Fuck, I need him, need this. No matter how crazy it might be, no matter how stupid I might feel tomorrow. Right now? I’d agree to give Tiffany carte blanche on dares for infinity if it’d get Colton to lick my clit. And to be clear? Tiffany can come up with some crazy shit. But I think Colton’s tongue would be worth it.

“No more cheating. This is my game, Elle.” A tease of punishment paints the edges of the words, and I have to consciously decide whether I want to see what that looks like from Colton or play nice.

His breath whispers across my core, hot through the satin, and I decide to shut right the hell up and let the man play his search and destroy game.

His tongue licks slowly along the right edge of my panties. “Is this the X?”

I bite my lip and shake my head, not trusting my sassy mouth.

“Here?” he asks, kissing the other edge. I shake again, more than just my head, damn near my whole body, screaming for him to go a little more central and he’d be just right. Like a goddamn Goldilocks bear’s porridge.

He moves my panties to the side, exposing me to his gaze. Though I’m blindfolded, I can feel his eyes like a palpable caress. “So pretty, Elle. Look how wet you are. All this for me.”

It’s not remotely a question, and I’m not going to deny that every bit of my arousal is for him. Any denial would be a lie and he’d damn well know it, so why bother? I’m not ashamed of how turned on I am. I’d shout it from the rooftop if I thought it’d get me what I want.

His finger traces my slit first, circling my clit at the top, and I surge upward at the powerful sensation. I’m completely at his mercy, gone in my own goose chase for pleasure. But I hope there’s an actual goose at the end.

What? My brain is so weird sometimes, but I forget about goose, geese, and every other flying bird when I fly apart under Colton’s fingers and tongue.

I’ll definitely be adding this to his list of talents, I think as he sucks on the nub of my clit, his fingers deftly and expertly shoving inside my wet heat to tap at my G-spot like he had a fucking map the whole time. Cheater! But I don’t care as long as he keeps doing whatever magic he’s doing.

“Oh, God, Colton. I’m going to come.” Some women say it nice and polite, like they’re complimenting their partners on doing a good job and to please continue. I growl it out like I’ve been possessed by a demon, threatening a beheading of both of his heads if he dares to stop.

Sharp tightness clenches my entire pelvis, my pussy clamping tight on his fingers and my hands fisting his hair so he can’t get away. I buck and thrust, riding his mouth wildly as I fly through outer space. I don’t even need the blindfold because my eyes are shut tight as I lose myself to pleasure.

A fierce quiver takes over my whole body, making me shake and shiver in release. “Wow,” I think I hear Colton whisper. But maybe I’m wrong because suddenly, I’m falling in a blind tangle of limbs.

“Oh!” I yell out as I come to a rather abrupt and hard stop. I hear an Oof from below me and reach up to remove the blindfold.

Colton is sprawled out on the floor next to his bed on a fluffy rug, a big grin stretching his lips. He looks like the cat that got the cream, but I got the cat’s tongue so he can be as smug as he wants because I’m still the winner here.

I’m half laid on top of him. “What happened?” I ask, looking around. The lights are dim, but I’m still adjusting to the brightness post-blindfold.

“I think I found the X,” he brags. “And then you started shaking so hard, you knocked me over.” He sounds rather pleased with himself so I decide to take him down a notch.

“That makes it one to one. Unless you concede that I win our battle?”

I don’t want him to admit defeat. I want that second orgasm, and I want him to have another too. Okay, I want my second one a smidgen more than I care about his. I’ll discuss my selfish lover tendencies with myself later, but right now, I want to do whatever he just did to me again.

Because that was not an orgasm. That was a freaking unicorn of rainbow-sprinkled epicness that I never knew existed.

“I want us both to win.” He shifts on the floor, pulling me astride him.

And I get my first good look at a naked Colton Wolfe.

Holy hell, he’s like a playground of delights—bumps and ridges I want to trace with my tongue, nooks and crannies I want to suck and kiss, and that thick cock peeking up from where it’s nestled against my pussy. I’m used to appreciating his handsome face, with the chiseled jaw I want to nibble and high cheekbones I want to hold in my hands. But his body only makes him that much more handsome . . . and sexy as fuck.

I feel him throbbing, his cock trapped between us, and I rub myself up and down. There’s only the thin slip of soaked-through satin stopping him from entering me, but I can tell he remembers the boundaries I set before we began playing and is being careful to uphold them.

That alone tells me something significant about Colton Wolfe. He may be a machine in the boardroom, a monster in the bedroom, and a black sheep of his family, but he’s a good man underneath it all.

“Want me to ride you like this until we both come again? So close to fucking, but not . . . quite . . . there.” I’m teasing him, but I’m teasing myself too, and we both groan at how good the friction between us feels.

“Fuck, Elle . . . yes, ride me.” His fingers make divots in the flesh of my hips as he guides me. Faster and harder, I jerk against him, letting his crown bump at my clit with every thrust, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. “So wet, you’re soaking me.”

Any other time, I’d probably be embarrassed as hell by that, and maybe later, I will be. Right now, I’m thankful as fuck for every bit of juice I’m spreading along his length and the pre-cum from his cock, too, because it’s only making this slip and slide of almost-sex that much better.

He reaches up, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling my face to his. Forehead to forehead, he kisses me hard and hot, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Conquering, claiming, devouring. And then he nibbles my earlobe, groaning like it tastes good. I think he has a thing for them, and when his whispers go forceful, I think maybe I do too.

“Come on me, Elle. Enjoy how good I can make you feel and know it’ll be even better when I get inside you.”

Fancy promises, but damned if the promise of another go with Colton doesn’t do it for me.

I cry out his name, bucking and riding him like a mechanical bull I once rode at a shitty bar in college. Forward and back, never losing contact as I pulse over him, hanging onto his shoulders for leverage and dear life as my body spasms and jerks.

His arms wrap around my waist, fully encircling me and holding me immobile as he takes over, using me to take what he needs. He thrusts fast and hard against the soaked satin, so close to where we both want him to be. And with a grunt of release, I feel him cover me in his cum.

I sprawl over him, giving zero fucks that we are messy as hell and I’m only making it worse. Sex is not a neat and tidy affair unless you’re doing it wrong, and prissy folks who think it should be need to get over themselves. Or maybe just have sex so good that they don’t care about sweat, saliva, and cum on every available inch of skin. I laugh at my own random thoughts.