6. Cole
Six
Cole
After the kitchen session, I wondered if Sal was going to tie me up and whip me. Or take me to the balcony and fuck my brains out. Instead, he stood up and wrapped his arms around me.
Now we stand leaning against one another swaying to the music. It’s not what I’m used to, but it’s pretty.
Slowly his hands wander to my ass. Gently kneading my cheeks, he drags one finger between them. I lean into his touch, excitement bouncing around in my chest.
He’s so unpredictable, yet kind in every way he touches me.
My dick rests between his swaying thighs, hard as hell.
All thoughts of my hard on disappear as he sucks on one finger then circles my asshole.
As if it’s my first time, he takes his time working the tip of his finger inside me. Danny’s finger is wider, but the way he works himself into me, I feel like I’ve been fucking an idiot.
Fucking comparisons , I think. I hate them yet here I am making them nonstop.
By the time he’s got the full finger inside me I’m panting and moving my hips trying desperately to cum. I don’t even care how bad his jeans scratch my sensitive head, I need to go.
“Take me.”
Ordering him around is satisfying.
Turning around, his finger is pulled out, and I grind my ass against his erection.
For the first time since he’s touched me, he’s not gentle as he grabs a handful of my hair and leans in.
“Be explicit.”
“Pull down your pants and stick your dick inside of me.”
Easing the grip on my hair, he nibbles on my ear then whispers, “Wouldn’t that be great? But we’re nowhere near close to getting that mi pequeno .”
He lets out a little breath vertically along my neck. “Guess what your impatience has earned you?”
“What?” I beg, knowing he’s a harsh punisher.
Reaching around, he grabs my dick and strokes it a couple times.
“A verrry long night of blue balls.”
Jesus Christ.
I’m slipping close to the edge. The throbbing of my dick gives me away and instantly he drops me, my cock slapping the cupboard.
“I’m going to be generous and offer you the option for me to kiss you all over, or play with your hole.”
Shit, how do I choose?
Him sucking me off again would be amazing. But kissing me all over implies it would be tedious.
Playing with my hole? That’s an infinite world of possibilities.
“Bend over.”
I do as he says without hesitating.
“We’re going to have to fix that indecisiveness.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, placing my face against the cool marble.
He grumbles as he kisses my ass cheek. He loves it, doesn’t he?
I keep a mental note of how it affects him.
I’m waiting for him to insert a finger, or kiss more of me.
What I hear is the sound of a belt unclasping and his jeans and boxers falling to the ground. When I try to turn and look, he slaps my ass.
“Eyes forward.”
I don’t answer, only obey like a reprimanded dog.
Something pushes against my ass and my breath is stolen as the pressure builds and explodes to pleasure.
He’s stuck the tip of his dick in me!
I buck my hips back and try to gyrate.
“Stop!”
The sharp tone startles me and I drop my full body weight into the counter.
“I’ve got a condom on, by the way.”
“You didn’t have to…”
“That alone proves I need to.”
I stifle a laugh. Okay, he’s not wrong.
My humor is shaken when he thrusts deep into me.
A loud moan leaves me.
“Shit.” That’s fucking embarrassing.
Gripping the counter, I bite my tongue.
“Don’t you dare hold back those pretty little moans, Cole.”
“O-okay,” I gasp, waiting for him to move again.
But he doesn’t. I’m impaled on his thick, hard dick and I’m not allowed to move.
“P-please,” I plead, sweat trickling down my forehead.
My dick aches. No, my balls ache. My whole body is pleading for release.
“No. Sit there and take it like I know you can.”
He shifts and it sets me off. Instantly I’m fucking him greedily.
I’m so close I can feel the ring of my orgasm building, ready to encircle me.
Before I reach climax, he tears his dick from me and I’m left feeling empty.
“OH!”
I whip my head around in frustration.
My fury disintegrates the moment I lock gazes with those dark eyes that burn with… I don’t know what the hell it is, but instantly I turn around and hunch my shoulders.
When he finally speaks, I flinch.
“Your self control is abysmal. At work and in bed. I can fix that for you.”
I’m not sure if I’m allowed to move or speak.
Grazing a finger along my lower back, he begins to peel the shirt from my body and lifts it over my head. I follow his lead and let him undress me fully.
How badly I wish I could peek at him and his muscles.
He tosses my shirt onto the floor with the rest of my clothes.
Nudging my back with his dick, he leans in and runs his nose along my neck. My hair stands on edge.
We’ve barely been together for a couple of hours and I’m already exhausted.
“Tell me Cole, are you up for the lessons?”
I’m about to answer when he sucks long and hard on my neck.
“Do it again,” I say with a shudder.
He listens to me and moves to the other side and sucks from my ear down to the farthest part he can reach to my Adam’s apple.
“Fucccck,” I moan.
I’m so lost in the sensation I barely notice his dick isn’t just sticking me, he’s easing his way inside of me.
By the time his dick is all the way inside my neck feels battered and bruised and I love it.
“Remember you need to do as I say,” he grumbles in my ear.
Chills run up and down my spine and spread like wildfire to my tips of my toes and fingers and dick.
“Torey,” I groan.
A husky breath is released in my ear and he starts thrusting in rapid movements, his body leaning into mine more.
How badly I want to stick out my ass and fuck myself on him.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
It catches me off guard.
Did he just loosen his grip on his self control because I called him that nickname?
Steadying his breathing, he stands and recomposes himself.
As if he didn’t skip a beat, he pulls out just enough so he’s rimming me and pulsates in a steady motion. The effect makes my eyes start to roll.
“Tell me what we should do next.”
The question makes me fucking whimper.
“Oh, yeah baby,” he says with laughter, “we’re just getting started.”
I can’t even appreciate him calling me baby because he rams his dick into me so hard and fast that I yelp.
“Don’t you dare go,” he commands.
I won’t , I think.
At the same time, my shoulders sag and I feel like I’m floating.
The chills start and my ass perks, lifting trying to keep all of him in me.
“Cole,” he warns.
I don’t think it’s helping.
He holds still and the frustration punt kicks the pleasure away.
“Sal!” I holler.
“Now is a good time to tell me your safe word.”
Without thinking I answer, “Waffle. Now fuck me god damn it!”
Instead of the ass slap I expect, he chuckles, a hearty laugh.
“Why does waffles not surprise me one bit?”
I roll my eyes. I turn my head and look into a face bright with amusement. Fuck, it looks good on him.
No, he looks good on me.
His olive hands grip my pale ass.
“Watch me fuck you,” he demands, eyes transforming from lighthearted to swelling with desire.
“Okay.”
And I watch as he lets himself be vulnerable, his hips pumping back and forth, fast then slow. I get to watch him bite his bottom lip and throw his head back as he gets close to the edge.
I’m not desperately humping, just watching him get so close to cumming but holding back.
His forearms flex as he grips me tighter and tighter.
With one final squeeze of my ass, he pulls out and spins me around until we’re face to face.
He pulls the condom off his dick and tosses it in the trash. Then he pushes me into the counter, our gazes locked.
“What now?” I ask.
Despite not cumming yet, I feel calm.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Climbing out of the jeans and boxer briefs at his ankles, he digs in one of the pants pockets, pulling out a fresh condom.
We shuffle over to my room.
“How many condoms did you bring?”
I ask plopping onto my bed.
He turns on the bedside lamp and flicks off the overhead light.
He’s hesitant to answer. “Enough.”
Unwrapping another, he tosses the little square in the trash and strokes his dick a few times getting ready to wrap it. I’m mesmerized by the girth and looking at it makes me want to take it in my mouth.
“Not yet,” he says, as if reading my mind. “Get on your side.”
Crawling under the duvet, I lay on my side.
My room isn’t huge but it’s got a great view of the city lights from my bed. That’s not what I’m looking at tonight. Right now I’m facing my gaming setup when he opens the duvet and climbs in beside me.
His arm wraps around my chest and he moves my jaw closer to him. I’m surprised when he starts kissing me. It’s not hot or heavy, just sweet.
Passion radiates from him and I return it, moving my ass to the slower music still playing from the living room.
“You’re too fucking cute,” he whispers in my mouth.
I stop kissing him for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d be your type.”
And I didn’t. Well, initially I took him for a straight guy. But a tall, muscled man like him? I’m practically a twink in comparison to him.
“Loud mouthed, impatient and reckless?”
Ouch.
“You’re definitely not.”
Double ouch.
“Your hair is a mess and you dress like a teenager. You’re pretty much the opposite of what I go for.”
I’m about to kick him from my bed, when he adds, “But you’re secretly a really nice guy despite the no fucks given facade. You’re one of the hardest workers I have. Your enthusiasm and customer service make up for the failure to follow the dress code. Everyone on the team adores you.”
Holy shit. I didn’t expect this level of intimacy.
“ I adore you.”
I’m dumbfounded and have no clue what to say.
Thank god he rescues me by kissing me deeply and while it feels good and my body picks up where we left off, something shifts in my chest.
He adores me.
“Now let me prove it,” he adds and slides his dick between my ass.
One moment we’re kissing, the next he’s got the back of my head pressed against his neck and he’s fucking me mercilessly.
“Oh shit,” I say as the chills spread across my body again.
“Don’t go yet.”
I try to hold back. For him. Because he said so.
He breathes into my ear. In and out he pulls his dick all the way out, the head hovering outside my ass, taunting me. Then suddenly thrusting himself deep inside of me, pushing into my prostate so good.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan.
Jesus the neighbors just might complain.
I bite my lip in fear we’ll have the cops interrupting our amazing sex.
“Let it out, Cole,” he says in a husky voice as he pulls out again.
Spreading his legs he thrusts into me and I let out the loudest moan on accident.
I’m scared he’s going to pull out again and I use everything in me to clench around him. I’m rewarded with a gasp from him.
“Tell me what you want.”
I want to ride his dick until I faint. Instead of admitting that, I gyrate my hips in desperation, scared he’s going to end it.
“Use your words to tell me,” he orders.
“I want you to fuck me faster and harder until I can’t see straight.”
It activates him and he actually does what I ask!
Faster than ever he’s pumping in and out, faster and faster and I’m a goner. He grabs my cock just as I start going and my load shoots all over under the blanket.
Not long after I can feel his dick throbbing in my ass as he’s going too breathing heavily into my ear.
Once we’re both done, he pulls out and I collapse on my back trying to catch my breath.
I watch as Sal peels the condom off his dick and throws it in the trash.
Grabbing a handful of tissues, he pulls back the duvet and starts cleaning me up.
My entire body hums from pleasure, my dick tickling when he wipes me off.
We’re both wearing smiles but he remains focused on what he’s doing.
Tossing the tissues in the trash, he flicks off the light and what he does next surprises me the most-he pulls me into his chest and cuddles me!
How is this stranger to me than the fuck fest we just had?!
Hoping I don’t jinx myself, I curl into his touch and kiss the hand wrapped around me.
I’m not sure if he notices because pretty quickly he’s sound asleep and I join him praying this isn’t all just a dream.