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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years ago

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Mine | Chapter Eleven

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), fingering, p in v sex, alcohol usage, drunk presley, mentions of vomiting when hungover, unprotected sex, drunk sex, angst

I hope y'all know that every chapter from here on out will have smut lmao

Presley

One of my favorite things is waking up before Colson.

Although he’s shown so much vulnerability with me, I know he hasn’t completely let himself go yet. I know he was on the verge of tears last night but that he wouldn’t let them out. I wonder when the last time he cried was.

But in the mornings, when he’s still asleep, he can’t be anything but vulnerable. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. Although most mornings I’ll wake up on his chest or the little spoon to his big spoon, every once in a while, he’ll wriggle down the bed so his head is on my chest and my arms are wrapped around him. Today is one of those days.

I admire the fluffy blonde head on my chest and tilt my head so I can see his face. His long eyelashes create soft shadows on his cheeks. His perfectly plump lips are parted very slightly. His strong jaw is covered in light scruff, which I love, especially when he’s between my legs, and all of a sudden, my admiration turns into arousal.

I shift a little beneath him, and realize there’s a slight ache between my legs. It makes sense. Colson is huge. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him again.

It’s so surreal to think that I lost my virginity last night. The general consensus from women is that losing your virginity is miserable and it hurts, and that it takes a few times for it to feel good. After last night, I’m realizing that those poor women all lost their virginities to guys who didn’t care or know enough to get them ready beforehand. Colson made me come before he was even inside of me, and even before that, he got me wet. He didn’t rush me at all and he was gentle. And fuck, it felt good.

His fingers are long and thick and those feel amazing, but nothing can compare to the feeling of Colson’s cock fitting so tightly inside of me. It reached places that nothing else had before, and the pressure was so painfully pleasurable. I want more.

I push his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead. He stirs a bit but his eyes stay closed. I kiss his temple and then lift my head a little so I can kiss his cheek. He shifts again and finally opens up those gorgeous blue eyes. He looks at me through a sleepy haze but his eyes flutter closed when I put my mouth on his.

His soft groan when we kiss pushes me into an even deeper state of desire. His lips part with mine and the kiss is gentle and slow but so, so hot. God. I feel insatiable. Now that I’ve finally had sex after 23 years of celibacy, am I going to be in the mood constantly? And if so, do I even mind?

Colson’s body seems to finally wake up and he tightens his grip on me, his big hand sliding up my ribcage. He makes me feel so small beneath him even though I’m not. Another reason I’ve been self-conscious is because I’m either taller than most guys or pretty close in height. I wouldn’t mind dating a short guy, but they get weird about tall girls. Good thing Colson is a giant.

In more ways than one. His cock starts to fill and as his hips shift, I feel it press into my thigh. I moan softly and wrap my leg around his waist. He pulls me even closer somehow, wrapping me so safely in his arms. I love how he smells in the morning, how he tastes. Before I met Colson, I grimaced at the thought of morning sex and kissing in the morning because of the obvious morning breath, but it doesn’t bother me with Colson. I barely notice. I think he could go without showering for a month and I’d still want him. That’s how deep I am in all of this.

I gasp softly when his hand grips my ass, squeezing gently. He finally breaks the kiss and grins sleepily at me. “I like this wake up call,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep, and the sound shoots right between my legs. “What did I do to deserve all this?” he asks.

I stare into his eyes and melt a little more. The fact that he feels so honored to be with me is a confidence boost I so desperately needed. “I’m not sure,” I murmur, “but I was wondering the same thing.”

Colson’s grin widens a little and he slides a hand into my hair to hold my head. “I love you, Presley,” he murmurs, and it feels so special hearing it when we’re not having sex. I know sex releases endorphins and makes people want to say things like that, but I know he means it.

“I love you, too,” I tell him, pulling his face to mine for another kiss. This one is hungrier, Colson’s perfect teeth grazing my lip. I shiver and moan again, gripping at him. My hand slides from his neck to his biceps, squeezing, and then drifts to his chest to feel his soft skin. As my hand wanders, so does Colson’s. He lets go of my ass to trace long fingers delicately down my neck, and then he palms my breast, his warm hand contrasting with the goosebumps his touch brings.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re killing me. Tell me I can make love to you again.”

I make a helpless little sound and push my hips forward, desperate for his touch. “Please, Cols,” I beg.

Colson’s eyes are dark when he rolls me gently onto my back and climbs on top of me. “Let me get you ready first,” he murmurs, hand already drifting between my legs to stroke me. My eyes close and I suck in a breath. “You sore, baby?” he asks softly, and I nod. He nods, too. “I’ll be careful, love. I’ll make you feel better. Okay?”

“Okay,” I reply, so full of love I might burst. He smiles at me and his eyes drop to my lips before he kisses me. He pushes my legs apart a little more, and then he’s sliding two fingers inside of me. I’d been so desperate for his touch that it wrenches a moan from me, and Colson pulls back from the kiss, looking a little surprised.

He chuckles softly. “You okay?” he asks.

“More than,” I say shakily, hips squirming. “More, baby, please–”

Colson moans and kisses me hard, pumping his fingers for a few moments before curving them inside of me. I whimper and arch my back a little, my head starting to become a little hazy with pleasure. The room heats as he keeps fingering me, the heel of his hand grinding into my clit, and I could come from this, but I don’t want to. I want to come with him inside of me. So I wait until I’m on the edge and then I push his hand away. He frowns at me but I just shake my head. “Not yet,” I tell him. He swallows hard and nods, keeping his eyes on mine as he slips his fingers into his mouth. “Fuck,” I whisper.

Colson smirks a little and reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand. “You sure you can handle this again?” he asks, eyes suddenly filled with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I promise,” I say quickly. “Colson, please–”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he says, hastily getting the condom on. He bites his lip as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. I whimper, brow furrowing, remembering all at once how close I’d been before I made him stop. I’m so desperate that I’m sure I’ll be able to come when we start having sex.

“Ready?” Colson asks, and I nod. He nods, too, then looks down as he slips himself inside of me. I wince just slightly and Colson sees it. He lets go of his cock and touches my face, shushing me gently as he slowly inches his hips forward. I whimper softly as he fills me, but I just stare into the eyes of the man I love and it’s all okay.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe when his hips are finally pressed to mine.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I manage, digging my nails into his biceps. His cock is so long that it rests right against my g-spot without him even moving. “H-holy shit, Cols.”

Colson smirks. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine. “Move, Col, please.”

Colson nods and looks into my eyes as he slowly starts to move. Every time he thrusts, stars cloud my vision. Holy shit, it feels so good that it almost hurts, but in the very best way. Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? God, I’m so lucky.

My mouth hangs open as he fucks into me, and all I can do is take it, letting out little moans and whimpers. Finally, I grab his hip and he looks down at me curiously. “Can we try something new?” I ask.

Colson’s eyes sparkle and he nods. He pulls out and helps me to flip over onto my stomach. “I can get pretty deep like this,” he says. “You promise to tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise,” I assure him, looking at him over my shoulder. I arch my back a little and Colson moans, taking the opportunity to slip his cock back inside. I shudder at the feeling and as his hips press against my ass, my jaw drops. “Holy fuck,” I whimper. He’s right, he can get really deep like this, but god, it feels fucking perfect.

“Feel good?” he asks, breathing labored as he starts to move.

“Y-yes, so good, Colson,” I moan.

“Good,” he murmurs, leaning over me to kiss my shoulder. “Because I want to make you come like this.” His words draw a moan out of me and I clench around him unintentionally. “Oh, fuck baby, that feels so good,” he moans.

“Mm, Colson,” I whimper, grasping at the sheets.

“Lift your hips a little, baby,” he instructs, and when I do, he slips his hand underneath my body. Immediately, two fingertips find my clit and start to rub circles. I let out a loud and broken moan at the feeling, legs pressing together.

“C-Colson,” I gasp, butterflies filling my stomach. “Shit, baby, that feels s-so – oh fuck – so good.”

“Good girl,” Colson grunts, biting my shoulder gently before kissing the spot. “God, I love you so much.”

I’ve gone completely speechless at this point. All I can do is breathe hard. Every time he thrusts, he grinds so perfectly against my spot and coupled with the way his fingertips circle my clit, I can barely keep my eyes from crossing. I’ve never felt pleasure like this, and all at once, I’m close again, so fucking close.

I cry out, legs starting to convulse, and Colson fucks me just a little bit harder. “Oh fuck, I can feel you, baby, you close?” he manages.

“Y-yes,” I cry out, eyes squeezing shut. I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white, and then I scream. Pleasure crashes into me so hard that I swear to god I black out for a second. My walls convulse around Colson’s thick cock, squeezing it so hard that he has to slow his movements a little. I’ve never, ever felt anything as good as this. I don’t want it to ever stop, and it takes a long time before it does.

By then, I realize that Colson is pulling my hips up so I’m on my knees. I keep my face pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and moan as Colson picks up his pace. Big hands curl around my hips and I can hear him panting. “O-oh sh-shit,” he says brokenly, hips jerking against me. “Fuck, Pres, I’m so close–”

I arch my back even deeper and he curses lowly, hands moving to squeeze my ass, and then he pulls me hard against him as he comes. I wish I could see him because if his sounds are any indication of how good this feels for him, his face must be an absolute wonder. Finally, he slumps over me, letting out a weak, “Fuck.”

Gently, Colson presses my hips down, and as I go onto my stomach, he pulls out. All I can do is lie there boneless, breathing hard. “Holy shit,” I say weakly, closing my eyes.

“Yeah,” Colson says with a chuckle. He rolls out of bed and gets rid of the condom, and I take a second to admire his body. His long limbs, his perfectly toned abdomen, all of his tattoos. He’s so perfect and he’s mine. I love him so much. I never want to let him go. And that doesn’t scare me for some reason.

He catches me looking at him and he grins, bending over to kiss me. His hand drifts to my ass and squeezes gently. “Go pee,” he whispers, and I groan. He chuckles but grabs my hand, helping me out of bed. My legs almost collapse beneath me and Colson laughs, eyes lighting up. “Okay?”

“Not my fault you made me come that hard,” I say, patting his chest as I walk on shaky legs to the bathroom.

“Not sorry,” Colson says, and I look over my shoulder at him, sticking out my tongue. He winks and my knees weaken even more.

When I get back in bed, Colson is on me like glue, wrapping himself around me. He hums and nuzzles my neck, and I giggle at the way his fluffy blonde hair tickles my face. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He kisses me softly and we both smile.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you,” he tells me. We kiss for a few minutes and then he sighs, rolling onto his back. “Fuck, I don’t want to go back to the real world. Can we just stay in my bed and fuck forever?”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I say, settling my head on his chest. “How many shows are left?”

“Ten,” Colson answers. “But only four weeks.”

I wince. A month until we have to tell Cash about us. I’m mad as fuck at my brother, but I also know this is going to hurt him. I’m not looking forward to confessing.

But at the same time, he has to understand that I’m happy. He has to understand that this is what’s best for me. We can both have Colson in our lives. Colson being my boyfriend doesn’t really impact their friendship. Cash has to understand.

Right?

Colson

We’re back on the road and it’s making me depressed.

I spent the last week holed up with Presley in my bed, fucking and cuddling and getting to know each other even more. I love her more and more every single day, and I love that I’m distancing myself from the Colson I was just a couple months ago. I don’t want to even look at another girl. All I want is Presley.

She makes me feel so safe and she loves me for who I am. Although telling Cash is looming on the horizon, I’m not letting it ruin my happiness. I just wish Pres and I didn’t have to hide it now that the tour has started up again.

We’re at the venue and I’ve just stepped outside to smoke. I hear the door open and when I look over, I spot Rook coming to join me. “Hey brother,” I say, offering him a smoke. He grabs one from the pack and accepts my light. We’re quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence, but then he looks at me.

“So,” he says. “You gonna tell me about you and Presley?”

I stiffen and clutch my cigarette so hard that it squishes, rendering it useless. “Fuck,” I mutter, dropping it onto the ground and snuffing it out with the heel of my boot. “What are you talking about?” I grunt.

Rook gives me a look that silently communicates what he’s thinking: Be fucking for real right now. I groan and scrub my hands over my face before grabbing and lighting another cigarette. “How did you find out?” I mutter.

Rook shrugs. “Y’all aren’t sneaky, to be honest,” he says.

My blood runs cold. Does that mean Cash knows? But no, if he did, he would’ve lost his shit by now. “We never even touch.”

“You don’t have to,” Rook says, glancing up at me. “It’s the way y’all look at each other, Kells.”

As scared and upset as I should be, his words make me feel all melty and gooey. Is it that obvious just from our looks? I nod slowly. “Got it,” I say.

“Why are y’all hiding it?” he asks.

“Cash,” I mutter.

Rook’s brow furrows but then he nods. “Oh. Forgot he told us she was off-limits.”

“Presley’s pissed about it,” I say. “She says it’s none of his business.”

“Well, it isn’t,” Rook agrees. “I get that he’s protective but Presley ain’t his property.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Tell him when the tour ends,” I mutter. “Pres and I are worried if we tell him before he’ll ditch the tour.”

“Ah,” Rook says quietly. “That makes sense.”

“He’s gonna hate me, man.”

“Maybe he won’t,” Rook says. “Maybe he’ll be mad at first, but he’ll get over it.”

I sigh and kind of zone out for a second. “This is all so fucked, Rook,” I say.

Rook frowns. “Are you happy?”

I look over at him, hesitating. “Rook, I love her,” I finally admit.

Rook’s eyes widen. “Holy shit. Love?” he asks. “So this is real.”

“Of course it’s real,” I snap, frowning at him. “You think I’m just taking advantage of her or some shit?”

“Dude, no,” Rook says, chuckling a little. “Relax. I just mean this isn’t a fling. This is something you want to last for a while.”

“Maybe even forever,” I say quietly.

Rook whistles low. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “Listen, bro,” he says. “Cash can't tell y’all what to do. If he’s mad, yeah, that shit sucks, but if you’re happy…”

He’s not thinking about what will really happen when we tell Cash. There's a big chance we’ll lose the best guitarist our band has ever seen.

The show goes well, and when I get off the stage, I immediately spot Presley. I always do. She looks beautiful tonight, as she always does, and I give her a little smile. She smiles back, and it hurts. All I want to do is pick her up and kiss her. She’s all I want. But then I see Cash scooping Olivia into his arms and fury rises in me again. I stalk off down the hall towards my dressing room before I can say something I shouldn’t.

I try to slam the door but I don’t hear it slam. Confused, I turn around, seeing that Presley has caught the door. She steps inside and closes it quietly behind her before turning the lock. I sigh and look her up and down. She’s so beautiful in a long t-shirt that highlights her long legs, Doc Martens on her feet. The look she gives me is knowing and a little sad, and she opens her arms.

Huffing, I step forward and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me. Her scent calms me immediately and I close my eyes, trying to get a hold of my emotions, but it’s hard. There’s never been so much going on in my head at the same time. Love. Fury. Fear. Happiness. Sadness. Confusion. It’s all too much. I focus on the feeling of Presley in my arms, the scent of her hair.

“You okay?” she asks quietly. I hesitate, then shake my head no. She sighs quietly and rubs my back, squeezing me a little tighter.

“It just isn’t fair,” I mumble into her neck. “That they get to be together and happy and we don’t.”

Pres nods, gently stroking her nails over the back of my neck. I shiver at the sensation and slowly, I start to relax. “We will, babe,” she tells me. “Not much longer now. I promise.”

I’m already angry anticipating Cash’s reaction. I’m not scared anymore. I’m just pissed. It’s so misogynistic for him to want to control who his sister dates and fucks. It’s none of his business and the longer I stew on it, the angrier I get. How much longer can I keep pretending I’m not furious at the guy?

“Let’s go out tonight,” she tells me, pulling back from the hug. “Let’s just get drinks and hang out and try to have some fun, yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I still feel all sulky and pissed but she’s right. The others will want to go out, too, and I can’t ruin the vibe. I just have to keep control over myself.

Going out, as it turns out, was a bad idea.

In order to distract myself, I drank. A lot. Shot after shot, mixed drink after mixed drink, and I’m wasted right now. Completely wasted. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that Presley, too, is wasted.

Presley doesn’t drink. She made that very clear when we first met. She has a one-drink limit when she goes out; she prefers smoking. But for whatever reason, she’s had several drinks tonight. It takes a lot less to get her drunk than it does me, but it makes my stomach churn wondering why she would do that.

I’m sitting at a table right now watching her on the dance floor with Olivia. Both girls are drunk, and they hold hands as they dance. Pres tips her head back, her long, black hair swaying behind her, and her eyes drift closed. She looks beautiful. She always does. And something about her slow movements, her hazy smile…it’s turning me on.

I can’t stop jiggling my legs. All I want to do is go out there, wrap myself around her, and grind on her until she’s begging me to drag her to the bathroom. It isn’t fair that I can’t. As I stare at her, her eyes open and she turns her head, eyes locking right on mine. I startle a little but she just smirks and waves at me. I can’t help but smile and wave back. She gestures for me to come out onto the floor but I shake my head. She pouts and I just shrug, knowing we can’t do this.

Suddenly, fear makes my blood run cold. Presley doesn’t get drunk. Alcohol is a truth serum. What if she tells Cash? I need to get her off that fucking floor. But she’s already walking towards me. I stiffen as she steps into my space, her hands going to my shoulders. Her cheeks are so pink and she smells of fruity drink but my dick is hard in my jeans despite how fucked up I am and I can’t do this right now. I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off.

“Pres,” I say, looking around. I try to pull away a little.

“Col, please,” she whines, touching my face.

I grip her wrist and yank her hand away harder than intended. Her eyes flash with pain and my mouth drops open. “Pres,” I say. “Cash.”

Her lip wobbles and she takes a step back, hanging her head. God, it breaks my heart to have to reject her. I look around for Cash and find him on the dance floor with Olivia, paying no mind to anything else. With that, I grab Presley’s hand and pull her fast through the crowd to the bathroom.

She stumbles as I push her inside and I lock the door behind us. When I turn around to face her, she lunges at me, mouth on my neck. It startles a moan out of me and I close my eyes, hands going to her hips in an attempt to compose myself, to stop her from getting too close. But this only encourages my girlfriend more.

Her hands are at my belt, and despite how drunk she is, she gets it undone fast, then goes for the button and zipper of my jeans. “Pres,” I grunt, her fumbling fingers putting pressure on my hard cock.

“Colson, please,” she whimpers, sinking her teeth into my neck and I hiss, dick twitching. I close my eyes, begging for composure, but I’m too drunk to think logically, and my hands go right to her ass, squeezing hard. She moans against my neck and the sound pushes me over the edge of control.

I grip her hips and move her back forcefully, shoving her into the vanity. She gasps, eyes glossy when she looks at me. I lean in and kiss her hard, biting her lip and pushing my tongue into her mouth. She can’t stop moaning, her hands all over me. They slide up under my shirt, nails gouging into my chest, and I moan. How am I so hard after all that alcohol?

“Pres,” I groan, lifting her onto the counter. “You’re drunk, baby. Why are you drunk?”

“Col, shh,” she says, pressing her plush lips to mine again. “Besides, you’re drunk, too.”

She’s not wrong.

“Colson, please, baby, I need you,” she pleads, hands sliding down into my boxers to grip my ass. “Love you, baby, please.”

I groan and press my forehead to hers. This is a bad idea. We’re both so drunk, but I push her shirt out of the way and tug her shorts down so they hang off one ankle. Then, I’m pushing her panties to the side and touching her, and as always, she’s so hot and wet and all I want is to bury myself inside her. She pulls out my cock and I grunt softly at the relief. She pulls me in hard, bringing my dick to her pussy, and I’m speechless at how dominant she’s being, how forceful. I like to be in control, but I can’t lie, this has me so fucking hard that I’m leaking.

Presley arches her back as she drags the head of my cock over her clit, a moan wrenching from her throat, and when she places me at her entrance and grabs my ass, I let her pull me in. We moan together as she pulls me deep, wet warmth enveloping my throbbing cock. “H-holy shit, Pres,” I manage, eyes closing as her nails dig into my ass.

“Come on, baby, fuck me, fuck me,” she whines, canting her hips. I bite down on her neck and do as I’m told, my pace already hard and fast. “Yes! Fuck!” Pres cries, and we’re being so loud, but I can hear the music thumping and hopefully no one can hear us. Besides, I’ve lost all control by now, and I’m clinging to her as I fuck into her.

“Uhhh, Pres,” I moan, closing my eyes as she clenches around me. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” she purrs, sliding that sinful tongue over my XX tattoo. “Mm fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, you too,” I manage, gripping her ass to pull her closer.

“Harder,” she gasps, head falling back. I take advantage, kissing that gorgeous neck while she moans, and she spreads her legs wider as I start to pound into her. I know my cock is ramming into her spot with every thrust, and even over our noises and the music in the bar, I can hear how wet she is around me.

“God, Presley, you have the wettest pussy,” I moan, and my dirty talk isn’t great, but it makes her moan anyway.

Presley’s cries get louder and she leans back, pressing her chest out. She spreads her legs as far as she can, sucking me deeper, and I curse, hips stuttering. Presley is pure fucking magic. This drunk, I would never be hard for anyone else, and if by some miracle I was, I wouldn’t ever be able to come this wasted. But with Presley, I’m completely weak.

Hastily, I shove her shirt up and she gets the idea, holding it out of the way so I can literally rip her lace bralette open. The tatters of the delicate material hang on either side of her perfect tits and I duck my head to suck hard at her nipple. She wails as I gnash my teeth against her, and I swear to god her pussy gushes a little bit more. We’re making such a mess but I couldn’t care less.

“Colson!” she cries, and I press my fingers to her clit, rubbing fast, harsh circles. I’m desperate to make her explode around my cock. She falls apart right in front of me, tears squeezing from the corner of her gorgeous, jade eyes as her mouth hangs open, perfect teeth on display. She pants, chest rising and falling fast, and with a scream, her hips jerk forward. Her pussy is like a vise on my cock, squeezing so hard that it almost hurts. “Ohhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” she whines as she writhes against me, and in the split second before I explode, I remember a very important fact.

We forgot a condom.

It’s with that thought that I wrench backwards and before I can even get my hand on my cock, my cum splatters over her thighs and stomach. I scramble to get a hand around myself, jerking myself through as my head falls to Presley’s shoulder. My heart is pounding so fucking hard with a mix of panic and relief from coming so hard.

“Oh, fuck, Pres,” I say weakly. “We forgot a condom.”

“S’okay,” she slurs, rubbing my back. “I’m on birth control.” My brow furrows but then she explains: “To regulate my periods.”

“Oh,” I say, immediately going boneless with relief. But then, we both stiffen because someone is knocking on the door. “Hang on!” I call, looking at Pres. Her eyes are wide, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. Is someone we know waiting outside? A fan who’s going to run to the tabloids with this? God, we’re being so fucking reckless.

I quickly clean her up and we help each other dress. Cautiously, I open the door, but whoever it was must’ve gotten sick of waiting because there’s no one. “Okay,” I say. “You go first. I’ll follow in a few.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a quick kiss before stumbling down the hall. God, she’s drunk, but I might be even drunker. My head spins and I groan.

Thankfully, everyone seems ready to go and make the trip back to the hotel. Sure enough, Cash wants to switch rooms with Pres, so I help carry Presley’s bags to my room. Without even taking off her boots, my girlfriend collapses face first onto the bed. She mumbles something and my brow furrows as I kick off my own boots. “Huh?”

“I’m so tired,” she manages, turning her head to the side.

“Me too,” I agree, peeling off my shirt and kicking off my jeans. “Lemme get your clothes off, baby.”

She doesn’t protest as I unlace her boots, pulling them and her socks off her feet. I flip her onto her back and peel off her shirt and the shredded material of her bra, then tug her panties down her legs. I slip out of my boxer briefs and maneuver us under the covers.

I can barely keep my eyes open at this point but Presley’s deep breathing tells me she’s already asleep. My eyes are burning, and before I know it, I’m out.

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. I groan and press my fingers to my temples, the pain diminishing just slightly at the pressure. I slap my hand down onto the nightstand, finding the joint and lighter I left there earlier, and without even opening my eyes, I take a few deep pulls. I sigh and finally wrench open my eyes, searching for Pres. Anxiety spikes when I realize she isn’t next to me.

“Pres?” I say, sitting up. My head spins and I press my hand to my forehead. “Baby?” Her boots and panties are still on the floor but her shirt is gone. I frown and climb out of bed, looking around. Then, I spot the closed bathroom door and all the panic goes out of me. I let out a breath and sit on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes. But when I hear a retch, they fly open again.

Fuck. Guilt rushes through me. I knew better than to just fall asleep. Presley needed water last night, maybe even some carbs to soak up the liquor in her stomach. This was the first time she’s ever been drunk, and instead of taking care of her, I fucked her and then let her fall asleep. God, I’m still such an idiot.

I get up and cross the room, leaning my head against the door. “Pres?” I croak. “Baby, let me in.”

“No,” she whimpers. “You don’t wanna see me like this.”

But I do. I want to see her in every single state. Even sick. “Presley,” I say a little louder. “I love you. Let me in.”

Silence. But after a few moments, I hear the lock turn and I push open the door. Presley has crawled back to the toilet and her head hangs over the bowl. I wince and lift her arm, pulling off the hair tie she has on her wrist. I carefully pull her hair up on top of her head and secure it, then squat down beside her and rub her back.

She groans. “Fuck. This is why I don’t drink,” she croaks.

I frown in sympathy and rest my forehead against her back. “Yeah. The day after sucks.” I’m regretting getting that drunk myself. The thought of Pres puking is enough to make me a little nauseous. “You need some carbs.”

“Oh god,” Presley says, then gags. “No food. No.”

I can’t help but smile weakly. She’s funny when she’s hungover. I press a kiss to her back. “Okay. Water, then. Water and ibuprofen.”

“Deal,” she rasps. I get up and retrieve the medicine from my bag along with a water bottle from the mini fridge. She looks up at me with tired eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks. I hand over the meds and the water and she carefully takes it. She sighs and hangs her head, groaning softly. “Fuck. Remind me never to drink again.”

“Pres,” I say, sitting on the bathroom floor. “Why…why did you drink, baby?”

Presley is quiet. So quiet that I almost wonder if she’s gone back to sleep, but then she sighs. “Because it hurts.”

“What hurts?” I ask, frowning.

Presley crawls over to me, resting her head in my lap. I stroke her hair and look down at her. “My heart,” she says quietly, and I swear, mine cracks in my chest.

“Why?” I ask quietly.

“Because Cash and Olivia get to be happy but we don’t.”

I frown and run my hand slowly over her hair. “We will be,” I tell her. She sniffles and I zero in on her face, watching as a few tears trickle down onto her cheeks. “Oh, baby,” I say. “It’s gonna be okay. Come here.” She sits up and crawls into my lap. I cradle her and kiss her forehead, holding her close.

“I’m sick of hiding this,” she says. “It’s so hard to be around you and not be like this with you.”

“I know,” I say weakly. “This isn’t forever, Pres. I promise.”

She sighs and nods, going quiet. I hold her close, rocking her, hoping beyond hope that she doesn’t get sick of hiding and tell Cash too soon.

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Mine | Chapter Nine

Colson x Original Female Character

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), swearing, all the emotions, fingering, hand job, spit as lube, squirting

This chapter is a little short since we're getting closer to them having sex for the first time. Hope y'all still enjoy!

Colson

Vacation with Presley in The Maldives was paradise.

We could’ve been in some seedy motel or in my bedroom at home or in the backseat of a car for all I care – it would’ve been special either way. And hooking up for me has never been special.

Even with Megan. Yes, I’m saying her name. Presley and I talked a lot while we were on the ocean, and she encouraged me to talk about my past, to accept what happened. Besides, saying her name doesn’t hurt anymore now that Presley is all I can see.

I’m falling in love with this girl. She doesn’t know that; it’s too soon to tell her, and things are too complicated with Cash and the tour and just life, but it’s true. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. She’s funny and smart and she’s a great listener, and our sexual chemistry is insane. I just know the first time we have sex will be incredible.

We were all over each other for the rest of the trip. She goes crazy when I finger her now – it’s her favorite thing for me to do. She also loves giving me head, and shit, I’m not going to complain. Even though she’s a virgin, she gives the best head I’ve ever gotten, and I’ve gotten a lot of head in my time. Everything with her is better than anytime with anyone else. No one else matters. I barely remember those past hook-ups.

The magic is over now that we’re back on tour. When we sleep on the tour bus, it’s a lot harder to sneak around, and our plan to switch rooms with Cash and Olivia has only worked a couple of times. I miss her like crazy. We’ve barely touched since the tour started back up again, aside from some stolen kisses and a brush of hands in passing. I’m starting to ache for her, and not just in a sexual way.

We’re at Red Rocks tonight, which is one of my favorite venues. It’s such a cool place and the crowd is always so energetic and hype. I’m really looking forward to performing tonight. I’m in my dressing room by myself. My clothes are picked out and I’ve eaten and we still have a couple of hours before the show starts. I don’t know where Presley is, so I decide to text her and invite her to my dressing room. Maybe we can have some time together.

A soft rap on the door signals her arrival and she slips inside easily once I open the door. I lock it behind me and as soon as we’re behind a locked door, I practically lunge for her, scooping her into my arms. She laughs as I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, and her legs wrap around my waist.

I walk until her back presses against the wall and then I kiss her, hard and deep and slow. And I kiss her again. And again, until she’s sighing. When I pull back, her hands are in my hair and she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world. She gives me that cute little half-smile she does and I smile back.

“Miss you,” I say gruffly, setting her on her feet so I can tuck her soft hair behind her ear and kiss her forehead.

“I miss you, too,” she agrees, sliding her arms around my waist. I smile and cup her face, tilting it towards mine so I can kiss her again. “Mm, careful or I’m going to make you bend me over the vanity.”

I chuckle but I can’t help but feel arousal creep towards my dick. “Maybe that was my intention,” I say.

Presley smiles and bites her lip, sliding her hands down my chest. I’m shirtless, in just a pair of sweats. “This has been tough,” she admits, and her smile fades a little.

I sigh and rest my forehead against hers. “I know it has been,” I murmur. “I’m sorry. It won’t be like this forever.”

“Promise?” she asks, and suddenly, the duality of her and Cash hits me like a train. I flash back to the first night Presley was with us, when Cash made me promise not to go for her, and now here I am. I completely betrayed my friend.

I don’t think about it often; I try to push it from my brain when possible. But sometimes, it hits me, and I feel totally lost. I don’t want to lose Cash, the band might actually kill me, but there’s just something about Presley. I swear to god it’s fate, like maybe she’s my twin flame, if that shit exists. Megan sure wasn’t. But the feelings I have for Presley are real and raw and so hard to tamp down. I don’t want to tamp them down. I want to feel every single one of them.

“Hey,” Presley says softly, putting her hand on my cheek. “Where’d you go just now?”

I won’t lie to her. I care about her too much. I refuse to have a relationship built on lies again. “Oh, just worrying about Cash,” I confess with a little shrug.

Presley frowns and nods, hanging her head. “I’m sorry to put you in such a hard situation,” she says quietly.

“Hey,” I say, tipping her chin up. “It’s worth it, Pres. I promise.”

She doesn’t look convinced and it breaks my heart. Suddenly, I’m determined to fix it.

“Pres?” I say.

“Yeah?” She looks up at me with those eyes.

I bite my lip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

I can’t believe it but I feel my cheeks warming. Me? Blushing? God. I’ve done it way too much since meeting Presley. “Well,” I say, “I was hoping you’d want to be my girlfriend.”

Presley’s perfectly groomed eyebrow arches and a little smirk grows on her face. “Colson,” she says, stepping closer to me. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Is that okay?” I say, suddenly feeling insecure. I start to fidget. “I just–”

“Col,” Presley says, effectively stopping my spiral. “Of course I want to be your girlfriend. I’d love nothing more.”

A grin practically splits my face in half. I’ve never been so happy. I heave her into my arms and she squeals as I spin her around, plopping her down onto the leather couch in my dressing room. Her cheeks are flushed and her smile is wide and she’s so goddamn beautiful. I love her. I fucking love her.

Instead of saying it, I show her. I stroke her cheek gently with my thumb and then I kiss her, so soft and slow that she lets out a helpless little sound. The kisses I give her are tender, and I can feel her heart start to race. I’m halfway on the couch, one foot still on the floor, and Presley pulls me closer, her nails digging gently into my bare hips.

“Colson,” she whimpers. “Please?”

“Yeah, baby,” I say breathlessly, lifting her dress over her head. She lays on my couch in a black bra and matching panties, and she’s so unbelievably perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of this. “We’re gonna need to make it quick,” I say regretfully.

“I don’t need much time,” she says, reaching into my sweats to pull out my cock. I let out a breath when she does. Her eyes hold mine as she curls her fingers around me, sliding slowly up and down. I gulp, unable to look away from her.

“Me neither,” I rasp, cupping her over her panties. Her long eyelashes flutter and she bites down on her lip as my fingertips immediately find her clit, already a little swollen in her panties.

“T-take these off,” she says. “Don’t want to be walking around in wet panties all night.”

My eyes close for a second with overwhelming arousal. I want her to walk around in wet panties all night, but I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. “Fine,” I say, quickly pulling the black fabric down her legs. “C’mere, baby. Let me get you nice and wet for me.”

Presley whimpers and pulls me close, one arm going around my waist while her other hand continues to move slowly up and down my cock. “Mm, Pres,” I wheeze. “Spit, baby.”

“Sorry,” she breathes, lifting her hand to her face. She holds my eyes with hers as she spits into her hand, and then her fingers are around me again, slick this time, and I can’t help but moan at the feeling. My fingers find her clit again and I massage slowly until her breath deepens and her pupils widen. I’m starting to recognize her tells. I already know she’s wet as fuck, and as I slide my fingers lower, I can feel that I’m right.

As I hook my middle and ring fingers inside of her slowly, she moans, digging her nails into my back. “Cols,” she says brokenly, hips twitching up a little.

“Mm, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I murmur, kissing her swollen lips firmly. Her hand starts to move a little faster and I match her pace, beckoning my fingers against her g-spot. Her breath against my lips is so shaky and it’s so hot, knowing how turned on she is because of me. God, I’ve missed touching her. I go harder, faster, and Pres moans again, one of my favorite sounds.

“Uhhh fuck, baby,” she whines, tipping her head back as her pleasure builds. I press my thumb to her clit, watching her face for a reaction, and when her brows furrow and her mouth drops open, excitement surges through me. I can tell she’s starting to get close, which is good, because I am, too. It’s been too long for us.

“Presley,” I moan, pressing my mouth to hers, but we barely kiss. We just pant into each other's mouths, needing to be close but unable to focus on kissing. She rubs her thumb over my tip and I let out a choked moan as my hips jerk, but I need her to either come first or come with me. I won’t come before she does.

Suddenly, she sucks in a sharp breath, her entire body tensing up and going still except for the walls of her pussy, which clench around my fingers so tight I can barely keep moving them. I focus on the lightning speed at which I beckon my fingertips, knowing how much she needs a frenzied pace when she’s on the precipice.

Her knees slam together and she wails, neck arching and head falling back as she gushes into my hand, and with wide eyes, I look down. She’s always wet and I can always feel her come, but this is different. I’m making Presley squirt, and suddenly, I lose all control. “Oh, fuck!” I gasp as my hips jerk forward hard, my cum splashing onto Presley’s heaving stomach. As hard as I’m coming, I focus on working Presley through her orgasm, and when she whines and arches her hips away, I stop, gently pulling my fingers out.

“Oh my fucking god,” Presley says, breathing so hard that I can see her gasps in her long, beautiful neck. “What the fuck just happened?”

I lift my hand, filled with her release, and my cock twitches all over again. “Holy shit, baby,” I rasp. “You just squirted.”

Presley’s eyes widen a little and she grabs my wrist to look at my hand. “I…I did?” she asks, stunned.

“Yeah,” I say, then let out a breathless chuckle of disbelief. “Fuck yeah, baby.”

“Shit,” she says, letting her head flop back onto the armrest. “No wonder it felt different.”

I chuckle and get up on shaky legs, walking over to the vanity for some tissues. I wipe my hand off first, then get some clean tissues and wipe my release off of her stomach. She spreads her legs and looks down, and god, I’m already half hard again when I notice the way the leather glistens from her orgasm.

“Fuck, Pres, you’re so hot,” I say, shaking my head.

She bites her lip and smiles softly at me, and I just about melt. I kneel down to kiss her softly, playing gently with her hair, and then I sigh, coming back to reality. “I need to get ready,” I murmur. “The guys will be looking for me soon.”

“Yeah,” she says, sitting up and sliding off the couch. She goes to clean up with some more tissues and I wipe her release off the couch, trying to convince myself not to get hard again. I pull my sweats up and hand Pres her panties, which she steps into carefully. I hand over her dress and it falls over her body, and then I pull her close by her waist.

“You make me so fucking happy, my girlfriend,” I say, and Presley brightens immediately, smiling wide.

“Me too, boyfriend,” she says, and it occurs to me that I’m her first boyfriend. She hasn’t had this happen to her before. That makes me smile even more, and I wrap her in my arms, rocking her a bit.

“Hotel tonight,” I say.

“I’ll do my best with Liv,” she says.

“Okay baby,” I tell her, giving her one last kiss before reluctantly letting her slip back out the door. But then, she pops her head back in and I lift a brow.

“If…if we get to share a room tonight,” she says. “I want you, Cols. All of you.”

My breath hitches and my eyes widen. Fuck. It’s imperative now that we get to share a room. Presley wants me to take her virginity. Holy fuck. “Okay, baby,” I croak. She smiles and leaves.

God, this is torture. Beautiful torture.

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