Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,159

his hips into me faster, and he took his lips from mine and propped himself above me.

I looked down to see him disappearing inside of me, his cock buried inside of me as our bodies became one. He was so big, so thick and hard, and I was shocked that I was seemingly able to take all of him.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight,” Colt groaned as he pumped into me, faster and faster.

I could feel that same feeling coming over me, the same unstoppable feeling I’d had when he was kissing me on my pussy, and when he lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking my tit into his mouth with an audible suckling sound, I felt my body get pushed over the edge.

I came, the sensation indescribable, the pleasure so exhilarating and unbelievable that I almost felt as if I couldn’t be happening to me.

“Look at me,” Colt groaned. “Let me see you when you come.”

I moved my eyes to his, and just when I thought the waves of pleasure were done rolling through me, they started again, twisting through my body, radiating from my core, taking over my body, shattering me into a million pieces.

“Shit,” Colt said. “I’m going to come inside you, baby. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t help it.”

He pumped harder and harder, his hands skimming down my sides, over my hips until he cupped my ass and pulled me into him so he could get deeper inside of me.

I felt him convulse on top of me, and then I felt him explode in my pussy, warming me with his come, filling me, making me his.

When he was done he collapsed on top of me. I ran my hands up his back, enjoying the feel of him still inside of me as I ran my hands over the chiseled muscles of his back, up the back of his neck and through his hair.

He pulled out of me slowly, then laid next to me on the couch.

I swallowed, the adrenaline slowly dissipating, the intensity and meaning of what I’d done finally beginning to hit me.

Colt turned over and propped himself up on his elbow.

He reached out and grabbed a strand of my hair, began absent-mindedly turning it over in his fingers. I couldn’t tell from his expression what he was thinking. Had he liked it? Had it been as good for him as it was for me? Had I been enough for him.

I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but I was afraid.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No. Not too much.”

We lay there for a long moment, not saying anything, our legs tangled in each other, Colt’s fingertips brushing softly over my lower belly.

There was knock on the door, and Colt jumped off of the couch, rushing to put his clothes on.

I followed suit.

“Colt,” Jessa called from the other side of the door. “The door’s locked.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m coming.”

He turned and left, whatever had burned between us, whatever connection we’d had, disappearing into a puff of smoke.

I went back to my computer.

I didn’t know what else to do.

It was impossible to concentrate.

I couldn’t believe I’d slept with him, right there on the couch. I kept glancing over there, like it was the scene of a crime.

I wondered how many girls he’d slept with on that couch. Probably dozens.

The thought filled me with a sick jealousy.

How could I feel this way about someone I hardly knew?

As the hours went by, the panic began to build in my chest.

I’d slept with him.

Kissing him was one thing.

But sleeping with him?

I was supposed to go see Declan tonight. How could I tell him what had happened? Did I even have to tell him what had happened? We’d promised each other that we’d never be with anyone else, that we’d be each other’s first everything. But we couldn’t cross that line when we were in the system – if we’d gotten caught hooking up in our foster home, we’d be separated forever.

Declan had been willing to risk it.

But I knew that if he was caught with me, they’d blame him. Sure, it would be bad for me – I’d be moved, and it would always be in my file that I had a sexual history with another foster kid. ‘Sexually acting out’ they called it, as if two teenagers hooking up was something nefarious and not completely normal.

But it would be worse for him.

It was always worse for the