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Maybe it was the spring air.
Maybe it was that she’d dropped down a dose of antidepressants.
The fact she was ovulating definitely wasn’t helping.
And then, of course, there was the Colin of it all.
If she was home, she’d be camped in bed all day with a vibrator and some good smut, waiting for the full moon or whatever the fuck it was to be over. Somewhere where she couldn’t endanger herself or others.
But she wasn’t home, she was at Aubrey Hall. With a bunch of people, most of which she considered her family. Not ideal. She hadn’t even brought any…aids, because she figured she could go a week without fucking herself.
She was embarrassingly wrong.
Colin’s shirt was off, like all the time. And her denim shorts always seemed to be riding just perfectly over that spot. Even when she passed a mirror, her eyes were drawn to the valley between her breasts, the way her sweaty hair stuck to her neck. She was getting turned on by herself, for fuck’s sake.
This morning she’d awoken just before the sun, drenched and pent up, grateful she had time before she would be expected to appear downstairs. Making do with her trusty right hand and honestly, just the vibe of Colin being under the same roof as her, she came a few times, hoping it would tide her over.
It was only 10am when she knew for sure it wouldn’t. She was in the kitchen, having fled the poolside where everyone was hanging out, not even realising a deviant accompanied them. Colin had been sitting on the pool’s edge, leaning back on the pavers, literally glistening in the sunlight. Penelope was glad she was wearing sunglasses as he ran his hand through his hair, sending droplets flying. She could see how hairy his chest was, and more interestingly, how the hair from his navel travelled down, down, down…
Penelope snapped her attention back to herself as her mouth filled with saliva, excusing herself under guise of getting a drink (did she have time to finger herself in the bathroom? Would anyone notice? Was that a deranged thing to do?).
Hurrying back to the house, she cursed herself. She had never been this horny in her life. It was like she was in heat. It didn’t help that she hadn’t been dicked down in a good time, but normally that didn’t worry her. Not when her partners had been, for the most part, not as proficient as providing her orgasms as she was.
In the kitchen she skulled water, telling herself to get a grip. What would actually help her? A cold shower would be suspicious, especially since they were likely going to be by the pool for the whole day. Was there such a thing as an anti-aphrodisiac?
She heard the sound of a throat being cleared and spun around.
Colin.
Of course.
He smiled at her easily, dripping pool water and sex all over the floor.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” she choked. She was flustered around Colin at the best of times, but the normal pattern of love, lust, love, lust seemed to have merged into one long line of desperation she felt in her bones.
Colin walked up to the counter, plucking a plum from the fruit bowl, somehow unaware he was completely ruining her as he stood there, daring to exist.
“You okay?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned (which was, shockingly, sexy). Penelope glanced down to see if she’d begun to drip onto the floor herself despite having not swam yet. Thankfully, no.
“Yeah, I ah- just needed some water…” she trailed off. Colin was biting into the plum, the wet smack of the skin bursting telling her it was definitely ripe. His lips sucked at the fruit, clearly trying to lap up the juice even as it ran down his chin.
She wanted to be that plum so fucking bad.
Colin seemed to have noticed her silence, and she couldn’t move her eyes off his mouth quick enough. He saw, she knew. He stared at her.
She swallowed, wondering if this was the part where he backed away from her carefully then bolted. But he didn’t. Instead he met her gaze, continuing to chew before eventually swallowing. He wiped the drip of juice off his chin with the back of his hand, not breaking eye contact.
What was happening? Had she hypnotised him somehow?
Finally he spoke, nodding at the empty glass in her hand.
“Better?”
His voice was lower, rougher. She wished she could stop her head from shaking in response, but she was too far gone. He was giving her an inch, she was pretty sure, and she was damn sure going to take a fucking mile. And any extra inches he had lying around.
“That’s no good…” he replied, his voice soft now, yet still, somehow, filthy. “What’s going on, Pen?”
“I ah-” she squirmed. She knew she’d regret this, but her brain had stopped working the minute she arrived at this fucking place, before evaporating completely when he started looking at her like that. “I’m…still thirsty,” she whispered, her face burning.
Colin’s eyes widened, obviously not expecting her to say that. Who could? But they were darker, too. This wasn’t all a horny hallucination, she was nearly certain. She watched him walk around the counter to her, and she felt her breath struggle to continue as he came closer.
He still held the plum, and he raised it to her lips, offering it to her. She wondered if maybe it was he who had hypnotised her when she, without thinking, opened her mouth and took a bite. The squelch it made was obscene, and she met his eyes as she slurped at the flesh, using her tongue to lick up its juice. It was delicious, and juicy, and made her unfathomable wet.
When Colin spoke this time, his voice was raspy.
“What about now?”
She chewed slowly, looking up at the man responsible, unknowingly, for more orgasms than anyone else she’d ever met. Her lip trembled, with excitement or with fear she wasn’t sure, as she answered.
“I need more,” she breathed, and there was a perfect splat as the plum hit the floor. She looked down at it, purples, reds and oranges splattered prettily on the tiles. When she looked up again Colin was breathing heavily.
“Come with me,” he said urgently, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the hall. He opened the door to the bathroom, then shook his head and continued until he came to a door that Penelope didn’t recognise.
He opened it quickly, pulling her after him and closing it. She looked around to see it was a storage room of some kind. Probably where they kept their entertaining equipment, Pen figured as she spotted the additional chairs and tables. She only had a second to notice though, because Colin was busy dragging her over to a sofa covered in a dust cloth that he was pulling off with his other hand. He half guided, half pushed her to sit down as he sat next to her. He turned to her, eyes only slightly crazed in the low light.
“Penelope, what the fuck is going on with you?”
Pen swallowed, his consternation also extremely attractive. She realised she had no idea whether he wanted to continue what they’d started in the kitchen or stage an intervention. She tried to salvage some dignity (a lost cause, but she wasn’t a quitter).
“I’m sorry, Colin…I’m just- I’m really fucking horny,” she finished, a whine in her voice. He was her best friend, even if he wasn’t going to fuck her into next week, he would at least not judge her, hopefully.
Colin’s gaze intensified.
“You’re horny,” he repeated back to her.
She nodded, wondering if he was going to laugh at her. His face stayed serious, though.
“Would you….would you like help with that?” His voice wobbled, and she felt her eyes glaze and pussy clench at just the suggestion. This was heaven, maybe. She’d died of horniness and ascended, here, to this moment. She nodded quickly, too eager to play it even kind of cool.
It was silent for a moment, just their breaths coming faster than usual and the heartbeat in her head.
Was this a bad idea? Definitely.
Was she going to do it anyway? Absolutely.
Then the realisation she’d been given the permission she’d prayed for just this morning hit her and she lunged for him, kissing his neck and finding the drawstring for his shorts immediately. She felt his gasp as she mouthed on his throat and his hands found her hips, pulling her close to him.
He tasted salty and a little like chlorine, and she moaned appreciatively. Her hands had successfully untied his shorts by now and she tugged at them impatiently, making him laugh breathlessly. He lifted his hips and she tugged down the fabric, moaning at the sight that greeted her. His cock- big, hard and fucking mouthwatering- actually.
She unceremoniously slid to the floor, shuffling so she was in between his knees. Colin looked down at her, shocked.
“Pen-” he choked. “What are you- I thought you were horny?”
She licked her lips, eyes darting between his dick and his face, adorably perplexed.
“I am,” she breathed, mouth already salivating.
“But, but-” he seemed to be struggling to put his words together, poor guy. “-don’t you want-”
“This is what I want,” Penelope assured him firmly. And it was. Nearly all her fantasies revolved around making Colin look at her the way he was looking at her now. She reached out, gently circling her hand around him, making him gasp. “I’ve been thinking about it since I got here,” she explained as she looked up at him, all inhibitions apparently dead and buried as she heard the raw need in her voice.
Colin’s eyes were almost black and he nodded faintly. She smiled, moving closer just as he spoke again.
“Wait!” She paused, looking up at him impatiently. Then she saw the way he looked at her beseechingly, and melted.
“Kiss me first,” he said, and she couldn’t help but acquiesce when he asked so nicely.
She rose up on her knees as he leaned forward, and they paused, nose to nose, before their lips met. She kissed him slowly, and hummed at his taste. It was warm, wet, and still tasted like plum. She let her tongue meet his, and they moaned in unison. There was no finesse, just wet mouths suckling at one another, capturing each other’s taste like it was juice that might escape. It was tempting to get lost, but Penelope pulled herself away, panting. She gave him a small peck that made him smile, before shuffling back once more, finally able to put her dreams into action.
She hovered over him, inspecting his cock thoroughly, letting her breath tease him as she moved over him. She smiled as he shuddered, then brought her hand to him gently. She raised her eyes to him, holding his gaze as she let a globule of spit dangle from her mouth and fall on his head. Colin's eyes were wide, brow crumpled in disbelief, and she revelled in the way his eyelashes fluttered when she spread her saliva over him.
As much as she enjoyed teasing him, she realised she was just as much teasing herself, and there had already been far too much of that for her liking. She ducked her head down and got to work, Colin groaning as her mouth glided over his cock slowly, and she wondered how much she could fit.
Bobbing up and down she experimented, getting wetter as she felt him tap the back of her throat for the first time. Above her, Colin was doing his best to stay still, hips canting every time she slid down his length. She was addicted to his taste, salty and heady, and she realised she wanted his cum, now.
Deciding he would catch up in his own time, she used her hand in unison with her mouth, sucking and moaning while she sped up. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, his head bulging against her tongue. She paused for a moment, running her tongue under his tip, looking up to see him staring at her frantically, feral. She smiled sweetly, pressing a little kiss to his slit before taking him in her mouth again.
She found a rhythm quickly, bobbing on him as his hips thrust up in time to her. She was losing her mind, and she wondered if she could come like this. Shifting so she was sitting on her heel, she moaned as her wet centre slid over the firm roundness. Grinding as she sucked, she felt her eyes roll back and Colin grabbed at her hair, seeming to need something to hold on to as he unraveled.
The sting of her hair being pulled went straight to her pussy and she took him deeper, enjoying the way her eyes watered and oxygen cut off. She choked happily, staring up at him with glassy eyes as she squirmed on her own foot. Colin stared at her like a wild man, gasping and mouth open. He seemed to realise what she was doing as well, as he choked; “Pen, are you fucking- fucking yourse-” he gave up as she swallowed around his tip, finally pulling off him as the need for air became unignorable.
Realised she’d been sidetracked on her quest, she refocused on sucking him up and down as he fisted the cushions next to him, moaning and groaning and pleading with her. She moaned in response, feeling how close he was by the way he swelled inside her. One more swallow, another gulp against his tip, and he was coming, hot cum spurting so fast she had to puff out her cheeks to catch it all. She drank it down greedily, moaning as she felt him shudder in her mouth.
She thrust against herself, trying to relieve the desperate pressure building between her legs, but then she was being roughly pulled up. Colin, breathing raggedly, dragged her onto her lap, pushing his hand in her shorts without bothering to undo them.
He kissed her desperately, sucking his spend off her tongue as he found the mess in her underwear. He groaned, wasting no time thrusting his fingers inside and grinding the heel of his hand against her mound roughly. Pen moaned into his mouth, coming instantly as he fucked her with his hand, his kisses just as punishing as his touch. She felt wetness flood around his fingers, shuddering and shaking as he kept going, pulling another from her immediately.
Only his mouth stopped her from screaming, the pleasure so close to pain she would try to escape if he wasn’t hooking his digits in her, holding her there. She whined, sensitive and sore against his hand, and she broke away from him, expecting him to let her go. But he didn’t. Instead he pulled her back to his mouth, growling; “another”.
She had no choice but to obey, his fingers stroking her insides while his palm cupped her clit, massaging her from every angle. She felt wetness spilling from her shorts, dripping on the floor, and she humped him like an animal. This. This is what she needed. This is what her body had been screaming for, and she was certain that only Colin could only give it to her.
Finally, after the third orgasm subsided, she could no longer hold herself up. She slumped against his chest, head lolling on his shoulder as a little drool spilled out.
*
“Why is there a half-eaten plum on the floor?”
Eloise’s disgusted voice cut through the chatter of the family who were coming in for lunch. Pen, who was focused on looking casual as she “read” her book in a nearby window seat, looked up innocently and shrugged.
“Not sure, but Colin was in there earlier,” she suggested, swallowing hysterical giggles and a little of his leftover cum. He was currently upstairs, they had suggested separating before the family came back so as not to arouse suspicion. Luckily, she’d had time to duck to her room and change into a near identical pair of shorts and settle in before Eloise had come stomping into the kitchen complaining about bugs.
“Penelope, there you are,” Violet smiled at her warmly as she came in the door, and Penelope hoped she didn’t look too guilty as she smiled back.
“Yeah, the heat was getting a little much for me,” she explained, and Violet nodded understandingly. She heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs then, and busied herself reading her book (staring at squiggles that might as well have been hieroglyphics).
“Colin, why are you such a disgusting pig?” Eloise’s voice greeted her brother, and Pen had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing.
*
“That wasn’t very nice, Penelope.” Colin’s voice was ragged in her ear and she whimpered in surprise and need, feeling his hard cock against her ass as he pulled her into his arms from where he’d been waiting for her by her room. It was nearly 2am, and everyone had finally headed to bed. Penelope had been trying to head to sleep (fingering herself thinking of Colin) for the last few hours, but the family were particularly insistent on her joining all of their teams for charades, simultaneously.
She was exhausted as she headed to her room, but promptly forgot as big hands grabbed her from the darkness.
“You could have at least said you didn’t know who dropped the plum,” he continued into her hair, arms locked around her firmly, and she stifled a laugh. Of course this was about the plum.
She hummed sympathetically.
“Oh, I know, I’m so sorry, Colin…” she murmured, voice dripping with insincere sweetness. Behind her, he ground against her, and she groaned.
“You know, I don’t think you mean that,” he tsked, nudging her to walk, something that was exceedingly difficult with the Colin she’d somehow acquired to her person. She shuffled towards her room, pulling the giant man along with her.
“How can you say that, Colin…” she teased, enjoying herself immensely, even as he delicately bit the shell of her ear, making her shiver.
“And after I did you that favour, too…” They made it to her bedroom at last, and she resisted the urge to remind him that his “favour” was letting her swallow his cum. She disentangled herself and turned to face him as he closed the door behind them.
“I know, it’s terrible,” she pouted, enjoying the way his eyes shone even when they were black. His smirk was filthy. He shook his head slowly, even as his gaze swept up and down her.
“No more favours,” he said, and she wondered when exactly they’d stumbled into this flirty space. Probably when they ate fruit pornographically in front of each other.
She cocked her head, trying her best to look sad.
“Not even one…?” she asked, beginning to unbutton her shirt.
Colin gulped and watched her hands.
“No,” he said, but he didn’t sound as certain as before. She smothered a smirk, walking towards him, pressing her now bra-clad breasts against him. She looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes. Oh, this was so much fun.
He looked down at her, eyes fixed on her cleavage. He met her gaze again and narrowed his eyes.
“Just for arguments sake…” he began, breathing heavier than before, “what favour would you be needing?” Penelope didn’t hide her grin this time.
Got him.
“I want you to fuck my tits,” she said as sweet and bluntly as possible. She was quickly realising that flabbergasting Colin was her favourite thing.
Colin, for his part, was certainly shocked, his lips opening with a pop. When he didn’t say anything, she pushed further. She was mean, she supposed.
“I understand if you can’t though, Colin. You know, after my betrayal.” She scrunched her nose sympathetically. Colin’s look of shock turned to one of determination.
“Get on the bed,” he ground out, and she bit her lip, backing away and trying not to look too pleased with herself. She shed her open shirt and reached behind her to unhook her bra, sitting on the edge of the bed in just her shorts as Colin unashamedly looked through her bedside table, eventually pulling out some lotion.
When he turned back to her, he groaned, eyes on her now bare breasts.
“Pen…” he said, but didn’t say anything else, just staring. She watched him, enjoying his gaze immensely. Eventually he brought his eyes back up to her face and shook his head, walking towards her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, stopping to stand in front of her. She could see his cock bulging against his shorts once more, and bit her lip, tempted to suck him off again. But no, she had plans.
Colin reached for her, gently palming her breasts, groaning as they moved under his hands. He weighed them in his hands, massaging and pulling at them, and she sighed happily, looking up at him. He traced her nipples, rolling them in his fingers and she felt herself get even wetter. God, she loved him. She knew lust was driving this, but what was driving the lust? Exactly, love. It was science.
For the second time that day, she pulled down his pants, warmness throbbing between her legs at the sight of him once more. His cock was perfect.
She gently took the lotion from Colin, who seemed to be otherwise occupied (playing with her tits). Leaning back slightly, she squeezed moisturiser over her chest, gasping at its coolness. Colin was on her in a flash, smearing it around, sliding his fingers over her softness.
Leaning forward, she looked up at him and gently took him by the cock, guiding him forward. He stared down at her, completely enthralled, and she liked it a lot. She let him go, his cock tapping against her chest as she did. He reached across to hold himself as she grabbed her breasts, pushing them up and together to surround him, gently slipping back and forth a few times to test the angle. Judging from the groan Colin gave it was more than okay, and she looked up at him and smiled, nodding and he whimpered, making her gush. She loved a whimpering man (or Colin. A whimpering Colin. It was a specific preference).
Colin dragged himself back through her tits slowly before pushing himself back in again, breathing heavily. Using his hand to keep the angle right, he repeated the motion, the lotion enabling an easy slide each way. Penelope could feel the ridges of him between her breasts, and the look on his face alone was enough to drive her crazy. Astonishment and lust drew his brows together, his lip into his teeth, as he sped up, beginning to fuck her in earnest.
She made herself stay still, her pussy throbbing with need with each thrust, the way he was using her so perfectly. She couldn’t help but drop her chin, sticking her tongue out to provide a nice place for him to land with each thrust in. He cried out at the feeling, speeding up so that all that could be heard was the steady thwap thwap thwap of him fucking her tits.
His moans got closer together, and she squeezed her breasts tighter still, making an even narrower passage for him. She mourned not being able to see him, but made do with each whine and gasp he gave until he suddenly choked, stuttered and spilled all over her chest. She moaned, his hot release gratifying her inexplicably as it dripped over her breasts. She lowered her head, using the higher than normal positioning of her cleavage to lap at his cum, feeling his knees buckle when he realised what she was doing.
She reached behind, grabbing his ass to support him as he stepped away from her. He looked down at her, looking shell shocked and gasping for breath. She smiled at him, a little manically, squirming with need for more, more of him.
Recognising the desperation in her eyes, he quickly unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down and off her while she wriggled in excitement. He gazed down at her, dripping and puffy, his dick somehow still hard, or hard again, she wasn’t sure. She whined impatiently, and he grinned, pushing her by the shoulder so she would lay down. She hummed, pleased and relaxed back onto the bedspread as she felt him pick her legs up and wrap them around his waist.
Still standing, he lined his cock up with her entrance, and she moaned needily, anticipation pinging in every cell. When he pushed in, the slide was easy but the fit was tight, and they groaned in unison.
She looked up to see Colin watching her face, checking for signs of discomfort, and she smiled reassuringly. He smiled as well, lifting her hips slightly so her pelvis was flush with his. Then he began fucking her, hard.
Penelope felt her eyes roll back in her head, his punishing pace exactly what she needed, feeling her head jerk up and down on the bed with each slam of his hips. She was so wet she felt it run down between her cheeks, and his hips tapped her clit so perfectly she was coming nearly immediately, crying out and grasping at the sheets.
Much like last time, Colin didn’t slow though, and she was glad. Her need was incessant and smoldering, and she let him fuck her from one orgasm straight into the next. It was like he was scratching an itch on her soul, and she let him use her as she came undone for a second time, her back arching off the bed and tears in her eyes.
When she slumped back on the bed, Colin slowed slightly, searching her face. When she smiled at him, she was sure it was the most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever given. She wanted to cry with how he was fucking her so well. Colin grinned back, clearly satisfied that she was not only okay, but ready for more.
He slowed to a complete stop, and she whined, frowning, before realising he had placed a thumb on her clit. And that’s it. He didn’t move his thumb, and he didn’t move his dick, just stood, smirking down at her while she stared back, confused. Then she realised something was happening.
Her pussy, clearly searching for more stimulation, pulsated on its own and with astonishment she realised pleasure was building from her clit in waves as he applied steady pressure there. She whimpered, not able to speed it up like she normally would, and bereft that he didn’t seem to want to do that either. She could only lie there as the orgasm built in gentle rises, falling away each time until she was desperately crying out with each new spasm. Still Colin didn’t move, just watched as she had no choice but to fall apart, slowly, one piece at a time. His eyes, dark and bright, widened as she clenched around him, and he suddenly pulled back, and she wailed as liquid sprayed out of her in his wake.
He stared at her in shock, and she stared back.
Well, that was new.
Colin pushed himself back in and she mewled, shuddering when he pulled out of her and she did it again. Colin watched, fascinating, fucking as much squirt out of her as he possibly could while she lay there, dazed. Eventually she couldn’t take anymore and her legs unhooked themselves from him, falling on either side of his legs. She couldn’t even lift her head to look at him, but she felt him gently stroke her thighs, her flesh rolling and twitching under his hands.
He scooped her up and she let herself be scooped, pushed up so her legs were on the bed. She sighed in relief, and then Colin was in front of her face. He kissed her nose gently. She tried to speak, words coming out slurred.
“Do you- you need to, you can-”
Colin pulled her into a cuddle, soothing her drunkish ramblings.
“Nah, it’s cool. I’m exhausted. Besides, you still have my cum on your chest.”
She might have argued, but she felt sleep taking her even as she opened her mouth to do so.
*
The next day, Colin came down to breakfast late, which wasn’t super unusual. Penelope crossed her legs at just the sight of him though, knowing the reason why was that he’d just been sneakily stuffing her ruined bedding in the wash.
His eyes met hers as he made his way to the kitchen, and she smiled, hopefully normally. He grinned back, so openly it took her breath away.
He’d woken with her, kissing her face and urging her to go to breakfast while he cleaned up. Her sleep-addled mind couldn’t argue, and she staggered on wobbly legs into the adjoining bathroom to wash the smell of sex off herself.
She shoved eggs into her mouth, all the orgasms apparently giving her a Colin-sized appetite. Next to her, the siblings chattered away, bickering and teasing. Colin came to sit down opposite her, flashing her another grin she felt between her legs.
“Wow, don’t tell me the caveman knows how to use cutlery,” Eloise said sarcastically, looking pointedly at Colin cutting into his pancakes.
Penelope quickly shoved some bacon in her mouth to stop herself from laughing while Colin glared at them.
*
They found the stream after a while, so long that Pen was worried they’d imagined it. The little brook was their secret, found when they were children and sworn to tell no one. It was where they disappeared to decompress after too much Bridgerton time, where they traded secrets, and now, the perfect place to get busy without anyone stumbling upon them.
It was warm, and Penelope slipped off her sandals so she could dip her toes in the cool water, moaning at the relief. Colin smirked, but did the same, and they sat on the water’s edge, just like old times.
Well, not exactly like old times.
Penelope had her hands on Colin’s drawstring once again, beginning to kiss his neck.
“Pen…” Colin started, his breath catching at each movement of her fingers at his waistband.
“Mmm?” she replied, licking a drip of sweat from his skin. She felt him gently take her hands off him and leaned back so he was looking at her face.
“Stop for a sec,” he said gently, and she felt panic begin to rise. This was it, she guessed. The part where they had to talk about “it”. She had known it was coming, but was kind of hoping if she kept touching his dick, maybe she could put it off.
She put her hands in her lap and waited, chewing her lip.
“I can’t keep doing this, Pen.” Oh God, oh God, it was even worse. He was ending it. She felt her stomach plummet as possible ramifications for that flickered through her mind. Damn her stupid loins.
“You said you wanted me to do you a favour, and that’s fine,” Colin was saying, and she guiltily wondered if he felt used. Colin continued; “But all you’ve done is put my pleasure first…”
Penelope paused her internal spiralling, confused.
“...which is great. It’s so good. But, I want my turn to do that too. I mean, I haven’t even got to taste your pussy yet…” he looked genuinely upset, which was ridiculous and adorable. Pen couldn’t stop the giggle that spilled out of her mouth, relief and love crashing over her in waves.
Colin looked cross.
“Don’t laugh, Pen. My partner’s pleasure is very important to me, especially when my partner is you-” he grumbled and Pen perked up.
“What does that mean?” she asked, giddy hope bubbling in her chest as Colin looked flustered.
“Just that, that. Well, you’re important to me. Obviously.”
Pen stared at him through narrowed eyes.
“Obviously,” she agreed, albeit skeptically. She thought for a moment, something nagging her in the corner of her mind.
“Colin?” she asked. He looked at her, waiting. “You’re not upset about this…situation?”
He looked confused.
“What situation?”
She sighed.
“This one. The one where we make each other come and stuff?” she prompted and he smiled at her, amused.
“No, Penelope. As strange as it may seem to you, I’m not too upset by the beautiful girl who wants to suck my cock.”
She rolled her eyes, chewing her lip.
“What do you think it means…for our friendship?” she asked tentatively, looking down at her hand in the grass. Colin’s hand appeared then, covering her own, and she looked up at him.
“What do you want it to mean?” he asked softly and she swallowed. She could lie, she supposed. But he meant more to her than that.
“Everything,” she said, shrugging, keeping his eye contact just barely. To her surprise, Colin smiled back at her.
“Same,” he said and she felt her chest fill with love, so much she nearly couldn’t breathe.
“Oh,” she said, pleased.
“Mmm,” he agreed, bringing her hand up to his face and kissing it.
“Now, for the love of all that is good and holy, can I please eat you out?”
She pretended to think for a moment, before nodding with a smile.
“I guess,” she said. “As a favour.”