while you’re coming. Can you do that for me?”

A nod is all I can manage. It’s the most erotic feeling when we lock eyes, bringing us both to the edge. Every instinct in my body tells me to shut my eyes and throw my head back, but the look on Colt’s face, the determination radiating off him, his parted lips, labored breaths, and low growls the closer he gets are too stimulating to miss out on.

We’re in a frenzy. Lost, closed in a bubble as we move together as one. He holds my hips, keeping me in place while I tangle my fingers in his hair. And then we both still as our orgasms wash over us in sync.

Colt stops only briefly, then pulls back and slams in, every next stroke slower, longer, more intense. I shake beneath him, the muscles in my thighs cramping as he falls, covering my body with his. He takes my lips in a long, deep kiss, then stamps a cute little one on the tip of my nose.

“Ruined,” he murmurs, dragging his open mouth along my cheek to leave a kiss on my temple.

“I want to say you have a big ego, but you’re right. You just ruined me for any other man.”

He rises on his elbows, eyes cold, angry, but he wipes that look off as he brushes my hair over my ears.

“I meant you ruined me, Addie.” He exhales all the air from his lungs, slowly pulling out. With one last kiss to my forehead, he stands to his full height. “Stay here. I’ll grab a washcloth.”

“Mhmm,” I murmur. “So… does this mean our date next week is canceled?”

A quiet chuckle escapes him. “No, baby. I’m still taking you out as soon as we’re back in Newport.”