Chapter 24 Sephtis #3
I opened my mouth and laved against him in earnest, licking and lapping until saliva ran down my chin and he was panting and rocking beneath me.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, my hips had caught a rhythm against the soft sheets.
I was rocking in time with the motion of my mouth, and I was so hard I could barely think around it.
All I could do was move and focus on the way he felt, how that tightness was giving way ever so slightly the more I licked.
When I stiffened the tip of my tongue and played against his entrance, he let out a cry and nearly came off the bed.
My fingers on his hips clenched, dragging him closer.
It wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
I needed it just as much as he did.
I pressed into him again, and Cole thrust against me hard enough that I felt his muscles give way. I felt the heat of him slip around my tongue and grip me, and it was too much.
Fuck, it was too much.
I didn’t realize what was happening until my body clenched and I jerked, and the low, rumbling growl that tore from me made Cole rear back.
My vision was hazy, and pleasure flooded through every nerve I’d never known existed until I met him.
It was like before, in the lake. Something so good I couldn’t think around it.
Couldn’t breathe around it. There was just Cole and the taste of him on my tongue.
Cole, whose hands were finding my shoulders while he flipped me over. Cole… whose fingers wrapped around my cock and milked the orgasm out of me while I squirmed beneath him and cried out.
When I finally found the strength to open my lids, he was there between my legs, his hand still around my length, fingers stroking the overly sensitive flesh until I spasmed again and another little burst of cum joined the pool on my waist.
“Sorry,” I gasped. I hadn’t meant… I wanted to make him feel good. It hadn’t been about me at all, but apparently he was too much for me to resist. Too much, and I’d never felt anything like this.
“Don’t.” He leaned down, dipping between my legs to run his tongue along the length of my softening cock. “Don’t apologize. Just tell me you can take more.” He sucked me into his mouth, licking my release from my tip and making me groan.
I wasn’t sure if I could take more, but I was willing to die trying.
“Anything… anything you want.”
Cole looked me over, and his green eyes were like foxfire. He was too much.
Too perfect.
“You… what I really, really want… is to feel you.” I wasn’t sure if I could, and maybe he could see it in my eyes, because he shook his head softly. “Don’t worry… I can take care of us both. Just… Can I?”
I didn’t realize what he meant until he drifted his fingers through the mess I’d made on my stomach and then trailed them along my ass to press against my entrance.
I nearly came again from the thought—my cock twitched, my body eager.
“Anything,” I said again, and gods… I meant it. I couldn’t think of anything better than the thought of him inside me. The thought of feeling Cole possessing me.
I wanted to belong to him.
I wanted him to know that he was all I could see.
“Trust me,” he murmured as he sat back. “I need you to relax. I want…” He swiped his fingers through the mess on my stomach again, then lowered his head and let a string of spit join the mix. “I want this to feel good for you.”
I could have told him anything he did would feel good. My eyes drifted to his cock, still glistening with my saliva and dripping precum. “You can just…”
“No,” he said, and stroked one slick finger across my entrance. “No, let me do this right.”
Was there a right way to break me apart?
I didn’t know, but my head fell back on the sheets when he circled his finger around my rim again and pressed in a gentle tease.
My body was already so loose from my orgasm, and the warmth of cum and spit on his fingers felt so good playing at my entrance that I barely groaned when he worked the tip of one digit inside.
My hips moved almost reflexively, and when he pressed into me again, I took him in to the knuckle.
“Fuck, you’re eager for it…” He sounded almost awed as he trailed his eyes across my body, over the length of my abs, the tattoos scattered across my pale skin. Cole’s gaze connected with my own hazy expression for just a second before he dropped down and pressed his mouth to mine.
It was the kiss that pulled me through the sensation of his finger diving all the way inside me, the kiss that drank down my groan when another joined it and he started working them in and out of my hole in a pantomime of what I realized I really, really wanted him to do to me.
I needed it.
I needed him.
He worked me for a few more minutes until my cock was jerking, hard between our bodies pressed together, the slick slide of his precum and the mess I’d already made soaking us both.
When he pulled back from my mouth, he shifted me up and dropped his hand beneath my chin.
“Spit.” It came out hot, a filthy demand that tore straight through me.
My eyes widened, but I did as he said and watched in fascination as he slicked his cock, swiping his fingers over my torso to gather up the last of the mess I’d made before he shifted down and drew my legs up.
“Mmfh.” I’d meant to say his name, to say something.
To tell him he was perfect, that he was good—to ask him how he’d ever questioned that when his body fit against mine like we’d been made to connect, to make a whole…
but I lost the ability to speak when he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance and slowly started to push inside.
There was just him then—the connection between us.
There was the red thread that was burning so brightly I wondered if it was lighting up the room.
There was Cole, and how gorgeous he looked as he pressed inside me and his jaw went slack.
His lashes drifted shut, and he moaned as he thrust until he’d bottomed out.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered against my ear, and I nodded. I wasn’t sure I had words. Just my hands sliding across his shoulders, his chest, urging him on.
He started to move, and my world narrowed down to that—to the feel of his cock sliding inside me, driving into me slow and steady at first, and then faster when the grunts I made started to turn into low moans.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve never… never felt anything so… perfect.” He gasped and rocked back, hitching my legs higher so he could hit a different angle. The sensation in me changed, dropping to something hotter, something that burned across my senses and made my vision burst into stars.
If he’d been worried that I couldn’t give more, he was wrong—I felt like I was going to fly apart again already. He thrust into me slow and steady, and then hard and fast—his body rocked until he was slicked with sweat and I was shaking beneath him from overstimulation and the need to come again.
I wanted it again.
I was going to break into a thousand pieces and turn into stars, caught in the gravity of his desire. I wanted it. I wanted to be his universe, his heaven. I wanted to live in his orbit and never come down.
“Cole,” I groaned, and he dropped forward—his lips found mine and his hips started to buck in earnest. There wasn’t a rhythm anymore, nothing but the punched-out sound of his breath and the thundering of his heart echoing between us as he kissed me.
“I know. Fuck, I know.” He managed to pant it against my lips before he cried out. I was greedy when my fingers came up, spilling through his sweat-slicked hair so I could pull his head back as pleasure blossomed over his face.
I wanted to see it.
I needed to see it as he came inside me, his body tensing and his shoulders shaking. It was everything—all encompassing. His pupils blew wide and his lips parted, and Cole looked at me like I was the only thing he could see.
Like he was just as helpless as I was.
He cried out my name again and tore from my grip, pressing his lips to mine and grinding deeper inside me.
Cole’s hand reached between us and his fingers wrapped around my cock…
and that touch was all I needed. He stroked me once, twice, and nailed that place inside me that made my vision burst again, and I followed him over the edge.
I came on a scream, and he licked into my mouth and drank the sound down like it was water and he was a man dying of thirst. He kissed me until my lips felt raw, fucked into me until my body was twitching in protest…
and then with one last, soft moan… he collapsed against my chest, still buried inside me.
Fuck.
Fucking gods.
I’d never felt so…
Whole.
I had to try three times to make my tongue work, and even then I wasn’t sure that my words didn’t come out garbled.
“Perfect… so good. You’re so good, Cole.”
He shivered at the praise and dropped his head to nuzzle against my throat. I barely caught the words he whispered, hidden in my hair, pressed against my skin.
“I want to be. Fuck… for you, I think I want to be. I don’t think I can pretend anymore, Sephtis.
” I didn’t miss the soft heat that joined the press of his lips—tears that fell as he curled around me.
Warmth that pooled into the curve of my shoulder as I shifted us both so I could pull the blankets over us.
Cole cried, and he held me… and for the first time, it truly felt like he never wanted to let me go.
If this was it—this touch, that soft confession—if that was all he could ever give… It was more than enough for me.