“No, but you got me so hung up on you, some twat tipped a pint down my back and I didn’t even notice.”
“You’re hung up on me?”
“I’m something.”
I didn’t need a better answer than that. I didn’t need anything from him that he wasn’t ready to give. Whatever that meant. If it meant anything at all. I was too far gone to contemplate it much. I kissed Cole again and wrestled him out of his beer scented clothes.
Then I stripped my own and we were naked together for the first time in weeks.
Cole lay back on the bed and pulled me over him to straddle his chest while he sucked my dick. I gripped the headboard and thrust into his mouth, revelling in the sensation of his cock digging into my back. But it was different this time. I had to pace myself and control the inferno already blazing in my veins. If I didn’t, it would be over before we’d begun.
I dragged my dick from his mouth, trying to remember all the heady things he’d done to me to make me desperate for his cock inside me. His fingers, his tongue. Damn, he only had to look at me and I wanted him. But what didhewant? I’d never thought to ask him this stuff.
As if he heard my dilemma, Cole sat up. “Don’t think about it so hard.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking about?”
“I’m making an educated guess based on your face.”
I didn’t want to think about what my face was doing as I contemplated what I was about to do. He’d taught me not to be shy about how I felt—at least around him—but it didn’t stop me blanking out on what to do next. “I don’t know what to do.”
Cole slid his hands over my shoulders and down my torso. His light touch made me shiver. “Yeah, you do,” he whispered. “You know how to make me feel good. More than that, youwantto make me feel good. That’s all you need. People don’t come with instruction manuals.”
He kissed me, swallowing any reply that hadn’t yet occurred to me, and I lost myself again in his soft lips and velvet tongue. I pushed him back on the bed and covered him with my body, letting my hands wander to places they’d never been before. The lube bottle became my best friend, and I did everything to Cole that I liked to do to myself.
Still kissing him, I slid my fingers inside him. His answering gasp was everything, and he pushed back against me, demanding more until I was fucking him with two fingers, and my dick was so hard I couldn’t see how I was ever going to get inside him without embarrassing myself. Only my addiction to the sounds he made kept me together—I wasn’t ready to give them up.
Or him. But that was an angst session for another time and place.
I drew back from him again and spread more lube on my dick.
Cole watched me, eyes hooded, chest heaving. I’d never seen him so dismantled, and man, if it didn’t make me even hotter for him. “How do you want it?”
A smirk danced across his face. “On my knees. That okay with you?”
I could only nod and sit back on my heels as Cole turned away from me.
He gripped the headboard and faced me over his shoulder. “Ready?”
Not even close. But I’d run out of time for that to matter. I splayed one hand across his back and grasped his hip with the other. My dick zeroed in on where it wanted to be—yeah, cos it’s autonomous, idiot—and I pressed against Cole, slowly easing inside him.
He moaned, and his liquid heat enveloped me, squeezing me tight.
The pleasure was unreal, and I could barely stand it. Panting, I buried my face between his shoulder blades. “Fuck, I can’t even move without exploding inside you.”
He laughed a little, but it cut off with another moan. “Yeah, this isn’t going to last long at my end either. You feel incredible.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Cole shifted a little and hooked his feet behind my calves, anchoring us together with my cock buried deep inside him. “Don’t be gentle, Toby.”
He rarely said my name. Whenever we were together, we were so often alone that he didn’t need to. But I loved how his voice strained around it now. I flexed my hips a little, testing his theory. He growled and pushed back against me, and I found a rhythm where we met in the middle.
I fucked him as hard as I dared, then harder as he urged me on. I became fascinated by watching my dick slam in and out of him and by the muscles in his back rippling every time I drove into him. Ecstasy engulfed me, building inside like a slow-burning wildfire. Flesh slapped flesh. My bed jumped against the wall, and the dull thud of wood against plaster added to the filthy soundtrack of soft beats, ragged moans, and dirty words.
Cole let go of the headboard and dropped his chest to the mattress.
The change in angle was abrupt. I wasn’t ready for it, and a strangled shout burst from my lungs. “Fuck!”
