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A massive crash echoed through the house, and, Penelope suspected, all of London. She spun around to see Colin standing sheepishly next to an open cupboard, pans and tins spilled on the floor next to him.
“Can you at least try to be stealthy?” Penelope rolled her eyes and turned back to the cupboard she was rummaging through.
“They jumped out at me...unprovoked…” He grumbled and Pen smiled to herself.
“Besides,” Colin continued, “Aren't we here alone?”
Pen peered at the back of the shelf, trying to tell if it was the madeleine pan that she saw back there or another red herring. Sighing, she shoved the front half of her body into the cupboard, calling behind her.
“Yes but still. We're sneaking around by being here while no one’s home. You're destroying the sanctity of the sneak with your clang banging”
Colin snorted as Pen finally got her fingers hooked around her target. Pulling it and herself out, she crowed with delight.
“Got it!!”
“Thank fuck for that” Colin replied as another avalanche of pots and pans fell around him.
“Just sort out the giant mess you've made and we can get out of here” Penelope smiled sweetly.
“Thanks for the help” Colin said sarcastically as he started stacking items back in the cupboard they fell out of. Penelope scoffed.
“I don't need to help you because the whole reason we are doing this is so I can make YOU madeleines” She looked pointedly at him and he paused before nodding reluctantly.
He was just closing the last door while Penelope pretended not to notice the way his biceps bulged with each movement when she heard keys in the front door.
They both froze, immobilised for a moment in panic. Pen thought quickly. No time to dash up the stairs. No way she could get to the back door without being seen from the front.
FUCK.
Out of options she grabbed Colin and dragged him into the walk-in pantry, madeleine sheet stashed under the counter on her way. Colin began to protest but a quick glance at her face shut him up. He allowed himself to be shoved into the small space and Penelope had just closed the door softly when she heard the telltale clip clop of her mother's heels down the hall. She prayed she wasn't planning on eating anything in the next few minutes and held her breath.
Through the slit in the pantry door she saw her mother walk past her into the kitchen and begin rummaging in the junk drawer in the side table. Penelope felt a smidge of hope. Maybe she had forgotten something and was heading back out. Friday was her “errand day” (being seen in fashionable places in loud outfits day, rather), which was precisely why she had chosen now to infiltrate her family home.
Her panic started to recede as the boredom of watching someone search for something kicked in, and Penelope began noticing her surroundings slowly. It was dark, and there was barely room for both of them, and she was suddenly very aware of Colin standing behind her in the little room.
Her heart began racing for new reasons now, and she tried to focus on the strip of light in front of her instead of the way his breath on the back of her neck gave her goosebumps. Too caught up in trying to escape her mother, she'd inadvertently created a whole new type of personal torture for herself- being trapped in a enclosed space with the man she was in love with but couldn't have and not being able to touch him.
Portia Featherington try not to ruin Penelope's life challenge, she thought bitterly.
Her mother was looking through a purse on the counter now, swearing and shoving contents around in there like it owed her money. Behind her, she could tell Colin didn't dare make a sound, and all she could hear was his ragged breathing, seemingly puffed from their dash in here.
Penelope could feel herself getting pins and needles and knew if she didn't shift her weight slightly soon she risked falling down and promptly out of the pantry like a stashed corpse. Not ideal.
Gingerly she moved a leg slightly backwards, easing some of the pressure from the balls of her feet. The back of her immediately meets the front of Colin, and she inhales sharply and sways, not realising how close he actually was. The breath on her neck stuttered and she felt his large hand find her waist to steady her. She nearly stopped breathing completely.
She waits for Colin to pull his hand back but he doesn't, instead his fingers start moving so slightly she wonders if she's imagining it, his tiny caresses sending zings that radiate out like ripples of heat on her skin. Penelope bites her lip, willing her pussy to calm down under this unexpected development. Colin's a touchy person, she tells herself. Stop it.
In an effort to regain her space and sanity, she attempts to pull forward, away from him, but his hand holds her steady, fingers gripping her soft flesh firmly.
What the fuck was actually going on here?
Somewhere far away and unimportant, Penelope vaguely registers her mother finding what she's looking for, her steps receding down the hall and the front door slamming behind her. But she barely notices, her mind fixated on the discovery she's just made.
Because not only is Colin standing behind her, hand on her waist and hot breath in her hair, he was also pressing what felt like a substantially-sized, hard dick into her ass. And he wasn't making any attempt to move it away. There was no way he didn't know that she could feel it. Which seemed to suggest he wanted her to feel it. Penelope felt the last braincells she had melt away and her eyes glaze.
Not daring to believe this was real, Penelope slightly rolled her hips, causing the barest of friction against the bulge behind her. Colin groaned, the most low, feral sound she had ever heard, and her entire body went up in flames.
She couldn't help the moan she gave in response and suddenly her best friend's mouth was on her neck and his hands were gripping her hips, pulling her back into him.
Penelope gasped as he mouthed his way along her throat, licking and sucking while she whimpered under his touch. Her hands find their way behind his neck, winding in his hair to pull him closer still as he groans his approval. His hands move to palm her belly, kneading her and turning her insides to mush.
“Pen” Colin rasps her name and she can only whine in response, sliding her hands down to grip his before firmly placing them on her breasts. Colin grunts, immediately pawing at her before sliding under her shirt and pulling it up. She assists him eagerly, pushing the shirt over her head while he frantically finds her tits again, this time shoving his hands under her bra and making her keen as he roughly fondles her, tugging at her nipples and sucking bruises into her neck.
He paws at her, bites her, pulls at her and Penelope is lost in pleasure from both his touch and the irrefutable evidence that he wants her so badly.
Penelope is rocking her hips against him in earnest now, and he is meeting her thrust for thrust. She feels how sticky she is between her legs and she needs him now.
“Colin” She pants and he murmurs in response, currently focused on nibbling on her earlobe.
Struggling to stay focused she managed to gasp out;
“I need you to fuck me”
Colin stills against her, and for a moment she is worried she'd somehow taken this too far. But then he curses and begins to pull down her leggings and she figures she's probably fine.
This whole time Penelope hasn't turned around, they haven't even kissed, but it somehow feels perfect. The need they have is mutual, throbbing, immense, and demands to be quenched immediately, just like this.
Long fingers slide into her folds and they moan in unison.
“So wet pretty girl” Colin mutters, collecting her wetness and offering it to her. She suckles at his fingers greedily, nearly purring with delight that this man who she already loved so much also seemed to be as filthy as she was.
She feels him unzip behind her and she's desperate, bucking back up against him, a gaping emptiness between her legs only he can fill.
She's whining as he pulls her hips up and back, adjusting for her small height. Then she feels his head against her cunt and she is dripping for him, begging for him, unaware of what she's saying or promising or bartering just knowing she needs Colin to fuck her in her mother's pantry more than she's needed anything in her life.
Apparently he's as desperate as she is because he wastes no time in pushing into her, filthy moans ripping from their throats and filling the tiny space around them. He's so big she feels like she can't breathe, and the angle he has her in makes it even tighter and it's exquisite. Angling her slightly he pulls her leg so she's got one knee bent and up on the shelf, opening her even wider, pushing himself even deeper and she's crying out his name, trembling, and he hasn't even moved yet.
Slowly he pulls out, panting, before thrusting back into her so hard she has to brace herself on the shelves and door frame in front of her. Then he's fucking her, really fucking her, fucking her like she's been dreaming of being fucked ever since she first knew what getting fucked meant.
It's hard and fast and messy and their bodies slap together, sweat dripping from them, moans and gasps spilling from their mouths synchronised with each thrust.
Colin winds a hand in her hair, tugging her so she's flush against him and she almost can't take it. Almost. But it's Colin so she does and she will and she wants to. Every inch, every second, every drop, she wants it. Needs it.
With his other hand he finds her clit and it takes two short rubs before she's screaming, coming so hard she would fall if not for Colin cupping her.
He doesn't slow though, instead seeming spurred on further by her climax, grunting as he pounds her again and again and all of a sudden another orgasm is ripping through her and she's babbling and laughing and crying and begging as she feels liquid splash down her legs.
Behind her Colin groans, holding her up by the pussy as he fucks her once, twice, three times more before he comes inside of her, moaning her name into her hair as she feels him coat her insides.
“Fuckkkkk” Colin moans as he pulls out of her, breathing heavily. Penelope can only nod in the darkness, legs shaking, electricity pulsing through her body.
Colin pulls her into him, turning her around finally and dropping a kiss on her head. Penelope, dazed, can only wrap her arms around him, listening to his heartbeat through his chest as she feels his cum drip down her leg.