I climbed onto the bed, pulled his boxers down, and stared at his cock. Letting out a shaky breath, I stroked him, waking his dick up.
Cole’s lashes fluttered, and he stared at me in confusion.
“Enzo?” he mumbled. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you I can make you feel good too.” I continued to stroke him in the manner I knew he liked.
“Stop.” He tried to push my hand away, but I held tight.
“Don’t leave us,” I whispered, my throat tight. I’d do anything for him to stay, even though I knew he deserved better. He deserved more. That he’d have a good life with Rosalie. I thought I was prepared to let him go, but seeing the reality of it was making me sick.
“Enzo, man. Come on—” Cole said, moving to sit up, his voice thick with sleep.
I sucked his cock deep into my throat, silently begging him to stay.
He let out a hiss before a soft moan, his fingers digging at his sheets.
I wasn’t into men, but I fucking loved Cole. If I had to suck his dick to convince him not to leave us, I would. I knew I’d rather be eating Rosalie’s pussy, but this was a close second, given the circumstances.
I took his entire cock deep into my throat, sucking him. I didn’t realize just how fucking big he was until I was choking on his dick.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body shaking. “E-Enzo. Please…fuck, that feels good.Y-You have to stop. I-I can’t?—”
I sucked harder, bobbing up and down on him. I’d never sucked a dick a day in my life, but Cole’s love language was fucking, so all I had to do was make him realize… well, fuck, I didn’t know. My drunk brain said it was a damn good idea, though.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, his breathing heavy as he urged me up and down on him.
I’d do anything he wanted if he’d stay.
My head spun as I continued to work him over. I’d drunk and smoked way too fucking much tonight. And last night. And the night before.
I was a mess. I knew I was.
But fuck.
Life really had me by the balls lately.
“I-I can’t. I fucking can’t. S-Stop—,” he choked out, pulling his dick free from my mouth.
But it was too late.
He came with a cry, his come jetting onto his abs as he sobbed softly, clutching his pulsating cock.
I swallowed and stared down at the mess, and horror filled me.
Fuck, what did I do?
“Fuck,” he groaned, his face twisted in some emotion I didn’t recognize. He finally stopped coming and lay there, his body limp, and his breathing heavy.
And the tears.
“Cole?” I called out, my voice thick.
“Do you have any idea what you just did?” he choked out. “What we did? I love Rosalie, Enzo. She’s my world. I-I… you… fuck, man. I don’t want to cheat on my girl. Why would you let this happen…FUCK! You know me! You know I-I would never… Goddamnit! Why didn’t you make it stop!” He clutched his chest, naked as fuck.
I stared at him, my heart in my throat. He was right. It was cheating, and I’d fucked up badly. This was devastating him. I never should have let it happen.
If I were with them, I doubt it would be an issue, but I fucking wasn’t.
