33. Cole
Thirty Three
Cole
Sal making himself comfortable on my couch is a sight for sore eyes and a good gut punch reminder that throwing a fit this week was ridiculous. I gave up having him here so I could pout?
Now, instead of picking up where we left off, I’m cracking open a prebiotic soda and laying my head in Sal’s lap.
There’s a cooking show on and I think he’s pretending to pay attention while I search my phone for what I want to make for dinner tomorrow night.
Despite searching every single night, I have not found something I’m proud to make and offer them. These are millionaires I’m about to host. What the hell do you feed millionaire’s? Should I be searching for snail themed dinners? Food speckled with fake gold?
“You can change it,” I say to Sal for the hundredth time.
He shrugs and ruffles my hair.
“You can’t tell me you’re enjoying this?”
Truth be told, I don’t think Sal would know what to put on the television. Thinking about it, I can’t picture what he enjoys watching.
“Do you watch anything for fun?”
“No.”
Sounds about right.
“What do you do for fun?”
Defensively, he pokes me in the belly. “I’ll have you know, I love Tennis, and reading magazines. Sometimes I like to watch golf tournaments.”
“Oh god, snooze!”
In mock offense, he scoffs and starts tickling my stomach.
“Hey!” I shout, dropping my phone in a fit of laughter.
Stress about finding the perfect meal fades as I squirm away from him, half sliding off the couch.
“Stop!” I shout through a fit of laughter. His thick fingers are perfectly lodged in my armpit and I’m choking on a breathless laugh.
Facing the tv I jerk to the left and right but I can’t escape.
Next thing I know, he’s crouched over and kissing my neck, slowly extracting his fingers from my armpits.
I should accept the invitation to switch the play to another kind of play, but revenge is too tempting.
Dropping to the floor, I turn around and pounce on him. Surprise looks good on him as I land on his chest and grab his nipple, hard.
“Ow!”
His attempts to buck me off fail as I lock my legs around his torso. Those fingers aim right for my armpits but I lean down and go for his neck, grazing his warm skin with my lips and teeth.
The sound that leaves his mouth is sexy as fuck. Heavy and arousing, I’m instantly hard against him.
Waiting for him to retaliate I opt to kiss him.
“No,” he pleads. “Keep doing what you were doing before.”
Strong hands travel from my sides to my thighs and he starts massaging them roughly as I crane my neck to the other side and start doing what I was before.
“Ahhhhh.” The noise is music to my ears and I want to find all the spots that strike that melody.
Jesus, I can’t stop my dick from eagerly seeking something to grind against. My efforts are rewarded with one of his paws grabbing it and rubbing it.
Greedy bastard, I think as I desperately press my straining dick into his palm.
Groans escape my lips as his thumb strokes the tip.
“Don’t stop,” he orders, his head thrown back.
Unable to see his face, I wonder how vulnerable he looks if I were to sit up. My curiosity can be stopped since my dick is getting what it wants.
Obeying him, I graze my teeth along his jawline, down to his collarbone, then work my way up the other side.
“Cole…” His voice rumbles.
His other hand leaves my thigh and brushes through my hair and I roll my head to the sensation.
Shimmying down his pants, both his pants leave me and my dick retaliates by seeking purchase anywhere it can. There’s nothing so I reach in my pants and start stroking it with long, slow strokes.
Sal chuckles at my desperation.
“What?!” I grumble, throwing my head back, letting the tingles of pleasure stream through me.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says with a sense of endearment in his voice.
He tears something behind me. I turn my head to glance and watch as he lathers his dick with long, deliberate strokes.
Automatically, my ass perks for him. Gripping the back of the couch, I use it to lean on and lower myself onto him.
“Hold on,” he grumbles.
“No.”
Swatting his hand away, I lower myself onto him. It takes a good minute, as I did not prep whatsoever.
“You just couldn’t be patient.”
I don’t bother looking at him, and instead throw my head back, bouncing on him like it’s been forever.
“Slow down,” he warns.
“Make me.”
Sal is always gentle. However, he grips my thighs and physically stops my movement.
Meeting his gaze, his eyes burn with power.
“Who’s in charge here?”
Me , I want to say.
However, there’s a little voice of reason that tells me he’s ready to show me who’s boss tonight.
“What do you want me to do then?” I offer instead.
Before he can answer, I fold my body in half and graze one of his nipples through his shirt.
That gets me an ‘mmm’ and I transfer to the other one before lifting his shirt up and sucking them both hard, one after the other, going back and forth.
Working his dick in and out of me, I let him control the movement and focus on trying to find other ways to make him be the loud one for once.
Working my hands along his earlobes, rubbing my hands over the five o’clock shadow peppering his cheeks. Running the tips of his fingers from the base of his neck down to his navel, the pads tingling as they glide across caramel skin and dark hair on his chest.
Bending down I press gentle kisses to the middle of his chest. Craning so his chin is tucked in fully, he watches as my lips spread and pucker, then he pulls me to him and our kiss sends fireworks to my brain.
Curling, he pulls his dick out almost to the tip, then back in fully.
He’s filling me to the brim and my heart races like I’ve run miles. Sex with him always keeps me short of breath and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Gently he eases me back to a sitting position.
Now that I’ve seemed to have played with him enough, the dynamic switches and he lets me lead.
Lips tender and buzzing, body pulsing with pleasure, I let the feeling of being loved overtake me. Throwing my head back, my eyes snap shut and I ride him like crazy.
After only a few rides up and down, he grips my thighs roughly. It tears me from my head swarm. He must be close to finishing and it’s confirmed with how his breathing shifts.
Slow and steady, he’s trying so fucking hard not to lose it.
It eggs me on to ride him harder and faster.
Grabbing my dick, I stroke it and after three strokes, I’m cumming so hard it shoots from my enclosed hand up in the air and somewhere on the floor.
Sal fucks me controlling my hips and freezes, his dick pumping his load up my ass.
Seeing him lose it sends a shiver down my spine and I squeeze my ass around him.
“Ahhhh,” he hisses.
Collapsing on him, his dick leaves my ass.
I half expect him to scoot me off him. Instead, his large hands shift from my hips to cupping my ass.
Despite the wad of cum in my hand and open, vulnerable ass, we lay here for a good amount of time.
There’s a swelling in my chest that I can’t quite explain.
Then it hits me. Not the feeling, something else.
“I know what I’ll make for dinner tonight!” I proclaim, moving my head from his chest.
The amusement on his face is wonderful. “I’m glad I could help,” he chuckles.
Rolling my eyes, I climb off him still cupping my cum.
“Where are you going?” Snagging my arm, he pulls me back down on him.
Confused, I look at his dick, which is already standing erect.
“That was only the beginning.”
The brightness disappears and the look he wears now promises a long night ahead of me.
“Oh god.”
In the most serious voice he says, “Not even he could help you.”
The chill I had earlier pales in comparison to the gust that billows through my body.
“Can I…at least wash my hands?” I ask, holding up my fisted hand.
The bark of laughter has us both chuckling.
“Please do.”
In the most sincere voice, I ask, “You don’t wanna lick it from my hand?”
The lovely expression strips from his face and is replaced with pure disgust. “Get outta here,” he says playfully, batting me away.
When I come back he’s no longer laying across the couch. Now he’s sitting upright with his legs deliciously spread, his hard cock sticking right out.
My mouth starts to water. I’m about to get on my knees when he says, “Wait. Where’s your phone?”
I stop in my tracks. “The floor…”
I start to search for it, unsure why he wants it. Are we about to do a photo shoot?
Once I find it half under the couch, I kneel in front of him and wait for further instructions.
“Can you pull up the video of our first time together?”
Oh!
His hands tug at the couch material. Is he shy?
Biting my bottom lip, I try to fight back my amusement, not that he’s looking at me to see.
Once it’s up, I hand him the phone and he holds it out a ways for us both to see.
“Can I suck you while we watch?” I try to sound casual about it when I’m feeling like a desperate whore for that big dick.
He nods.
Cupping his balls with one hand, I use the other to hold his dick at the base to give it a good long pull.
It twitches in my mouth and I glance up to see a wide grin.
“Ready?” He asks.
I nod.
“Verbally confirm it,” he orders.
I can’t help but grin. “Mmhmm,” I say with his dick down my throat.
“Good boy,” he says, ruffling my hair.
Then he presses play and I watch the scene unfold again.
The week we were apart, I had searched through my photos and videos album on my phone only to notice how painfully bare they were. A few sky photos, because who doesn’t occasionally have the urge to capture the magnificent sky once in a while?
A few cool cars I encountered and some food pics because I can’t help it, when I make a dish the urge to document it overcomes me.
And then this lovely little video.
The video starts with me jerking myself off, with the intention of sending it to Danny, of course. That bit makes me cringe.
Then Sal walks in and my phone goes flying but stops to get me and Sal in frame.
The hesitation between us makes it that much hotter. Despite knowing how it ends, it stirs a plethora of emotions in my chest.
The sound of the door locking.
And before I know it, he’s got his hand wrapped around my dick and starts pumping.
Oh god.
Presently, Sal’s breath hitches but my eyes are glued to the screen.
It’s not long until I’m cumming all over the tiled floor, a little bit splattering my phone itself.
Then the last frame is me grabbing my phone, wide-eyed, and hair ruffled like mad. It’d be comical if I wasn’t so turned on.
Glancing up at Sal now, I pull his dick from my mouth and spread my tongue around the head like a lollipop and swallow him down my throat.
“Fuck,” he says, dropping my phone.
The poor thing has been through a lot, not that I care.
I keep sucking, until Sal grabs the back of my head and starts gliding me up and down his dick. I release my control and let him use me as he wishes, draping my arms on either side of his legs.
He’s gentle as he works me, only occasionally hitting the back of my throat.
My dick is begging to be touched and I reach down and try to get a good hold of it but it’s too far out of reach.
“Don’t worry baby,” he says in a whisper. “I’ll take care of you.”
I expect him to cum down my throat, instead he pulls me off him and cups either side of my cheeks.
“You’re so selfless, you know that?”
The compliment probably has the opposite effect he wants because I’m frowning, thrown by his words.
The words that come out next throw me off even more. “I love you, Cole.”
I can’t explain why I’m too stunned to speak, but I expect him to be offended or demand I say it back.
Instead, he smiles and gently lowers me to the floor.
Snagging a pillow from the couch, he props it under my head and spreads my legs.
I watch as he sprawls half over my legs, half on the floor.
Kissing my dick, I accidentally giggle and I love how he looks up at me with dark, sparkling eyes.
They seem a softer shade of brown tonight.
Gently, he strokes my dick before putting it in his mouth. Then rubs his strong hands across my thighs and stomach. He’s sucking me without using his hands and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
While what he’s doing makes my dick happy, a comfort settles over my chest, I wonder what it is.
Fuck.
The orgasm tears through me and my body seizes up, my legs squeezing his head.
When I look down, he’s got his hand around his dick, cum dripping from between his fingers.
Laying my head back, we lock gazes for a moment before we get up from the floor.
Panic starts to prick my chest.
Love. That’s a huge, scary word. It’s not that I’m afraid to commit, but I’m worried he’s not ready.
If I say it back will it sound cheesy?
Fleeing to my room, I throw on a large tee and crawl into bed.
I listen to the sound of him washing his hands in the sink. Then foot steps to the living room. Light switches flick off and I hear him approach the room.
“Did I scare you away?” He asks.
I lean backward to see him standing in the doorway, only the light from the hallway illuminating him.
“No.”
Though he did describe it pretty well. At least that’s what it looks like.
“Can I join you?”
“Duh, of course.”
Turning off the hallway light, he crosses the room and joins me.
Even if he thinks I won’t say it back, he wraps his arms around me and spoons me. I turn to him and press into his side.
My hands glide across his bare chest, I love the way it feels.
I love how strong he is, yet how gentle he is. I love that he babies me even when I’m bratty to him.
I love how kind he is, even when he doesn’t show it to others. I love how ridiculous he is sometimes over silly things.
“I love you too.”
There’s barely a millisecond before he says, “I hope you’re not just saying that.”
I shake my head. “I do love you. I didn’t want to be cliche and say it right after you.”
He looks down at me, though it’s too dark to really meet him eye to eye.
Before he can say anything, I start speaking without thought. “I want to take you out. On a real date. Suits and wine and all the fancy stuff.”
There’s a long stretch of silence. Does he think I’m ridiculous?
Finally, he asks, “You’re going to put on fancy wear, for me?”
I lightly slap his chest. “Is it that hard to imagine?”
“Yes!”
Wow, no hesitation. His words spark laughter from me. “Well I can’t wait to blow you away.”
Exhaustion sweeps over me and I curl into his warmth more and fall asleep quickly.