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He stops for a second and then whispers in my ear, “But real soon, we can work on finding out what you want. Alright?”
He peels my panties down my thighs and then moves himself south, settling his head between my legs, looking up at me.
“What if I asked you to fuck another guy?”
He frowns. “Explain.”
I take a deep breath. “What if I wanted to watch you… and another guy? And I told you both what to do?”
He tilts his head. “You want to have sex with another guy too?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s the thing. I don’t want them. I just want you. So you’d be the only man allowed to touch me. I want to watch… you. I want the power over you both.”
“So we’d put on a little show, directed by you, for you?”
I can’t quite read his face. He’s processing, I think.
I nod. I can’t believe I even asked; maybe I shouldn’t. I thought he’d be more into it. “I guess?”
He sits up, wrapping his hand around his cock. “I don’t need that, you know that, right? You are all I want, all I need. You ain’t gotta worry about me having fantasies about another guy. It doesn’t work like that. You haven’t gotta do this thinking I need it, because I don’t. I literally just want you, and more specifically, right now, I wanna eat your pussy until you’re shaking.”
My cheeks blush. “It isn’t about you. It’s something I stumbled across on my pre-Colten reading journey, and then once I found out about your past, it reignited that thought process, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
He bites his lip. “Tell me exactly how you picture it. And then I’ll think about it.”
I’ll give this my best pitch.
“It’s something I want to try once, okay. I’m not into us looking for someone else to join us. I think it’s really hot, like you could be eating me out and having your dick sucked by a guy. I can watch. I don’t know, I haven’t thought it through; I keep seeing it in my head, and it makes me so horny. But we don’t have to.”
He nods slowly.
“Do you have someone in mind to join us?” he asks.
“No,” I snap. “I know it can’t be Romeo. I draw the line at someone you’ve had a relationship with before.”
He runs a hand over his face. “It wasn’t a relationship. But I agree. And I can’t even speak to him after how he treated you at the dinner.”
I can’t hide my grin. Good. Romeo deserves it for trying to outplay me and make me doubt Colt.
“Do… you have anyone else?” I ask, not sure if I want the answer.
“No. But there is a club in Vegas. It’s probably best if we do this there. And I mean if we play, it’ll be with someone professional.”
“Okay.”
“Anything else on this exploration list of yours I should know about?”
I giggle. “Not really. Things kinda spring to mind. I’ll keep you in the loop, cowboy.”
He gets back in position, lying on his front, his mouth hovering over my pussy. “Oh, please do, wife. I need to know how to keep you happy.”
His tongue laps over my clit, and I grip the sheets. “You seem to know how to do that without even trying, Colt.”
He pushes my thighs even further apart and gets to work. His fingers thrusting inside. The flat of his tongue running against me. And it takes less than three minutes for me to be a quivering mess around him.
“Please, Colt. I need to come,” I pant.
My hips grind against his face as he groans against me. Every flick of his tongue. Every time he sucks. A fresh wave washes over me. And I’m not sure I can hold myself back.
