so thirsty you're drowning in it

Part 2

It was all you could do not to whimper - instead, you let a shudder of pleasure ripple through your whole body, and felt your pussy tighten around Colson’s long, hard cock every time it moved. He was fucking you harder now, and you gripped his toned arms, the tips of your fingers digging into his skin, moving up to his shoulders as he bent his head down to suck on one of your nipples, playing with it using his teeth and tongue. You needed him to kiss you, now, and grabbed his hair to pull his mouth back to yours. He came closer to your body, moving his forearms to either side of your head, pushing your hips so they were tilted up to meet his every stroke, and kissed you deeply, moaning into your mouth. The feeling of his skin all over yours, with his dick filling you up, the sounds of his moans - it was ecstasy. You let your orgasm build, then whispered breathlessly, “I’m gonna come again,” breaking the kiss and pushing his chest away from you. You wanted him to watch, to light you on fire with his eyes like he had in the hallway. He obliged, playing with your tits with one hand, and moving the other to your clit, all the while moving in and out of you, holding your gaze. He bit his lip as you moaned his name, followed by an expletive. He leant forwards, moving the hand that had been fondling your chest to your neck and squeezing slightly, whispering in your ear as he looked into your eyes. “You are so fucking hot, Y/N.” Fuck, it was too much. Colson thrust his hips quicker to meet your orgasm. You couldn’t breathe, and not just because of the hand around your neck - whose pressure was just enough to be a turn-on for you. It was overwhelming, and you threw your chin backwards, arching your back. Colson’s free hand moved underneath the small of your back, and the hand on your neck moved to the back of your head, gripping your hair lightly, so he could pull your body close to his as you shuddered. “Uh,” he groaned roughly somewhere at the side of your head. “You weren’t joking about missing me, were you?” You were too breathless to speak, instead you gave him something between a whine and a growl in reply. He chuckled, and let you drop back onto the bed, pulling out of you. You moaned as the tip of his dick slipped out of your soaked pussy - you wanted him inside of you, where was he going? “Turn over, I wanna see that ass shake as I fuck you,” he said, sensing your silent question. You scrambled up onto all fours, desperate for his cock to be back inside you, for him to hit you deeper than anyone else ever had. Colson didn’t waste any time, pulling your hips back towards him, but he did push his rock hard dick in slowly, teasing you, knowing you wanted all of its sizeable length inside you. When your butt cheeks finally met his groin, he spanked your ass, eliciting a whimper and a little jump forwards from you. You moaned as he pulled your hips back to him. “That feel good, baby?” “Uh huhh,” was all you could manage, pushing the back of your head towards him, silently begging him to grab your hair as he fucked you. “’Bout to feel a whole lot better,” he replied, and you could hear his grin in his voice as he began to move his hips. You moved ever so slightly to match his rhythm, enhancing the feeling of him pushing into you by pushing back to meet every stroke. He wrapped one hand in your hair, and placed the other on your waist, pulling him back into him. It felt So. Fucking. Good. You couldn’t help but moan, and the hand in your hair tightened in response. He kept his hips moving, thrusting in and out of you relentlessly. The hand on your waist moved to your hip and gripped it tightly.

Part 1

“Mmm,” he exhaled deeply, sizing you up. He let go of your wrist, and pushed your legs from around him, setting you gently back on the ground on your own two feet. “Let’s see how glad,” he said. “Undress.”

He stepped back from you, leaning against the opposite wall of the hallway. It didn’t take long to obey, with just your shorts and tiny top to remove. You also took your hair out of the messy ‘bun’ it had been contained in, and shook it out over your shoulders and down your back as you stepped out of your shorts. Colson was watching every movement hungrily, with his arms crossed in an attempt at nonchalance as he leaned on the wall. His cockiness, his confidence, paired with intensity of his gaze on your naked body, was setting you on fire. He smirked at you a little, then ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, allowing it to poke out just a little in the corner. Fucker. He knew you loved that. You shifted slightly to allow the wave of anticipation to move through you. He noticed, and took off his t-shirt, dropping it lazily on the floor, waiting for your reaction to his now bare chest. It suddenly felt very, very quiet and intense. You cocked your head to the side, smiling. “Are we going to fuck in the hallway?” you taunted, barely speaking above a whisper, but in a teasing, seductive tone. Colson raised his eyebrows. “I guess not,” he said, breaking eye contact slowly and deliberately, looking down to the spot between your legs. He reached a hand out, and you took it, leading him into the bedroom. He let go, to allow you to turn the lamp on, while he shut the door. You had to step over the bag and jacket he’d left on the floor - the thumps you’d heard earlier, you realised.

Suddenly, you were grabbed from behind, one tattooed arm under your knees and another around your shoulders. You squealed, a little embarrassingly, as Colson picked you up and threw you onto the bed. You barely had time to register what had happened before he was between your legs, tongue running up the inside of your thigh, all the way up, slowly, but stopping at the very last second before it got to where you really wanted it to go. He ran the point of his tongue along your bikini line, first one side and then the other, then along the other thigh, back down. He glanced up at you, cheekily. “Did you miss me?” He unbuttoned his pants as you watched, excited, but deliberately silent and unmoving. Slowly and very deliberately, he took his pants off but left his boxers where they were, waistband just under his XXX tattoo. You couldn’t help but groan hungrily. His huge, wonderful cock was pushing against the tight, elasticated fabric. And to think you would have been settling for a toy tonight… “Something wrong, Y/N?” he asked, at the sound of your moan. You shook your head. You could see in his eyes that Colson was enjoying this. He ran the tips of his long fingers up your thigh, barely brushing the skin, and then pushing down hard on your hips. You sank into the fabric around you, gasping a little. He kissed you, and you let yourself moan more deeply into his mouth. You felt him smile and he pulled away, licking lazily down your boobs, your stomach, and coming back to the insides of your thighs. He spread your legs wider and wrapped his tattooed forearms underneath your thighs, with his hands still pushing your hips downwards with a slight, insistent pressure. You’re not going anywhere until I say so, was what that pressure said. You arched your back again as his tongue tickled slowly down your bikini line, then ever so gently teased your skin on your outer labia, coming close to the wet, pink folds, so close - but then gliding upwards to do the same on the other side of them. Colson’s pressure on your hips met the movement of your arch perfectly, preventing them from bucking and spoiling his teasing. He was giving you little kisses now, nipping with his teeth every now and then to vary the sensation. You began to focus solely on the feeling of his mouth on your skin, the rest of your body falling away and not mattering one bit, not counting. All you needed to feel was there. You were caught between never wanting it to end, and having him make you come, now. Colson swirled his tongue just above your clit, then ran it down, over it - you shuddered - and down to the wetness around the entrance to your pussy. He studiously avoided putting his tongue in, choosing to trace his tongue around it instead, working his way back up to your clit. He tightened his grip on your hips as he began, ever so gently and carefully, licking your clit. Fuck, he was good at this. Your hands gripped the sheets. Colson felt you tense and pulled away, looking up at you from between your legs. “Colsonnnn,” you growled, drawing out the final syllable. “Mmm?” he replied, sweetly. His eyes danced with enjoyment. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, not yet. You shook your head. He didn’t say anything, but shifted slightly to free up his right hand. He let it rest on your thigh, pushing your leg wider.

He danced his tongue on your clit again, and then licked you with the flat of his tongue, pushing into you, all the way from your pussy to your clit. His scruff brushed gently on your sensitive skin, adding a slightly spiky follow up to the wet, warm feeling. He continued, burying his face between your legs and dragging his tongue from side to side ferociously. He was enjoying this almost as much as you. He moved his right hand again, bringing it to above his own head to toy with your clit as he licked. Again, you tensed, and this time Colson didn’t pull away. Instead, he worked his tongue up to your clit and began sucking on it, gently, using his tongue to prod at it more and more insistently. You moaned, and felt his left hand tighten on your hip again, while his right hand danced down, caressing your inner thigh, before he pushed his middle finger inside of you, curving it towards himself to find- As soon as he used that beckoning motion, you came. Colson didn’t miss a beat, and carried on using his tongue to play with your clit, lengthening your orgasm. When you stopped spasming around his finger and remembered to breathe again, he slid his finger out gently to move up the bed and kiss you, deeply. You moaned again, knowing how much he enjoyed you tasting yourself in his mouth. He was lying alongside you, toying with your nipple, cock pushing into the side of your thigh. “Fuck, Y/N, I love it when you come on me,” he whispered in a low, wanting tone. You turned towards him, so you were lying facing one another. He moved a strand of hair off your face, letting his fingers brush gently on your cheek before holding the back of your head, pulling you in towards him for another deep kiss. You stopped just short. “Take those off,” you pulled on his waistband, starting to slide your hand underneath it, down past his red Xs, “and I’ll come on you again,” you replied huskily. He caught your wrist with the hand he’d had in your hair, stopping your hand from going any further. You were tantalisingly close to his cock, and moaned in frustration, shifting slightly against him to try and lessen the hold he had on your wrist. He grinned devilishly, and didn’t budge an inch. He didn’t say anything, either. Just held your gaze, expectantly. You conceded with mock frustration. “Alriiiight, Colson, you’re right. I did miss you.” You kissed him before you could add, ‘I always miss you’. He immediately let go of your wrist, and used his now free hand to pull down his boxers. You pulled him on top of you, wanting to feel the weight of him as he fucked you, all the while kissing ferociously, biting lips and necks and ears. His cock brushed against your thigh, and he used a hand to grab it, and rub it up and down your pussy. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he moaned. “Your fault,” you whispered into his ear. “Mmm,” was what he managed in reply, still stroking his cock, pushing it against the opening of your pussy without quite pushing it in. And you wanted it in. You tried to pull him towards you, using your legs around his hips, but found he wouldn’t move. He growled in your ear, “Say it. Properly. So I can fuck you senseless already, damn.” “I missed you, Cols-.” You hadn’t even made it through the second syllable of his name before he was inside you, all of him, in one motion. You took a breath in sharply, letting it come out in a very small moan. It always amazed you, how his big dick felt so right inside of you. The first time you’d seen it you had been sure it’d break you, but instead- “I knew you did, you little slut,” he whispered into your ear again as he began moving in and out of you.

You were sitting on your pale pink sofa, legs tangled up in a blanket. It had been a stupidly long week, and relaxing with some trash TV and a glass of red wine was all you’d wanted from your Friday evening. Colson was still out of town, and would be for another ten days. Even though it had only been five days since he left, a dull ache had started to form in your stomach, rising all the way to your throat if you thought about his absence for too long. You tried to ignore it. It was, after all, part of the deal. He’s an international sensation, travelling here there and everywhere for shows, shoots and any other commitments. You were just…you. Totally normal. You had a 9 to 5 to go to, 5 days a week. Going with him wasn’t an option - not that he’d offered that. You tussled with the idea of it - what would you do, if he asked? A shiver of pleasure ran through you, at the thought of being with him every night, free to- You pushed the thought out of your head. He wouldn’t offer, and you wouldn’t ask. You’d even agreed that you could sleep with other people. It seemed sensible, with both of your sex drives as they were. But, you’d found you were much more inclined to take care of yourself, using your favourite toy and memories of Colson to sate your desires, imagining calling you a good girl as you came, rather than seeking out anyone else. You hadn’t asked Colson whether he’d made use of that liberty, either. Better to not know and enjoy him when you had him.

It could be hot to think of him with someone else, you mused, but probably only if you were involved. Not stuck at home, alone and frustrated. You kicked your blanket off, feeling restless and impatient. Your glass was empty, so you padded your way into the kitchen for a refill. You’d finished an open bottle, so picked out a new one and fished the corkscrew out of the draw to open it. Just as you were about to pour, you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door closing. Your heart jumped a bit. It was late - had you forgotten to lock the door, and were now about to be robbed blind or worse? Fear rose in you like an icy cold wave. You had locked the door. You were sure of it. You stood stock still, hearing a loud thump. Then another, smaller thump. Shit. You grabbed the corkscrew and peered round the doorway. There was nobody there. They’d probably headed straight for the bedroom, thinking it might be the best place to start finding valuables. You clutched the corkscrew - pointy end through your fingers, ready to punch whoever was in your house and do some serious damage. Steeling yourself, you walked slowly down the hallway, and called out, “Hello?” You were impressed your voice did not sound more afraid. Just before you reached the bedroom door, a man stepped out of it. Holy shit he was tall, you’d have no chance in a fight even with your makeshift weapon - your mind was racing for a second before you realised, and the man stepped into the light cast by the lamp on in the living room. “Dude! Fuck!” he held his hands up. “Fucking hell,” you whispered, hissing, “you scared the hell out of me.”

You put your hand to your chest, becoming aware you were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling in clear alarm. Your other hand loosened its grip around the corkscrew as you leaned your back against the wall and slid down it. “You gave me a key,” you gave Colson a glare. “Alriiight, I’m sorry. I should’ve called ahead, but I wanted to surprise you. I guess I did that.” He laughed gently. “C’mhere.” He reached down a hand for you to grab onto, then hauled you up. You dropped the corkscrew on the floor before you stood up fully. He nudged it out of the way with his foot as he stepped forwards, pushing you closer to the wall and almost encasing you. “Fuck, I’m glad you didn’t stab me with that,” he grinned, looking down at the potential weapon and letting his gaze work its way up you, “You’d have ruined my plans”. He laughed. You did not need to ask what his plans were - desire was practically radiating off him. Your heart was still almost beating out of your chest, but not with fear. You wondered for a second if he thought desire was radiating off you, too. He looked like a wild animal deciding how to attack its prey. “I know it’s probably not okay to say, but scared looks good on you.” He leant in even further - fuck he smelled good. “Miss me?” he teased, pinning your wrists to the wall behind you. He didn’t wait for an answer, kissing your neck and working his way quickly down to your boobs, pulling your strappy top down with his teeth so they spilled out. He moaned, almost growling, and licked his way to your nipple, pushing it roughly with his tongue. Your whole body slackened at the wet, warm touch, but before you even had time to moan, Colson had put his hands underneath your thighs, lifted you up and pushed himself forwards between your legs, kissing you roughly. Thank god he’d picked you up, because you were melting. You wrapped your ankles around his back instinctively, enjoying the feeling of being held by him, surrounded by him, and pulling him in closer at the same time. You moved your hands up the back of his t-shirt, up towards his hair. You wanted him closer, to kiss you deeper, and he knew it. He broke from the kiss instead, biting very gently and playfully along your jawline and upper neck. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly, but he loosened his grip to move his hands up under your pyjama shorts, inching higher and higher. Your mind was flooded with the competing sensations from his mouth and his hands, and you were barely conscious of your own hands snaking up and down his back, pulling the material of his t-shirt this way and that. He stopped moving his hands, having found exactly where he wanted to be - thumbs on the outside of your upper thigh, and hands cupping under your butt. He flexed his fingers, digging his nails into your bare skin You arched your head back against the wall, letting out a small groan of frustration and pleasure.

“Did you miss me?” he asked again. You shook your head, wanting to tease him. “I think you did, you little slut,” he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin. You resisted the urge to moan, just. “Say it.” He was kissing your neck now, occasionally biting on your earlobe. You were breathless, and his right hand came up to squeeze your left boob, hard, before finding your left wrist and pulling it above your head with just the right amount of force to be dominant without hurting you. You breathed out sharply. “Say it, Y/N,” he insisted, in the other ear this time. He used his tongue to swirl a small circle just behind the lobe. “You,” he gave a slight bite on your neck, “missed,” he kissed you, and bit your lip, pulling back slowly and stopping with his face barely a centimetre from yours, “me”. He was looking straight into your eyes, sky blue on [your eye colour]. Both of you were breathing just a little heavily, clearly turned on. You let a little smile cross your face, and blinked slowly and innocently. “You know, I like it when you beg, Colson,” you whispered. The hand on your right butt cheek squeezed hard, and you felt his cock - hard from the moment he’d picked you up, twitch inside his trousers against your thigh. You kissed him this time, pushing your tongue against his, but Colson pushed your left wrist into the wall, ever so slightly. Alright, he wanted to hear it, and you couldn’t both dominate. But, you weren’t done having your fun quite yet. You pulled back from the kiss, letting your teeth pull on his lower lip and releasing it slowly. You met his eyes again, which were blazing with desire. “I’m glad to see you,” you said, not in a whisper, but in an even, defiant tone, softened by nudging your nose against his cheek and wiggling your ass slightly, so he’d know you were playing.

“Mmm,” he exhaled deeply, sizing you up. He let go of your wrist, and pushed your legs from around him, setting you gently back on the ground on your own two feet. “Let’s see how glad,” he said. “Undress.”