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Penelope slammed the door of the flat, throwing her purse and shoes in the pile by the door with a frustrated growl. Eloise was sitting on the couch, eating ice cream from the carton. Her eyes were wide when she took in the state of her best friend. Penelope's clothes were slightly disheveled, as was her hair, and her makeup was smeared all over her face.
"You're, uh, home early?" Eloise said carefully.
Penelope let out another growl, stomping over to the kitchen so she could retrieve another spoon. "I had a date with Donnie."
"Donnie?" Eloise sneered. "What kind of name is that for an adult man?"
"El, please," Penelope sighed, sitting on the couch beside her flatmate. "I'm trying to complain about my horrible night here."
"Right. My apologies. Continue, please."
After a large bite of brownie batter ice cream, Penelope started talking. "So, Donnie and I had a date. Our third date."
"Ah."
"And... God, El, he's so small!"
Unfortunately, Eloise was taking a drink of water when Penelope said those words and she snorted it right up her nose before erupting into a coughing fit. Penelope tried to pat her back and it took a few moments for the girl to finally be able to breathe again, using a napkin to clean up the mess she made.
"He's small?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
"Yup." Penelope leaned back into the couch, abandoning the ice cream, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm surprised the condom didn't slide off. The guy rutted against me for a few minutes, asked if I felt good, and before I could tell him I couldn't even really feel him, he came. Then he had the audacity to ask if it was good for me!"
Eloise chuckled sympathetically. "I'm so sorry."
"Thanks," she grunted. "I didn't even respond to him. I just got up, put my clothes back on and left."
At this, Eloise let out a full belt of laughter, shaking her head. "You didn't!"
"Oh I did," Penelope grinned. "He kept calling my name, asking what was wrong. I just flipped him off before slamming the door shut."
"Pen!" Eloise cackled, pushing her best friend's shoulder.
"I'm just tired of it all," she continued. "I'm tired of going on these dates with men who never look like their pictures online, and who do nothing but satisfy themselves in bed while I'm left using my own hand or vibrator to get myself off. It's unfair!"
Shaking her head, Eloise patted her friend on the knee before standing. "I'm sorry, love. Men are pigs who lie."
Penelope frowned, seeing Eloise putting her shoes on and grabbing her jacket. "Where are you going?"
"Pip just texted," she shrugged. "I'm going to meet her at the pub. You wanna come? Maybe we can find you a guy to sleep with? We'll ask him his measurements first, of course."
She rolled her eyes, chuckling lightly. "No, go on. I'm not sure how comfortable I feel sleeping with two guys in one night. Although, I'm not quite sure what I did with Donnie counted as sex exactly. He was so small, El..."
Laughing once again, Eloise checked her makeup in the small mirror by the door and turned to her friend. "Well, we'll be at Pixie's if you decide to drop by. Love you!"
"Love you!" Penelope called back before the door shut.
Colin emerged from the spare bedroom in Penelope and Eloise's flat just as the front door closed. He saw Penelope sitting on the couch, picking her nails and watching the television, but Eloise was nowhere to be found.
"El just leave?" he asked gently.
Penelope jumped from the couch. "Oh God, Colin!" she exclaimed, a hand held to her chest as she whirled around to face him.
Colin smiled easily, leaning against the wall. "I've often dreamt of you saying those words, Pen, but never like that."
Penelope swallowed, calming her breathing, and turned back to the television. "I didn't know you were here," she mumbled. Her phone vibrated on the coffee table and she snatched it up to see a text from Eloise that stated "btw Col is home and in the spare room x". Penelope sighed, sending a quick "he scared the shit out of me, thks for the heads up, bitch x" text back before tossing the phone on the couch beside her.
Colin came around the couch and sat down on the opposite end, but had his knee up on the cushion so he could face her. "So, I heard you had a bad night."
Penelope raised her eyebrow, her eyelids narrowed slightly. "What exactly did you hear?"
He shrugged, leaning back against the armrest casually. "Only that your date didn't go... well."
She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "It certainly did not."
"So," he drawled on, wiping his hands on his jeans. "He was small?"
"Colin!"
Colin lifted his hands in the air in defense, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face. "Come on, you can talk to me about this!"
"No, I cannot!" She grabbed a decorative pillow and threw it at his face, huffing when he easily caught it before it could make contact.
"Pen, has a man ever satisfied you in bed?"
Her pout and huff was the only answer he needed. Licking his lips, Colin scoot himself a little closer to her on the couch, his knee brushing her thigh.
"I can help."
She didn't even look at him. "No, thanks."
"I'm... big."
She snorted, still keeping her eyes on the TV. "Sure."
Colin gawked at her, standing up and blocking her view. "I am, Pen!"
"Colin, every frat boy thinks they're the biggest thing since King Kong, and I've yet to be impressed."
"Want me to show you?"
"Don't be stupid."
His hands moved to his belt buckle and he started to pull it through. "I'll do it, Pen. I'll whip it out right now."
Her eyes bulged, looking between his unbuttoned jeans and his green orbs. "You're really that intent on proving your size to me?"
"I'm that intent on showing you how a man should make a woman feel in bed."
"Wait," she held up her hand, her eyebrows knit in confusion. "What the fuck is happening right now?"
Colin smirked, stepping into her space, and placed his finger on the bottom of her chin, tipping her head up so she was staring directly into his eyes as he spoke. "I'm trying to fuck you, Pen."
Penelope was pretty sure she was being pranked. Colin Bridgerton had just told her he wanted to have sex with her. And not just to prove he was good at it, but for her own pleasure, too? Something wasn't adding up. His elevator wasn't going all the way to the top. She was in a Twilight Zone.
And yet, she was extremely turned on.
She had made out with Donnie, let him touch her, let him get her naked - and she thought it was okay - up until the part where he entered her. And really, did he even enter her? But this was different. All Colin was doing was looking at her and Penelope felt like her panties were drenched.
"You... You want to fuck me?" she squeaked. Her eyes darted to his crotch which was now eye level and she almost choked on her own spit when she saw the visual outline of his dick through his jeans.
"Very much so," he answered, his voice deep and sounding nothing like she heard before.
Sex. His voice was like sex.
"Okay, so..." She licked her lips, hearing him whimper, and sat up a little straighter. "You want us... You want me... And we're going to..."
Colin leaned down, his hands pressing into the cushions on either side of Penelope's hips, and his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, causing her to gasp.
"Pen, I'm going to push my cock so far inside of you and make you cum harder than you have ever cum before, and then I'm going to make you cum again and again, just for good measure."
When he pulled back, Penelope was completely flushed, her face and chest red, and her pupils dilated as she stared at the dirty talking sex-god leaning over her.
"Okay," she whispered.
Ten minutes later, Penelope was completely naked for the second time that night, but not in the way she expected. She was standing in the shower, rubbing a loofah all over her body, her mind a million miles away. Colin had told her to take a quick shower to relax and so he could 'prepare'. She had no idea what he meant by 'prepare', but her heart was racing with nerves. She rinsed herself quickly and turned off the shower, opening the curtain to step out.
Colin was standing there, his shirt now missing, and his jeans still unbuttoned. He held out a towel, his eyes carefree and happy while Penelope felt like her entire body was shutting down. She accepted the towel with a small "thanks" and dried herself off as he disappeared again.
When she entered the bedroom a few minutes later, Penelope's eyebrows shot up practically into her hairline. Colin was laying back on the bed in just a pair of boxers, his arms crossed behind his head. There was music coming from her phone on the nightstand, tunes that Penelope recognized as her "sexlist" she made on Spotify, and there was a tube of lube sitting on her nightstand. Penelope held in a snort of laughter. She would not be needing lube. She was already slick down to her thighs.
Colin sat up as she neared the bed, his legs swinging over the side and spread, his hand reaching out for her to take. Penelope slowly stepped between his legs, her hands placed on his shoulders as Colin's hands rested on her towel covered hips. He was about to slide the cotton material off her body when Penelope snapped back into herself and she quickly took a step back from his wandering hands.
"Hold on there, mister," she said, pointing at his innocent face. "I need to see what I'll be working with. Or rather, what you'll be working with. After all, this comes down to you proving just how big you are. Let me see it."
Colin raised his eyebrows and chuckled, his face tinged pink. He stood from the bed and Penelope stepped back again, just in case he got any ideas. She'd seen his grabby hands in action before when it came to food, she knew he was fast. Colin simply turned around to face the bed, and pushed his boxers down to the floor, making Penelope gasp as she took in the sight of his fine, rock hard, bountiful ass. She was about to make a comment on it when he turned back to face her and she practically gulped.
He was big. And hard.
His cock was long and thick. His veins were prominent, but not in an unsightly way, and the tip was red and already leaking. Was he jacking off before she came in? How was he so hard already?
She didn't realize she spoke her last two thoughts out loud until Colin chuckled.
"I could see you when I handed you the towel," he explained, pointing to the towel now wrapped around her body. "I wasn't joking when I said I've dreamt about you, Pen. I've often thought of how your tits would feel in my hands or in my mouth. So, when I saw a glimpse of them in the bathroom I got turned on."
She nodded slowly and swallowed. He was slightly bigger than her favorite dildo and she calculated in her head quickly that he would fit snuggly inside of her. The thought made her shiver in anticipation and she licked her lips as she continued to stare at his member. She never wanted to suck a guy's cock so bad.
"Can I see now?" he asked sweetly, his finger brushing the soft material of the towel.
Penelope looked up at him, seeing the desire in his eyes, and cleared her throat, stepping back further.
"On the bed, Bridgerton," she said confidently. This was supposed to be about her, not him. He said he could make her cum and she was going to see to it that he did.
Colin stared at her for a second, his brows furrowed, but then his lips quirked up and he nodded, throwing himself back onto her bed. Penelope bit her bottom lip and stalked around to the end of her bed. She lifted first one knee, showing off her creamy thigh, and then the other, crawling up the bed until she was sitting between his legs, her eyes gazing over his sculpted body.
She reached a hand out, placing it on his thigh, and rubbed slowly up and down, mimicking what she wanted to do to his cock. At Colin's groan, her eyes lifted to his, seeing the plea in them, and she grinned slyly. Her hand moved to his cock, her palm brushing from his balls up to the head, just a ghost of a touch. Colin bucked his hips up, wanting more friction, and Penelope took pity, grasping his length in her small hand and gripping.
"Hmm," she said, squeezing and feeling him. "Nice length... Wonderful girth..." She started to stroke up and down, her other hand cupping his balls and pulsing. Colin was writhing on the bed, his hands gripping the headboard above him. "But what do you taste like?"
She lowered her head and flicked her tongue out against the tip of him, tasting the salt of his precum there. She wrapped her lips around him, her hand still pumping up and down slowly, and she started to suck. Colin groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows, his hips pushing up and forcing more of himself into her mouth.
Penelope was having the time of her life. She always wanted to take charge in bed, wanting a man at her mercy, but she never had the chance. Every guy she slept with was a disappointment whether it came to their size or overall performance, but this was Colin. She was comfortable with him, turned on by him just from a look, and had wanted him to fuck her since she was eighteen when she met him during her first year at Uni. And there was nothing disappointing about his body or the way he was making her feel.
She lifted off of him for a moment, her hand using her spit to glide easier up and down his length. "I've always wanted a to choke on a cock," she said sweetly, her eyes lit with fire. "And yours is perfect."
"Oh, fuck. Pen..."
She let go of him, causing him to whimper, and she grinned, her eyelashes fluttering. "But this is about me, right?" she asked rhetorically. "We're here to make me cum." She crawled further up the bed, her nails dragging up his stomach to his chest. She leaned over him, her lips inches from his, and she breathed out her next words. "So, make me cum, Colin."
In a flash, Colin had her pinned beneath him, her towel flung across the room. His tongue was in her mouth and Penelope giggled when she realized she had kissed his cock before she had kissed his lips. Her giggling quickly turned into gasps and moans when his hands began exploring her body. She didn't know how, but it was like he had a map of her and he'd spent his entire life memorizing it. His fingers found that spot just under her breast that was sensitive, making her shiver. His lips connected with the skin on her neck, his tongue laving the pulse point there. He bit her nipple, grazing the nub with his tongue, and Penelope felt like she was about to shatter already.
And then his hands moved between her legs. She had never felt such long, nimble fingers touch her in a way that was almost reverent. With two fingers inside of her, his thumb rolling her clit, and his lips latched to her nipple, Penelope came quickly and hard. Waves of pleasure rolled through her as her hips bucked against his hand. She smiled and moaned, her nails digging into his back, but then her eyes popped open when she realized he wasn't stopping.
She looked down to see his hand working her still, his fingers curling inside of her, and her eyes flicked to his to see him smirking devilishly. A pressure started low in her belly, slowly spreading throughout her body before settling into her pussy where Colin was stroking her walls in a way she'd never felt before.
"Oh oh oh, oh my God. Colin- wait. Col... Oh fuck fuck fuck!"
Her eyes rolled back and the pleasure she thought she felt before felt like a whisper compared to this. She could feel her release splashing her thighs and she opened her eyes again to see Colin watching her intensely as she came all over his hand and the bed. The sounds she was making were foreign to her own ears, loud moans and raspy whines of "Ohhhh Gooooodddd". She finally couldn't take it anymore and she reached down to grab his wrist, forcing his fingers out of her. Colin was stronger than her, though, especially since she basically felt like a pile of jelly, and he used his fingers to rub her from slit to clit over and over again until Penelope bucked away from his touch. She moved her own hand between her legs and cupped herself, feeling the pulse against her fingers.
"Fuck," she whimpered, taking in deep breaths, her heart and mind racing.
It took a few moments for her to come back to herself, and when she did, she saw Colin still sitting on his knees between her legs, only now his hand that was wet with her release was slowly stroking up and down his cock. He was still smirking at her and Penelope wanted to wipe the look off his face so badly.
"You good?" he asked, his voice deep and raspy.
Penelope narrowed her eyes and spread her legs again, the hand cupping herself now moving over her pussy, stroking herself in time with his hand pumping his cock. Colin's eyes widened, staring at her as she touched herself, and Penelope grinned triumphantly. She was still very much in control.
"Lay back," she told him, and she almost laughed when he immediately obeyed.
With his head propped up on the pillows, Penelope crawled over to him and swung her leg over so she was straddling his face, her hands balancing her on the headboard.
"That wasn't very nice of you," she told him, smiling at the confused look on his face. "You promised me a big cock, not your fingers. Now you have to kiss my pussy and make it better."
He groaned loudly, but it was soon muffled when she lowered her hips and started riding his mouth. Penelope threw her head back and moaned, enjoying the vibrations against her core as Colin sucked and licked and ate her so perfectly. She was practically smothering him, her juices dripping from her and coating his lips, nose, and chin. He had his hands gripping her ass, fingers massaging the soft flesh and encouraging her to ride his tongue. She wanted to cum like this, but she wanted his cock more, so after a few minutes and multiple expletives, Penelope lifted off his face and scoot back so she was straddling his chest.
Colin was breathing heavily, his hands on her waist, and his face glistening with her arousal and cum. Penelope grinned and leaned over him, using her tongue to lick away some of her cream before she shoved it between his lips, causing Colin to groan again.
"What a good boy," she whispered as she pulled back. "Now, are you gonna give me your cock? Let me use it to get myself off?"
He nodded his head slowly, apparently completely unable to speak. Penelope pecked his lips and slid further down his body until she could feel his cock brush her backside. She reached around and grasped him, pumping a few times, enjoying the way his eyes fluttered and his body stiffened beneath her, and then she raised her hips, lining him up. She momentarily paused, reminding herself to take a deep breath, and then she slid down so just the head was inside. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and placed both palms flat on his stomach before she bared down and took him all inside.
They both cried out, Colin unable to stop his hips from thrusting up so he pushed in further. Penelope panted heavily, letting herself feel the way he stretched her, his length snug, and pulsing, and warm inside her.
"God, fuck, Pen," Colin grunted, digging his fingers into her hips. "I didn't think you'd take it all in one go. Fuck, please, give me a second. I'm so close already."
She opened her eyes and glared down at him. "Don't you dare cum, Colin Bridgerton. Not until I tell you."
He nodded his head, his eyes squeezed shut as he breathed slowly in and out. Penelope carefully raised up on her knees, feeling him sliding against her tight walls, and she keened, dropping back down again.
"Fuck, you're so big. It feels so good." She circled her hips, grinding her clit against his groin. With another lift of her hips, she let him slide almost completely out of her before she slammed back down again, causing another shout from them both.
She rocked on his lap, gaining a rhythm, and Colin started to thrust up with her, their movements hard and loud. Their skin slapped together crudely, her wetness practically pouring out of her as his cock brought her to the highest levels of pleasure. She could feel another strong orgasm approaching, so she moved her hand from his chest down to her clit, her fingers flicking it in the same rhythm their hips pulsed.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum again. I'm gonna cum so hard. You cannot cum, yet, Colin. I need to- oh fuck. Yes. Yes yes yes!"
Her cries of pleasure turned into garbled nonsense as she stopped moving and let Colin thrust up into her harder and faster as she came around him. She gushed, pulsed, and writhed above him, her body wracked with a pleasure so intense that she lost her breath. When she collapsed on top of him, Colin slowed his thrusting, only raising his hips up every few seconds, his arms wrapping tightly around her body to hold her to him.
They lay there for a few moments, Penelope completely exhausted, but she could feel him still stretching her, his body thrumming beneath hers. She lifted her head and saw him gazing at her, his eyes filled with adoration and lust. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly, almost as if she was thanking him, and then she pulled back to whisper to him. "Where do you want to cum?"
Colin rubbed his hands up and down her back, his eyes pleading with her gently. "In you. Please, Pen, can I come in you?"
She kissed him again, nodding her consent, and she squealed when he rolled them over so he was now on top. Completely sated and practically floating, Penelope allowed him to take over. She let him pull her to the edge of the bed, let him grab her by the backs of her knees and lift her legs up and apart as he drove back into her. He groaned and she opened her eyes to see him watching himself moving in and out of her body.
Penelope sat up on her elbows so she also could see and she felt herself clench again at the sight. Colin was thrusting hard and fast, chasing his release, and she couldn't help but admire him as he fucked her. He was dripping with sweat, his hair matted to his forehead, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes never straying from between their bodies.
Penelope felt another flutter of a possible orgasm creeping up on her, but she knew there was no way she'd be able to cum again, so instead she started talking dirty to him so he could cum.
"Yeah, that's it, Col. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with your big cock. Shit, it feels so good. Oh my God, right there." To her surprise, the flutter of an orgasm came quicker than she expected her body soared as she came once more. "Fuck!"
Colin cried out and came, pushing through her tight walls, and spurting his release inside of her. He was grunting and groaning and Penelope watched him come undone right before her eyes. He pulled out and gripped himself in hand, cum shooting out onto her pussy lips and mound, before he slid back inside her again and rested there.
She reached her hands out for him and he bent over so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He was softening inside of her, both their bodies aching from the position, but neither of them wanted to move. Penelope kissed him softly, but urgently, like she never wanted their lips to part again, and she was giddy when she felt like Colin was kissing her back the same way.
Colin was in a state of shock. When he offered Penelope to use his body for her pleasure, he didn't think she would take complete control and actually do it. He thought he'd show her a good time, make her see how a man should make a woman feel, but instead she whipped out this entire side of herself he had never seen before and showed him a great time.
She was a goddess.
As they settled under the covers, Penelope back from the bathroom and wearing his t-shirt, Colin held his best friend in his arms and smiled contentedly. They hadn't really talked yet about the aftermath of fucking, but he knew where he wanted to go from here. He just hoped Penelope was on the same page.
"You know what this means, right?" she suddenly spoke, causing him to look down at her snuggled against his chest.
"What does it mean?" he asked carefully, his eyes hopeful, but his mouth turned into a frown.
"You're mine, now, Bridgerton." She grinned and leaned up to kiss him sweetly. "If you think I'll ever be able to take another man into my bed after that, you're out of your mind."
He couldn't help it - he giggled. Gleefully, he pulled her even tighter to his chest. "That's good, cause there was no way I was leaving your bed ever again.
The next morning Colin woke up to an empty bed. He stretched his muscles, let out a yawn, and rubbed his tired eyes. He could hear voices coming from the kitchen, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his discarded jeans from the floor, sliding them up over his hips. He padded out quietly into the hallway, recognizing the voices belonging to Eloise and Penelope. When he heard what they were talking about, he paused just outside the entrance to the living room and leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest in amusement.
"Wait," Eloise spoke, her tone surprised. "You actually got dicked down and it was good?"
Colin winced at hearing his sister use such crude language, but then a sense of pride swelled through him when Penelope answered her question.
"Ohhh yeah. Extremely good. I'm so sore."
"So, he was big then?"
"El, he was perfect. Like, definitely big, but not too big. I came so many times."
Colin smiled, remembering all the times she fell apart in his arms. He had cataloged every sound and expression she made in his brain to live there forever.
"Hold on, I'm confused," Eloise said and Colin's ears perked up. "You never came out to meet us last night. Was this a Tinder hookup?"
Deciding this was the perfect time to make his presence known, Colin strutted out from his hiding spot in the hallway corridor and entered the kitchen, renderng both girls completely silent. He passed Eloise who was perched on the barstool at the small counter island, and went straight for an amused looking Penelope who was standing in front of the fridge, wearing a robe over her shoulders to cover his t-shirt.
"Morning," he mumbled, bending down to capture her lips.
Penelope hummed into his mouth, kissing him back. They momentarily got lost in each other, the kiss becoming a little too raunchy for the early morning, but they were soon broken apart by Eloise's dramatic scream.
"MY BROTHER?!" she exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "The guy with the huge schlong was my BROTHER?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
"El-" Penelope tried to explain, but she interrupted her, her voice higher in pitch than ever.
"I had you describe it in detail! Oh God!"
"I tried to stop you! I didn't get too graphic!" Penelope shouted back.
"Aaagh!" Eloise screamed again, standing up so she could pace the floor. "I need to... I need bleach my eyes. Bleach my ears! I need to build a time machine and go back to never knowing what-" She stopped and looked at Colin. "UGH. MY BROTHER?! That's it. I'm moving out. I can't be here anymore knowing you two will be fucking every second. Fuck you guys. I hate you both."
Neither of them were listening anymore as Eloise continued to rant. They held each other close and kissed, smiling happily, oblivious to anything around them as they got lost in their own world.