The Princess & Her Alphaholes by Renee O’Roark
Chapter Five
House
Joely
Colton’s lips are clamped over one of my nipples and when he sucks a little harder, I can’t stifle a moan.
I feel his hands sneak under the skirt of my dress, climbing my hips to toy with the lace of my panties.
Is this a good idea? I mean if you ask my body, the answer is a resounding yes but am I walking into another source of trouble like I did with Don?
I know from the tabloids that Colton doesn’t have an official girlfriend and that he goes from hookup to hookup.
It’s not like I’m expecting a marriage proposal if he fucks me now, and the contract I signed earlier on didn’t say anything about sex with Torn Stars. It did mention the contestants being off-limits because I’m one of the judges of the reality show and I’m gonna stay away from them. But I’m not employed by the band, so this is technically fine.
When Colton slides my panties down my hips and past my thighs, I’m hyper aware of every sensation, from the lace dragging against my heated skin, to the slight roughness of his fingertips, to the wetness that has begun to pool between my legs.
His lips leave my nipple and the sudden exposure of my damp skin to the air makes me shudder and gasp.
“Are you ok, baby?”
One of his hands comes up to cup my jaw and his eyes are so close that I can see every fleck of green, blue and gold in his irises. Our noses are touching and his breath is warm and sweet, I can smell the champagne we’ve both been drinking in it.
I nod, unable to say anything, unable to breathe because of the excitement and the anticipation of his lips on mine.
But he doesn’t kiss me, his mouth hovers over my ear.
“I wanna taste you, Joely.”
Again I offer him my lips to kiss but he sinks down to his knees with a dark chuckle.
“Not your lips, baby.”
When his hands lift the silky fabric of my skirt and I feel his warm breath on my inner thighs, he lifts his gaze to mine.
“This ok?”
I nod and close my eyes; no one has ever gone down on me before. My high school boyfriend was just interested in getting laid while Don ... as I said he was a little selfish, he would expect me to go down on him but he never reciprocated.
Colton’s lips work their way up my inner thigh and the first contact with my center makes me shiver when the tip of his tongue traces the edges of my front. He licks up and then back down, skirting around the part of me that’s throbbing with need. I’m holding my breath, praying that he finds the spot where I need to feel his mouth. And Colton doesn’t make me wait too long, after exploring the whole perimeter of my opening, his tongue comes back up and makes contact with the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of my center.
He doesn’t put a lot of pressure on it, he licks upwards, using mostly the tip of his tongue. It feels different than a finger, his tongue is firm but softer, warmer, wetter. After the first taste, Colton keeps lashing at me increasing the pressure with every stroke of his tongue and I realize that the panting I hear comes from me only when he chuckles again against my skin.
“Fuck, you taste better than I thought. So fucking sweet!”
His voice reverberates on my skin making me shudder and cry out when my core clenches around air, sending an electric jolt up my spine and I scoot closer to his face, knowing that if he doesn’t kiss me again, I’ll die of need.
But Colton must know what I want, because he does between my thighs exactly what he was doing earlier to my nipple. His mouth clamps around that sensitive spot and he alternates licking and sucking, applying the perfect amount pressure. A little less and it would keep me wanting, a little more and it would be painful. He works on me until I shatter under his mouth, screaming with each overwhelming wave of pleasure.
Thank God the party is still in full swing and no one can hear us out here.
Colton gets back up on his feet to support my boneless body, wrapping my thighs around his hips and allowing me to rest my head on his chest.
I feel him rock hard against me and his heart is beating with a thunderous rhythm under my ear.
We stay there until my own heart rate slows down and that’s when I reach for the buckle of his belt. I’m surprised by his reaction as he pulls back slightly, still supporting my upper body but putting distance between us.
He has a triumphant smile on his face, and when he speaks next, his voice is dripping with promise.
“I think we should go back inside.”
“But—”
“Don’t worry, baby. We have nine boring weeks in a house with no internet, no phones, no contact with the outside world. There will be plenty of time for you to return the favor. If you want.”
And one thing I know for sure? I do want to get to know Colton a lot better.
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