Chapter 10 #3
I pulled him up toward me, crushing our mouths together, and then we were kissing, my nerves melting away at the familiar taste of him, the feel of him in my arms. And Cole was right.
We giggled when he climbed into my lap a little too enthusiastically, and knocked my head against the wall.
And we giggled some more shortly afterward, when he realized there was no way to wriggle out of his skinny jeans from that position, except to stand up entirely and drag them off his long legs, blushing the whole time.
When he climbed back into my lap, and we realized how bare we were, how little fabric was separating us, we both sobered up for just a moment.
But then he blew a raspberry into my neck, and I tossed him onto his back on the bed, my fingers digging into his ribs as he shrieked and clutched at my wrists.
And as I draped myself over him, as I ran my finger down the side of his face, as he looked up at me with eyes shining and hair tumbling over the pillow, I remembered that this was my friend, that he’d already proven over and over just how much he liked me.
And I knew that I wanted this, that I wanted to know him in every possible way that one person can know another.
“I think you should try it with your finger first, just so that we both have a chance to relax.”
We were both naked, and I was shocked at how good it felt to have his skin pressed against mine. Cole was on his back, his knees spread wide, and I was lying between them, resting my weight on one arm so that I would be free to caress him with the other.
“Oh, um —” I fumbled for the bedside table and the bottle of lube we kept there. When I returned, Cole took it for me, slicking my finger and then pouring a bit into his palm. “How should I —”
“Nice and easy.” Cole took my wrist and guided my hand down between his legs. “Small circles around the outside at first, and then — when you’re ready — a little bit at a time —”
I did as he asked, finding the little furl of muscle and following his instructions as well as I could.
First outside, and then in, dipping my finger to the first knuckle watching the tiny fluctuations on his face as I teased in and out.
He wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly stroking up and down, and I grew bolder, working inside, marveling at the tight grip of his body, the way he opened for me.
“There’s a spot inside —” he breathed. “Feels softer — if you crook your finger — oh fuck fuck fuck do that again —”
It was a heady feeling, watching him lose himself, naked in my bed, one palm pressed against his temple.
I was aching, my own cock hard against his thigh, but I kept up the motion of my finger, leaning down to kiss his shoulder as he writhed, listening to the soft breaths ragged in my ear, the gasped curses —
“Fuck — no wait stop stop it’s too —”
I recoiled immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
Cole opened his eyes and laughed. “No, I was about to come. And I don’t want to put myself out of commission. Come on, your turn —”
I braced myself on my knees, and he settled into the pillows, placing one under his hips to lift himself up. And I thought I was ready, but when I looked down —
“Cole, I’m not going to fit.”
“I promise that you will.”
“I’m going to hurt you —”
“You won’t —”
Soft laughter pressed against my cheek, and then lips finding mine, an arm winding around my neck. Another hand guiding me forward, showing me where to push to seal our bodies together. Gentle pressure, resistance, then —
“Oh fuck, it’s so good, it’s too much — I don’t know if I can —”
“You’re doing great, Ezra, just breathe —”
My hips meeting the backs of his thighs, the overwhelming urge to move.
Hands under his knees, lifting and spreading him.
A burst of euphoria, the feeling that this was right, that it was meant to be.
I couldn’t believe it was happening, that we were really — but there he was beneath me, eyes shut tight and hand pumping himself, a soft ah!
accompanying each thrust. And I was flying, lost, better than I’d ever felt, and there was no way I could resist, no way I could keep this up, no way —
“Oh god, Cole, I’m not going to last —”
“It’s okay, neither am I —”
I lost it first, deep inside him, shuddering as I came, willing myself not to collapse on top of him as his hand flew over his cock.
But he was following me a moment later, spilling over his belly as his eyes flew open.
And when his eyes found mine, a punch-drunk smile settled over his face, every single thing I was feeling too spread out in front of me.
“Well, we are definitely doing that again!” he burst out, and we both collapsed into giggles.
I reached for a tissue, mopping up the mess on his belly. “So, I guess I didn’t fuck it up?”
“No, I fucking loved it.” Cole kissed me hard, then pulled me down on top of him. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And I didn’t know how I was ever going to want to do anything else ever again.