I didn’t ask what he wanted next, if he wanted me to stop, or what he thought about what we were doing. I didn’t care. Because in this moment, years worth of silent fantasies were crashing together in my mind. That combined with nearly three months of celibacy was making me drunk with lust. I couldn’thold back any longer. Fuck, I didn’t evenwantto. I needed this. IneededCole.
Rolling over in Cole’s arms, I forced my jeans down around my knees. Immediately his lips were on my neck as I worked his cock, milking the pre-cum out of him. I stopped just long enough to spit in my hand and smear it between my cheeks. Then, with his cock coated in pre-cum, I lined up his thick head against my hole.
“Jesse… I… I don’t?—”
But all his resistance died the moment I pushed back against him, his slick cock forcing me open. His hips jerked forward, applying even more pressure. He wanted this too. He couldn’t resist fucking me. And I needed to be fucked. How many nights had I fingered myself in my room listening to him jerk off on the other side of the wall? I wanted the real thing now. And he was going to give it to me.
I gasped as Cole filled me, the stretch and burn sending shock waves of pleasure up my spine. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me steady as he bottomed out inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice ragged in my ear. “So tight... Jesus, Jesse.”
His chest pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he stayed still for a moment, both of us adjusting to the sensation. I could feel him throbbing inside me, so thick it almost hurt, but in the best possible way. This was nothing like the careful, planned encounters I’d had in Seattle. This was primal, desperate, and exactly what I needed.
“Move,” I demanded, pushing back against him. “Please, Cole. Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl that sent shivers down my spine, Cole pulled back and slammed into me again, setting a brutal pace that had me seeing stars. Each thrustpushed me deeper into the sleeping bag, the fabric rustling beneath us as our bodies moved together.
“Wanted this for so long,” Cole panted against my ear, his hips snapping forward. “Wantedyoufor so fucking long.”
I reached back, grabbing his thigh to pull him deeper. “Harder,” I begged, not caring how needy I sounded. “Give me everything.”
Cole’s rhythm faltered for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, fucking into me with an intensity that took my breath away. One of his hands slid up my chest, fingers splaying across my throat in a possessive hold that wasn’t quite choking but made my cock leak, nonetheless.
“This what you want?” he growled, tightening his grip slightly. “This how you like it?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my body on fire everywhere he touched me. “Don’t stop.”
Outside, the storm howled, snow piling against our tent, but inside we created our own kind of storm. Cole’s other hand wrapped around my cock, the metal of my piercing sliding against his palm as he stroked me in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, this thing,” he muttered, his thumb playing with my piercing. “Drove me crazy when I saw it.”
I moaned as he tugged gently on the ring, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. “You like it?” I managed to ask between gasps.
“Love it,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. “Love this ass too.”
He squeezed me harder, his thumb pressing against the sensitive head of my cock. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, lost in the sensation of Cole all around me, inside me, consuming me. His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged against my neck. I knew he was close, could feel the tension building in his body as he chased his release.
“Gonna cum,” he grunted, his grip tightening on my throat. “Fuck, Jesse...”
“Give it to me,” I demanded, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Give me everything.”
That was all it took. With a hoarse cry, Cole buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. The feeling of his release filling me, hot and sticky, pushed me over the edge. I came with a groan, spilling over his fist and onto the sleeping bag beneath us.
For several moments, we stayed like that, connected, panting, our bodies slick with sweat despite the cold air around us. Cole’s forehead rested against my shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps that matched my own. I could feel him softening inside me, but neither of us moved to separate.
There was a blissful moment when everything seemed fine. Both of us forgot about the world outside and what it would think of our coupling. But, far too quickly, that bliss faded and reality set back in.
Cole pulled out of me, pushing away like he was suddenly electrocuted. I turned over to see him stuffing his spent cock back into his pants, a horrified look on his face.
“Cole?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He pulled away as if I’d bit him. “Don’t,” he snapped, turning his face away from me. “Don’t… Don’t touch me.”
“Cole… don’t be like that…”
“Fuck off,” he growled, pulling himself out of the sleeping bag and as far away from me as he could get in our tiny tent. “And don’t… don’t fucking touch me again…”
I felt my stomach twist and a coldness spread through my chest that had nothing to do with the blizzard outside. And for once, instead of arguing, I just turned over in my sleeping bag and closed my eyes. Anger and hurt filled me from head to toe.But I stayed silent. I had to. Because I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of making me cry. Not again.
