“Thought what through? Not bringing lube?”
“No.” Will slid his hands up Cole’s thighs. “Not getting out of our damn clothesbeforewe got into bed.”
Cole laughed, pushing himself up to meet Will’s gaze. “We can still fix that.”
“Mmm, we can.” Will squeezed Cole’s ass, then let go. “Get up.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” That earned Cole a slap on the ass, which he didn’t mind at all.
He got up, as did Will, and they both peeled off clothes like they were on fire. Cole’s mouth watered at the first sight of Will’s slim torso sans shirt.
When Will turned to put his shirt on top of the dresser, though, the magpie tattoo on the back of his shoulder came into view. The sight of that huge, intricate piece gave Cole a rush of unpleasant and unwelcome feelings. The first time he’d seen that tattoo flashed through his mind, and it was quickly followed by the guilt and shame over blaming Will for that for so long.
He tore his gaze away and focused on getting out of his own clothes. He’d been an asshole to Will, and he had every intention of making up for that tonight.
Will stripped off his jeans and underwear, and Cole didn’t even let him get to the bed. He grabbed Will’s hips and pulled him in close, and oh God, that little moan when they kissed was too hot for words. Cole nudged him back a step. Then another.
When Will’s calves met the bed, Cole murmured, “Sit.”
He fully expected playful resistance—everything about Will screamed“brat”—but what he got was instant compliance. Will dropped onto the edge of the bed, gazing up at Cole with wide, hungry eyes.
Cole pushed Will’s knees apart, then went to his own knees. Drawled curses tumbled off Will’s lips, but they shifted to a low, helpless moan as Cole ran his tongue along that thick hard-on.
Cole got to work, licking and teasing every inch of Will’s dick. Will’s fingers ran through Cole’s hair, twitching against his scalp and occasionally tugging just enough to sting. When he pulled a little harder, Cole shivered and moaned, and that earned him an even tighter grip on his hair.
Holy fuck. He was the one blowing Will, but much more of this and he’d blow his own load. He gave himself a few pulls just to ease the need for friction; no more, or he’d go off too soon. This was all about Will. Teasing Will. Turning him on. Making his breath hitch just like that. Making him whimper like that again.
“Goddamn,” Will whined, gripping Cole’s hair even tighter. “Oh, fuck…”
Cole moaned around Will’s cock, then ran his tongue around the head just to make him tremble again. He pumped him, too, relishing the soft curses and sharp gasps.
“Please make me come,” Will begged. “God, yeah. I want—please, Cole.”
Once again, Cole nearly came himself, but he stayed in control and gave Will everything he had. He tightened his grip, worked every bit of magic he knew how to with his tongue, and groaned as Will’s dick got even thicker and harder.
“That’s it,” Will panted. “That’s—oh, God, yeah, please make me come. Please make me—” He gasped, his whole body tensing, and Cole couldn’t help moaning with anticipation a second before Will cried out and released on his tongue.
Cole let up, and Will pushed out a ragged breath. He leaned back on one hand, shaking all over as a few aftershocks rippled through him.
God, but that was a beautiful sight. There were very, very few things more satisfying than blowing a man into oblivion. Turned out blowingWillinto oblivion wasincredible.
“Come up…” Will paused, swept his tongue across his lips, and tried again. “Come up here.” He started to stand, gesturing for Cole to do the same.
Cole had barely gotten to his feet before Will grabbed him, threw him down on the bed, and climbed on top. He kissed him hard and deep, pulling the breath right out of Cole.
“Your mouth is amazing,” Will growled between kisses. “And now it’smy turn.”
CHAPTER 15
It was physically painful for Will to drag himself out of the house the next morning, and not just because he tripped over the bottom step of the porch and almost bailed onto the walkway. So he’d maybe been looking back at the house, fuckin’ sue him. He’d left Cole lying naked in bed, and it was infinitely harder to leave him in bed now compared to yesterday. Yesterday, he’d had to back off from touching as soon as he woke up for fear of getting the sharp side of Cole’s tongue. Today…
Mm, let’s just say that now he was an enthusiastic fan ofallsides of Cole’s tongue.
Will shook his head as he went out to the shed to grab the bike the rental listing had mentioned was “available to guests to use.” It had a cracked vinyl seat and soft tires, but it would last to get him to the nearest gas station and back. He needed a new phone, something for breakfast, and oh yeah, lube if he wanted to get lucky again. Condoms too; better safe than sorry.
Acting on his attraction to Cole was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever let himself do, and Will had done a hell of a lot of dumb things over the years. Cole Dalton was just the sort of thief who Will didn’t want anything to do with. He was asolitary soul, a power unto himself, answerable to no one. Will was a team player, in part because hehadto be. He’d started with nothing and built a reputation of being reliable in a tight spot. Trustworthy, maybe not, but a guy who’d come through in a pinch. Whereas Cole was an archetype of rich, beautiful and cold.
Not so cold any more. Downright warm once Will leaned him back against the overstuffed pillows at just the right angle to see his face he swallowed his dick to the root. Pesky gag reflexes were for other people, not for Will; certainly not when he was going for what he wanted, which last night had been to drive Cole half as crazy as he made Will. It seemed like he had, the way Cole’s voice broke right before he came, eyes squeezing shut like he could barely stand how good it felt to come down Will’s throat. It had been gorgeous. Addictive.
