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Summary: Bicep riding with Colt (nsfw)
Words: ~1.1 k
Colt knew you loved his body. He worked hard to maintain his physique because it allowed him to do his job and do it well, but even if he wasn’t doing stunts he would still be hitting the gym for your sake. You were constantly all over him. In public you were more well-behaved, usually content with holding his hand or linking your arm with his, occasionally sliding a hand around his waist and pulling him to your side or even daring a quick squeeze of his ass if you thought you could get away with it. When it was just the two of you, you were always touching him, even if you weren’t trying to seduce him. If you were walking past each other, you were trailing a hand across his chest. If he was cooking, you were pressed against his back with your hands in the front pockets of his jeans. You were always offering to scratch his head or rub his shoulders, and your loving touch always left him sighing.
Colt was pretty crazy about you, too. Yours was the most serious relationship he’d ever been in and if he got his way, he wanted it to be the last he ever had. He still couldn’t believe how perfect you were for each other. As much as you always wanted to be touching him, he craved contact with you; he was an incredibly tactile person. Colt couldn’t get enough of holding you, tasting you, feeling your fingers laced with his as you walked down the street or when he held your hands over your head on the bed and fucked you deep and slow. He had a huge appetite for physical affection and was endlessly thrilled that you shared it. You made him feel like the hottest guy in the world.
Even so, you were capable of surprising him. Like right now. “You wanna do what?” he asked, trying not to choke. His heartrate had taken off and wasn’t coming back. You smiled and ran your hand down his arm.
“I want to ride your bicep,” you repeated, as if it were the simplest request you’d ever made.
Colt reeled for just a moment longer, then the decisiveness that made him so good at what he did kicked in. He grinned. “Then what are we waiting around here for?” Your smile turned sharp and he loved you for it.
In the bedroom, you stripped off your clothes and he removed his shirt and laid on his back on the bed. He blatantly checked you out as you crossed the room to retrieve the lube from the dresser. “Babe, if you changed your mind about my bicep, I know another part of me that wouldn’t mind a ride.” He winked.
“Are you ever serious?” you asked in mock exasperation. You climbed onto the bed and squirted lubricant into your hand and spread it on his bicep; Colt twitched in his pants.
He reached up and groped your breast. “You know the answer to that,” he said, voice pitched low and playful. You ran your clean hand through his hair and he hummed, eyes fluttering closed briefly.
“Ready, stuntman?” you goaded, spreading a generous amount of lube between your legs.
Colt gave you a thumbs up and felt stupidly proud as you failed to hold back a smile. You lowered yourself onto his bicep and Colt’s mouth went dry. Your wetness seeped onto his skin and warmed the lube, creating a deliciously smooth glide that caused your breath to hitch. Colt wasn’t even flexing, but the muscle was so defined he could see how your folds curved over its shape as you moved your hips back and forth. Your hand came to his shoulder to steady yourself.
“How’s it feel?” Colt rumbled. His jeans were rapidly becoming too tight as he watched and he was completely enamored with how good of a view he was getting of all of you.
“‘Sgood,” you said breathily and bore down harder onto him, which caused Colt to flex involuntarily. “Do that again,” you requested, and he did. Colt felt you gush onto his bicep and it ran down onto the towel you’d put beneath his arm.
“Oh, wow,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He put a hand on your thigh so he could feel your muscles working.
You started a laugh that slid into a sigh. “Surprised?” Your hips rolled steadily over his bulging muscle; Colt thought he’d never get enough of your soft folds caressing him like this.
“A little,” he answered, slightly strained. He took his hand off your thigh and grabbed a fistful of the bedspread to keep from touching himself. He flexed in time with your thrusts, determined to make you feel good so you’d want to do this again. His bicep was soaked and he couldn’t wait to lick you off of it afterward. Your thighs were starting to tremble and his cock jerked when he felt your walls clench; you were pressed that tight against his arm.
Unable to hold back any longer, he rubbed his thumb against your clit and you gasped sharply, giving aborted little thrusts against the rough pad of his finger and smearing his bicep with fresh slick. “That’s it, good girl,” Colt grunted. “You look so fuckin’ good like this.” You whimpered as you bucked into his touch. “I love you so much. I want you to come for me.” He swiped his thumb faster and your fingers dug into his shoulder painfully.
“Oh Colt, Colt,” you whined, and then you were shaking as he brought you over the edge. You rode it out until you were spent and Colt helped lift you off his arm and slid it out from under you. He got off the bed and shoved his pants down, groaning as he wrapped a hand around his aching length, a little embarrassed at how close he was already. “Come on my face,” you urged, and Colt didn’t need to be told twice.
Colt stroked himself quickly, and his release slammed into him with enough force his knees almost buckled as his come spurted onto your face. You opened your mouth, catching some on your tongue, and that wasn’t a sight he’d forget in a hurry. Colt stood there panting as you smiled at him with your face covered in his spend. Your tongue darted out to lick it off your lips. Colt was kissing you before he knew what he was doing, cupping your face gently and tasting himself.
“I love you,” he said. He pressed his forehead to yours. “That was so hot. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you murmured, and kissed him sweetly. “Shower with me?”
Colt smiled. You giggled as he scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom.
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