Nine Days: Chapter 16

“she’s headin’ for something that she won’t forget”—Night Changes by One Direction

Colin seamlessly switches our position, pulling me from his lap as he lays me down onto my bed.

He pulls out his wallet from his pants, taking out a plastic wrapper and laying it down on my nightstand.

Colin tugs on my underwear, sliding it down my legs, leaving me completely exposed to him.

I watch as his head tilts back, letting out a long groan, sliding his hands down his face. “I’m going to break you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Fairy Godmother.” I chuckle.

But I think he might be right. The second he pushes his pants and boxers down, standing in front of me just as naked as I am, a gasp escapes my throat. Much to his delight.

He chuckles at my reaction, crawling on top of me, leaving a trace of kisses, beginning at my stomach and ending with his lips back attached to mine.

His kisses are to obsess over. The best kisses I’ve ever experienced. Hot, with passion and lust. They’re seductive, possessive; not too much tongue and not too sloppy.

His hand tracing down my body feels like fiery bits from hell caressing the spots he is touching. Stingingly hot, yet he touches me with such gentleness. It is almost disrespectful.

Gasps and moans escape from me when he cups my pussy, slipping his fingers through my folds.

“Ah fuck, Lilybug.” He can feel how embarrassingly wet I am. “This is hot.” His voice deepens so suddenly, sounding a lot raspier than usual.

Pleasure flows through me like pop rocks, prickling through my body, tickling on the surface of my skin when Colin pushes a finger inside of me.

I like that he’s not quiet. It’s encouraging me to take on the challenge to be louder than he is.

I can’t believe that he barely touched me yet and I’m already this wet. It’s truly embarrassing, but Colin seems to like it.

“I need to taste you.” His voice is hoarse as he speaks quietly against my lips.

He lifts off me, and it’d be a lie if I say I don’t feel lonely with some of his weight no longer pressed on top of me. But that thought quickly vanishes when Colin pushes my legs further apart, placing a kiss to my pussy.

“Oh, God,” I gasp. “Colin.”

He kisses me again, then he decides to add his tongue, gliding from my core to my clit, eliciting moans from me. I feel him vibrating against my skin like he’s humming something. But if he is, I either can’t hear it because he’s too quiet, or my head is too busy processing and savoring every touch, every stroke of his tongue, everything.

Just when I’m about to tangle my fingers into his hair, Colin stops and moves over to my thighs.

Colin kisses the inside of my thigh suspiciously long and only moves in a half circle, sucking, biting.

“Are you giving me hickeys?” I ask somewhat breathlessly. I wonder where my breath went.

“I might,” he mutters, and I feel him smiling against my skin.

Honestly, so be it. It’s not like anyone would see my inner thighs anyway.

And then, Colin lifts my hips, my fingers gripping into his hair as he presses his tongue back against my pussy, pushing past my opening, licking up until he sucks at my clit. With his tongue back inside me, he hums again—a satisfied hum when I moan out his name.

Two of his fingers trace around my entrance before he inserts them, making it harder for me to contain myself. Groans and pleasure filled cries travel over my lips, filling the room with sounds.

I want to kiss him, feel his lips back on mine, but I also want him to continue working my body the way he does.

“Colin.” My voice is barely even a whisper anymore at this point. I moan out louder, he mumbles something unintelligible against my skin, continuing to suck on my clit as his fingers push in and out of me.

My body feels hot, as though I was running a fever but without actually feeling bad. In fact, I feel good. Great even.

“You like that, sweetheart?” His voice is deep, hoarse, filled with lust.

My back arches, leaning my head into the pillow, pressing into it as my grip tightens in his hair, completely messing it up.

“Please,” I beg, whimpering.

I pull him up by his hair, praying it’s not hurting him. Luckily, he just smirks at me, hovering right back over my body.

I don’t even care that his mouth and parts of his nose are covered in my wetness, I need to feel his lips on mine.

And so I do.

With my hands on his nape, I pull his face down to mine, possessively forcing my lips onto his, working my tongue against his.

Panting, I tell him, “I want you inside of me.” He chuckles softly, reaching his arm over to my nightstand.

“What if I want you to come on my tongue?”

“Oh God, no.”

“No?” he snickers. “But you’re fucking delicious. I could eat you all night long.”

“Colin,” I groan, sounding desperate.

I’m not quite sure when or how he put the condom on, because the next thing I know, Colin is stroking the tip of his cock against my entrance, magically summoning more of my moans.

It’s like I’m one of those singing birds, calling for a potential partner. Just that my vocals aren’t bird chirps, but gasps and groans that give away my satisfaction.

He slams inside of me rapidly, causing both of us to groan out loud—though, I’m sure I was gasping more than groaning. Him groaning from pleasure, me gasping from pain.

But I don’t mind the pain. Not at all. I heard it could hurt, so I guess I was prepared. Mostly, anyway. It’s not like it’ll hurt forever.

Stilling for a moment, he looks into my eyes as if he could tell this hurt me, waiting for some different kind of reaction on my part.

But when I don’t react, he starts to move, pulling out of me only to slam back inside just as fast as he did the first time. Only this time, he doesn’t just go fast, he is also rougher, pushing into me that tiny bit deeper.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”

Rough, deep and fast strokes that send my body to a whole other dimension.

One after the other, Colin lifts my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, making me cry out in pleasure as his cock hits the spot

“Is this okay?” he asks, looking into my eyes. I nod, not being able to form any logical sentences. Or a simple yes for that matter.

I try meeting his thrusts, lifting my ass, but strength fails me when he plunges into me over and over again.

His lips are claiming mine like he’s meaning to keep them to himself forever.

I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel this good. Colin certainly knows how to work his body and mine along with it. It’s scary. Truly scary how he knows exactly when to go rougher, when to go faster, when to slow down and when to add his fingers, circling my clit.

As my moans grow louder, cries becoming more frequent, Colin doesn’t stop kissing me. He probably tries to mute me, or at least silence me down, but I doubt that’s working. I don’t mind his lips on mine, though.

He holds my arms above my head using one hand, not allowing me to continue touching him. It’s frustrating, I want to touch him. I need to touch him. I need to roam my hands over his body, feel the curves of his muscles, feel him tense under my touch.

“Lily,” he breathes against my lips, pushing into me just that tiny bit harder.

I’m secretly praying Winter isn’t at home. She can most definitely hear everything, not only the bedframe rocking against the wall, but everything else as well.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he praises. “You’re taking me so well.”

Colin rubs my clit a bit faster, adding more pressure, thrusting into me faster until I reach the point of oblivion he’s been working toward to.

“Oh…God.” I dig my nails into his skin, at least as much as it’s possible with him still holding them up.

“No,” he says in a strict tone. He grabs my chin, pressing his finger into my skin.

My eyes jump open, not knowing what the hell I did wrong.

“You’re going to look me in the eyes,” he demands. “I want your eyes on mine when you come, with my name rolling over your lips. I need you to see who’s fucking you, sweetheart. Who’s making you feel good.”

So he meant disrespect in a hot way.

He proceeds to thrust inside of me, his eyes looking into mine deeply, watching me as I reach my climax, reaching a state of oblivion I never thought I could.

It’s so much more intense than doing it to myself.

I cry out his name, seeing, but not really acknowledging the satisfied look on his face when he gets just what he demanded.

Colin pulls out of me, turning me over, sticking my ass up only to slam back inside of me. He doesn’t even give me a second to come down from my orgasm, only rocks my world right through it.

I feel him squeeze my ass cheeks, picking up the pace as he proceeds to plunge inside of me.

His grip tightens on my ass causing me to yelp out in pain. I’m surprised when I find the pain arousing.

The longer and deeper he pushes in and out of me, the closer I get, again. That has me question whether or not all those women claiming to fake it each time are being honest.

Or Colin just knows how to do it right.

I wonder if Colin fights back his orgasm, wanting me to come again before he does. His stamina-game certainly seems strong enough for it.

With his hands on my hips, forcing my body to meet his thrusts, he hits this very sensitive spot inside of me over and over again. The very same that has me cry out his name with all the strength I have left.

“Lily,” he grunts throaty, his voice hoarse, his hands moving up to my waist, pushing me against him.

The sweat on my body starts to drop down.

At this point I’m a panting mess, barely able to breathe correctly. It truly feels like I have forgotten how breathing works.

At least I’m not the only one that feels this way.

Colin is panting as well, cursing, groaning, fingers digging deeper into my skin.

Until he stops, only softly riding out our satisfaction as we both reach our orgasms.

I can feel my wetness dripping as he pulls out of me. I tip over, landing on my stomach. I don’t want to move, too exhausted from Colin’s godly cock.

I barely have enough brain cells left to acknowledge Colin pressing his lips to the back of my shoulder. Only when he says, “it’s a heart,” do I realize. “You have a heart-shaped birthmark.”

That I do, apparently.

“It’s cute, Lilybug. Not embarrassing.”

“Wish I felt the same about it.” I speak into the pillow, still not able to move.

“Get up,” Colin then commands, already standing next to the bed.

How the hell does he have the strength to move his body after that? I mean, he was here, too. He was doing more work than I did. How isn’t this man exhausted?

“I don’t want to.”

“You do want to.” In a matter of seconds, Colin pulls me off the bed, scooping me up with his arms and carries me out of my bedroom—disposing the used condom into my trash can—then walks us into the bathroom.

It seems like Winter isn’t here, it’s certainly way too quiet for her to be around. But I’m glad she isn’t, because Colin fucking Carter just carried me five steps out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. Naked.

He sets me down on my feet, plants a tender kiss to my nose then grabs one of the towels hanging next to the sink.

“Do I need to tell you how to take care of your body?” He looks at me with sincerity in his eyes. “Go pee.”

“Not with you here.”

“You do remember the part, just a couple minutes ago, when I made you scream my name as you came?”

“Mhm,” I hum in response. Still doesn’t mean I can pee with him being here.

He lets out a sigh in defeat as I don’t budge. But he doesn’t complain. He simply wets the towel he just ripped off the towel holder and stands back in front of me.

His eyes scan my body as if he’s taking one last look, burning the image of my naked body into his brain. But then he kneels down in front of me, pushing one of my legs up, resting it on his shoulder as he starts to clean me.

Yup. Colin Carter is cleaning up the mess he made. Or more like we made. He certainly has a sweet side to him.

How does a guy so sweet and respectful have such an awful reputation?

Not that he has a bad one, it’s just…girls complaining about the sex experience they’ve gotten. It’s never about the sex itself, apparently that’s mind-blowingly-amazing. I can totally agree to that now. But according to half of the sorority sisters, he’s never been gentle or nice to either of them afterwards.

Clearly, I can’t say the same.

Colin has been taking care of me ever since we started this nine-day journey three days ago. Surely in different ways, but it’s still considered “taking care of someone,” right?

“Can I—” he stops himself from continuing. He stands back up, walking over to the sink to wash out the towel.

“Can you what?”

“Stay just for a little while longer?”

I freeze. Not because I don’t want him here, because I let myself assume he would stay the night, especially after what we did.

“You can just say no, Lilybug.”

“Oh,” I sigh softly. “I do want you here, Colin.”

He smiles at me. “Good, because I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway.” He presses his lips to mine one last time and then walks right out of the bathroom.

As I return back to my bedroom a couple of minutes later, Colin is lying on my bed. He is wearing sweatpants, a pair he definitely wasn’t wearing before. And for some reasons, my bedding is changed as well.

“How long was I in the bathroom for?” I ask, checking the time. Not that it makes sense since I have absolutely no idea what time it was when he carried me into the bathroom in the first place.

“I think about ten minutes.” Colin holds his hand out toward me, pulling me in when I take it.

His arms wrap around me, holding me close to him. He brushes my hair out of my face placing a gentle kiss to my temple.

He traces his index finger along something on the crook of my neck, chuckling “I love this,” he whispers. “Guys better stay away from you now.”

“You gave me a hickey?” My eyes open wide in realization. How have I not seen that in the mirror?

“You’re just blind.” How does he always know what I’m thinking about?

“But I’m not.”

“You sure as hell are.”

“Colin, people will think I’m in a relationship. This can’t be happening,” I tell him.

“Why not? First of all, you certainly are mine now. And it gives me a great excuse to drop a few assignments by throwing in the ‘my girlfriend just killed herself’ card.”

“Gee, thanks. At least now I know you’re only here to get A’s more easily.” I roll my eyes, trying to escape from his embrace.

“Lilybug,” he chuckles and rolls us over, lying on top of me this time. He is using my goddamn boobs as his pillow. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m here to help you stay alive. I don’t want you to die.”

“Well, but I do want to die.”

“That’s alright. I won’t be selfish and tell you that ‘think about your friends and family’ shit. Or even add ‘but I’m so deeply in love with you, stay for me.’ I just think it would be a shame to throw your life away.”

Everything he says leaves my mind and all I remember is that one tiny part. I’m so deeply in love with you. I know he is just joking and still my stomach turns upside down.

Not sure if it turns because that sounds good or bad.

“I will never understand how you feel. But Lilybug, I can try and help you understand that you’re not alone. I can try and make the pain bearable. You’re such a wonderful person. I couldn’t live with myself knowing you’ve died, and I didn’t even try to keep you from it,” he says, stroking his fingers through my hair.

As much as I’d love to believe him, nothing could ever change my mind. But instead telling him once again that I don’t want his saving, that I want to die, I say, “so that’s why you want me to be yours then?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “You want me to be your girlfriend so you can—what? Have professors grade you with more care because you’ve lost someone you ‘love.’”

“I never declared you as my girlfriend.”

“You said I’m yours. It’s the same thing.”

“So it appears, huh?” I can feel him smirk against my breast as he nuzzles into me like I am a pillow. “You’re mine to spend the next six days with. Mine to convince how amazing life can be if you let it.”

These are going to be six very interesting days.

A sudden warmth creeps into my chest, storing the words “you’re mine” scarily close to my heart. I shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t be wanting to jump around like a toddler, screaming, laughing with happiness.

But I want to. Because Colin Carter calls me his. And he’s lying on top of me, his arms are wrapped around me, not around someone else.

I’m getting way ahead of myself. I’m more of a mission for him. A challenge, if you will. Someone to play with until I die. There are no hard feelings. No commitment.

The room quiets down, the only sounds being heard is heavy breathing, though neither of us seems to be falling asleep any time soon.

“Do you mind if I give my sister a call?”

I don’t care, but I do wonder why Colin would want to call his sister at eleven at night.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabs his phone. He pulls me against him, still wanting to keep me close. Then he swipes through his phone, landing on his messenger app, giving me quite the opportunity to skim over his last texts. Fortunately for my own sanity, he clicks on Eira’s chat and dials her number before I get to hurt my own feelings.

Not even sure why the thought of Colin messaging a couple of other girls bugs me. We’re not involved in any other way but this nine-days arrangement.

“Please tell me you were awake,” Colin says shortly after Eira picks up the phone. I don’t hear what she answers, but I take Colin’s relief as she was awake.

“No, enana, I just didn’t manage to stop by today.” So, he does visit his family every single day? That’s impressive. I haven’t seen my mom in good a month.

Though, to be honest, my mother and I haven’t been quite that good for one another recently anyway.

“You know I would never do that.” God, I hate only hearing one half of conversations. “Uh, claro. Dame un momento, ¿sí?”

Colin gets up from the bed in a heartbeat, the phone clamped between his shoulder and ear, walking through my room, picking up clothes.

“Are you leaving?” I ask, drawing my eyebrows together.

Colin shakes his head at me, mouthing, “not yet.”

“No, esa era Lily.” He walks over to me, sticking my arms up into the air, pulling the same jersey from earlier down my body.

“Give me a second, would you?” He laughs as he sits down beside me, holding the phone in front of his face just when the camera turns on, revealing a pretty tired looking Eira Carter.

She shrieks in excitement when she sees my hair in one corner of the screen. “Lily!”

I sit up, leaning against my bedframe.

“Colin won’t stop talking about you, you know that?”

Colin shifts awkwardly. Through the screen I see him giving Eira a warning look. She ignores it though.

“He won’t?”

“Yup. Just yesterday he was all like ‘she’s so gorgeous.’ If I recall correctly, he was drooling as well.” Drooling? “He has like a million pictures of you on his phone.”

He does? I know he takes videos of me occasionally for our project, but pictures? Maybe they’re needed as well. I wouldn’t know, Colin doesn’t tell me anything about our project.

“Anyway”—I need this conversation to be about anything but Colin and me—“how are you feeling?”

She still doesn’t look much healthier. If I’m being honest, she even looks a tad sicker to when I met her two days ago.

“Just great.” She smiles wryly. “Time’s just getting tougher.”

And then Eira proceeds to tell us about her day. How their mother took Eira out for dinner earlier and her going back to school for a couple of hours. Colin doesn’t seem too excited about the news, but I wouldn’t know why.

School is normal, she at least has to get homeschooled at her age. So why isn’t he happy about it?

Half an hour later, Colin ends the phone call and gets up from the bed.

He kisses my forehead, gathers his belongings and marches out the door. He doesn’t even say goodbye, he just leaves like the total asshole he is.