26. Cole
Twenty Six
Cole
We’re sitting outside my apartment, and I’m trying to figure out something to say to get Sal up to my apartment.
It’s not that dinner with his father stirred up any crazy romantic feelings between us, those are already there for me.
But I want more time with him. My heart wrenches at the thought of standing on the curb as his vehicle tears away in the dark.
The thought of our time ending and the mental image stirred in my mind propels me to risk opening the door to vulnerability.
“Will you come upstairs and have coffee with me on the patio?”
“Aren’t you tired?” he asks, turning his body to face me.
His expression is hard to read. My gaze traces along his hard jaw line up to meet his gaze.
“Not really.” I glanced at the clock. “It’s only 9 pm.”
Mild amusement shows up in his features mainly by way of his eyebrows lifting.
He looks tired.
“Unless you wanna have a quickie out here in your car.”
The silence between us causes my head to dizzy.
What the fuck did I just ask?
My mind flashes back to Sal watching me and Danny in that cherry red charger.
Is he thinking about that too?
“Come on,” I say, climbing out from the passenger side, biting my tongue to stop myself from saying more stupid shit.
Does he think all I want is sex now?
I mean I do want sex, but… oh god he isn’t moving.
Despite his reluctance, he eventually gets out of the car, locks it and follows me inside.
I am quick to start the kettle and pull out tea and decaf coffee as if to prove I’m not just trying to seduce him.
Sal leans against the doorway to the kitchen, watching me work. I grabbed two mugs that are matching, ones that I made in a ceramics class with my last boyfriend. I’m not normally one to be sentimental, but I can’t bring myself to get rid of them.
“Coffee please,” he asks before I need to say anything.
Preparing the drink I pause to take him in.
“What?”
His tone is sharp.
“Nothing. You just look good.”
“Oh.” Unfolding his arms, he stretches his neck, some of the anger slightly dissipating from his muscles and face.
We take our steaming drinks to the patio and watch lights move across the semi lit roads. Darkness has descended on the night and there’s a bit of a nip to the air.
It’s perfect for sipping coffee.
“Tonight was a lot,” I say to start the conversation.
If it’s even possible to have one with him with the way that he’s been brooding all evening.
It’s too dark to see if he’s nodding or not, so I opt to change the subject.
“There’s nothing like summer evenings. The sound of the city, the warm air with a cool breeze blowing it back-and-forth. In the city, knowing that life keeps moving and growing.”
I’m not sure where I’m going with what I’m sharing, but it feels good to be able to say it to him.
“There’s only one thing I can think of that would be better.”
“And what’s that?” he asks.
Oh shit. I didn’t mean to say the last part out loud.
“Ummm, nothing.”
There’s not even a slice of silence. “Tell me.”
I swallow hard, glancing down at the dark liquid in my mug. “Fucking you on the patio.”
Oh my god.
Did I actually admit that out loud?
I mean, I knew he knew I wanted to do that someday…. But I invited him in to chat about the awkward diner with his dad. Not confess my desire to have sex on my patio. And why did I say him specifically? I could’ve been more vague and said someone .
“Would I be fucking you while you grip onto the railing?” He asks so casually before sipping his coffee I have to lean in to absorb the question.
“Obviously.”
He smiles. Smiles! Then puts his coffee down, stands and steps over in front of me.
There’s a strange, electric energy buzzing between us and before I can think better of myself, I lean in and start making out with the front of his khaki pants.
With my eyes slammed closed I listen on high alert for noises to tell if he likes it or if I should stop.
Instantly his dick is straining in the goofy pants and a little grunt from him encourages me to keep going.
Gently he places a heavy hand on my hand and begins working his fingers through my hair. Jesus, having him ruin my hair is incredible.
Why does it feel like it’s the first time we’re touching each other? Our bodies aren’t new to each other.
Changing the pacing, I open my mouth and gently suck at the tip of his dick.
Is he throwing his head back as I curl my tongue around it gently? Sucking in a deep breath, I suck in as much of him as I can through the pants.
It’s not enough! I need all of him crashing into the back of my throat.
Pulling away, I reach up and start to tug at his belt.
“Cole…” Reluctant carries heavy weight in the word.
My hand drop is automatic, but my dick throws a fit by twitching madly in my pants.
Before he can dampen the heat, I say, “Sir, I think it’s imperative that we see this job to the end. We don’t want an unhappy customer.”
The customer being my dick.
I almost laugh, except his pulled together brow begins to release and I’ve hooked him.
“You deserve more.”
The statement stuns me.
It doesn’t stop me from speaking though. “What do you mean?”
Sal clears his throat. “Sex is great, but you had that and it wasn’t enough for you. Don’t you want more?”
The twisting in my heart shaves away every desirous sensation in my body.
“You had that with Danny,” he says, starting to pace before me. “I’m your boss. There’s a power imbalance here.”
I scoff. “Is that so?”
“Yeah!” he throws his hands out to the sky.
It’d be funny if I wasn’t so ready to toss all his self importance over the railing. “If you’re so bossy and in charge, then why do I dress like a mess everyday and still have a job?”
There it is, a death glare from him. I’ve pricked him under the skin, and I’m just getting started.
I sit with my chin tall. “Why am I still here when I show up and chat away with my best friend and drive you crazy?”
Sal folds his arms. “Because you’re good at your job.”
I stand tall. “Why am I still here at this job? Why was I put on this team to help plan the coolest gay party of the year, maybe of the whole world?”
The slow blinks are hilarious, but I keep my shit together as he grumbles out another compliment. “Because you’re good at your job.”
“I wouldn’t fuck you to get a raise, because there’s no where for me to go. There are no bonuses for me to gain that I haven’t rightfully earned.”
“What are you getting at, Cole?” The way he grits out my name is so fucking sexy. Those dark eyes are alive and mad.
“There’s no power imbalance. If I sucked at my job, you would have fired me years ago.”
He nods.
It makes me wonder how I got hired and given a chance in the first place.
I shake the thought away.
“So fuck me because I like you, and I’m pretty damn sure you like me too.”
I almost add that his father likes me as well, but now is not the time to mention his dad.
Within a heartbeat, he grabs me and pulls me close. His gaze is locked into mine and with every blink he leans in closer, eventually pressing his lips to mine.
Our dicks are united and I can’t help but grind my hips to get any kind of friction I can manage.
I yank my head back to order him around again. “Now strip me and fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all week.”
A brilliant smile tears across his face and while I love feeling turned on by him, there’s a fluttering in my chest that sends a slew of emotions to my brain. I’d take a photo if I could.
The smile fades and he’s wrestling my pants off me and tears my shirt over my head. He moves so fast as if he was trying to set a record.
Then I’m turned and my chest is gently eased against the cool metal railing.
There’s a tearing sound before a good dousing of cool lube slides into my crack. A jolt of excitement tears through me, eagerness of what’s to come. Slowly, with hands that could destroy me, a finger is worked into my ass hole and the pressure alone nearly sends me into an orgasm. It hasn’t been that long yet it’s like the first time.
In and out, he works his finger deeper inside and at first it’s a swell of relief and gratitude. Quickly, though, it turns to a burning desire for more. I need his dick inside of me, pulling in and out, hovering, teasing me.
“I need more,” I pant.
His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Tell me what you want.”
He wants a fucking detailed report.
“Pull that finger out, lather that fucking long dick and stick it in me. I may have goosebumps pricking my skin, but it’s worth it. “But don’t get this over with.”
Both of his legs wrap around each of my sides. “You want me to draw it out as long as possible?”
The husky tone of his voice causes my dick to stand up higher and hit one of the bars.
I did not see tonight playing out like this, but I’m loving every tantalizing second of it.
“Yes,” I moan.
I sound desperate, needy and wrecked already and we’ve barely done anything.
“Remember our safe word?”
Oh fuck he’s gonna give it to me good.
“Waffles.”
His hand wraps around me and gently grips my jaw to crane my neck as he says, “Good boy.”