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Fuck… I don’t know what to do.

Chest heaving, I clench and release my fists, warring with myself. I don’t even know who I am right now. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be in a situation like this. Never in a million years did I think I’d actually consider touching a guy… whether he’d ordered me to or not.

Taking the topless picture of Avery away—fuck, removing Avery from this situation altogether—would I still want to?

You pictured yourself on your knees for this fucker before you ever met Avery, dude.

My conscience has never been so against me before. And why the fuck does his voice suddenly resemble the rock-hard asshole in front of me, rather than my own?

“You want this picture to go away?” He cocks his eyebrow and holds his phone out.

“Don’t... I-I can’t fucking look at her while I’m thinking about—” I cut myself off, but it’s too late.

Shit.

Cole’s smug smirk is back now that he knows I’m thinking about it. About him. About touching him.

“You thinking about this, Haywood?” He grips his cock over his pants and takes a step closer to me. Before I can react, he lets himself go and grips my wrist, directing my hand to where his just was.

Still breathing heavily, our eyes lock as my fingers grip his denim-covered cock of their own accord. Cole’s eyelids fall to half-mast as he slowly thrusts his hips forward and back, trying to move himself through my grip. It’s awkward because of his pants, and that thought seems to hit him at the same time it does me. He grabs my wrist again so I can’t go anywhere. With his other hand he unzips his jeans and pulls himself free of them. Slowly, he runs his fist up and down his shaft, still holding tight to me, unwilling to let me go.

Seeing Cole’s cock for the first time sends an exhilarating buzz through my body. I’ve seen dicks before. Whether in the showers, the locker room in high school, me and my friends doing stupid guy shit… Those never elicited the kind of response in me as Cole’s is doing right now.

It’s similar to the first time I laid eyes on Avery at the library. She made me feel this way… but different. Again, with Avery I want more… A deep connection, a relationship, a future…

With Cole, I just want to fuck.

More specifically, I want to submit.

There’s something about him that reaches deep inside of me and pulls out a lustful deviance I never knew existed there. My knees go weak, and I want to fall before him, to succumb to his every whim.

But I’m getting way fucking ahead of myself here. Who the fuck said anything about all that? He’s only just told me to touch him.

That could be it, and it’s over.

I feel Cole tug at my wrist and a second later, he’s curling my fingers around his cock, my hand replacing his. Soft skin stretched over hard tissue and muscle greets my touch. His veins bulge beneath my fingertips, and controlling both our hands, he begins stroking himself again.

“You want this cock, Haywood?”

Yes.

I swallow, panting, unsure I can say it aloud.

“Let me rephrase that… I know you want this cock, Haywood.”

“You don’t know shit, Warrington,” I heave, my voice weak and unconvincing.

“I know you’re still stroking it, even though I let go of you.”

I drop my gaze and sure enough, my hand is still moving up and down his dick of its own accord. My instinct is to pull away, but I’m too slow.

“Uh, uh…” One of Cole’s hands grips mine again, holding it in place around his cock. His other hand grabs hold of my chin and pulls my attention back to him. “Don’t fucking move. You’re not done yet.”

He licks his lips as the hand he has on my chin shifts until he’s pressing his thumb between my slightly parted lips. Unable to stop him if I wanted to, I relax them more, allowing him in.

“Look at that, how easily you opened up for me.” Jesus, fuck. Our dicks twitch at the same time. “Suck on it while you stroke my cock like a good boy.”

And, fuck me, I do. More than that, I fucking like it.