11. Chapter 11 - Cole
E miliano’s body is hot against my back, his arm draped over my waist. We’re both naked. When I got in this bed, I expected him to wake me up and kick me out, but I’m glad he didn’t. Instead, he got in with me and stayed on the other side for as long as he could. Always fighting the gravitational pull between us. But as if the universe has other plans for us, he always ends up at my side.
Earlier was surreal. I never expected him to bring me to his room, much less take care of me. His gentle hands on my body stoked a fire inside of me, and I don’t know how to put it out. I burn with the need to make him mine. I ache with the need to keep him. And I don’t know how to put out the embers. I know it’s a pipe dream, hoping for him to fall in love with me and not care about the odds stacked against us, but damn it, the hope fluttering in my chest every time he looks at me is hard to snuff out. I can see the desire in his eyes. The same need that I have for him reflected back at me.
I snuggle in closer to him, burying my face into the pillow, and inhale deeply. It smells like him, and I hope I smell like him, too. I can feel his dick thickening against my ass, and he groans as he grips my hip. I shouldn’t tempt him. I should stay still and hope he lets me stay here until morning, but I just can’t help myself. I want to devour him. So I do the only thing I can think of and rub my ass against his erection.
“Cole,” Em growls, and it goes straight to my cock, hardening it to the point of pain. “Stop.”
“Why?” I breathe, grabbing his hand as he tries to pull away from me. I direct it to my cock, and he wraps his hand around it without hesitation. No matter what he says, he can’t deny how much he—“Don’t you want me?”
Emiliano’s harsh pants are loud against the shell of my ear, and he buries his nose in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. I stay still for him, letting him do whatever he wants, but he doesn’t move either. Just holds my cock in his hand and smells me. I should be freaking out right now; instead, I’m curious. Why isn’t he doing anything?
“Please don’t make me betray him,” he whispers. “I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Just one night, Em,” I plead, begging for anything he can give me. Even if it’s not sex. I just want him to hold me for the night and not let go. I want to have something to remember him by when I’m feeling lonely. When I feel hopeless. When life doesn’t go my way, as usual. “Tonight.”
“Don’t you get it?” He lets go of me, and I miss the warmth of his hand immediately. “It would make me a monster.”
“So let’s be monsters together,” I tell him, flipping over to face him.
Emiliano hasn’t moved, still on his side, facing me now. He grabs something from under the pillow, and his bedside lamp clicks on. I look into his deep brown eyes, at the pain in them, and my breath hitches. I know I shouldn’t be pushing him, but I’m selfish. I want him. So fucking much. I’m willing to hurt, maim, and kill to get him. This isn’t some passing infatuation. I live and breathe for him. He owns me.
He doesn’t reply, instead continuing to stare into my eyes with a frown that I want to smooth out. I lean in, completely obliterating the distance between us as I press my lips to his. The kiss turns heated quickly, my tongue brushing against the seam of his lips forcefully until he grants me entrance. And then my hands wander over his body with no true direction. First, I palm his pecs, then rub my hand over his muscular arm, gripping his bicep. After that, I drag my hand from his arm and down his back, all the way to his ass and grab him roughly.
I’m drunk with lust, unable to do anything but feel as I thrust my tongue deep into Em’s mouth. Before I know it, I’m pushing him onto his back and straddling him. Looking up, I reach toward his nightstand and grab the bottle of lube on it, putting it on the bed next to me.
As my legs straddle Emiliano’s hips, I look down at his hard cock, which is resting against his abs and leaking pre-cum. He looks up at me through his lashes, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, and I swear on all that is holy, I’ve never seen a more erotic sight in my life.
“Fuck, Cole,” Emiliano grunts when I grab his cock and grip it tightly. I hold it against mine, then wrap my hand around both of us and stroke slowly. He hisses, “ F-fuck .”
“You haven’t felt anything yet, Em,” I whisper, tightening my hand even more and stroking faster. “I’m gonna ride your cock so fucking good.”
Emiliano’s back arches off the bed, and his harsh breaths are loud between us. He doesn’t speak, only feels, and for that, I’m grateful. I don’t want his words to ruin this right now.
I let go of us, and his cock slaps against his abs. My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s never been with a man before, so I grab the lube and begin to prep myself, stuffing two fingers inside of me. He looks between my legs in confusion, and I raise an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“Stretching myself.” I smirk.
“Why the fuck?” He narrows his eyes at me, and I raise up on my knees a little higher so he can see, but instead, he snakes his hand under me and edges a finger against mine. “This ass is mine, Cole. Let me in it.”
He rubs the lube against my rim, then stuffs his finger inside of me along with mine. The breath whooshes out of my lungs at how full I feel, and I scissor my fingers to continue to stretch myself.
“Like this,” I tell him, crooking my fingers until I find my prostate. When his finger brushes against it too, I whine long and loud. “That’s the spot.”
“Hmmm,” Em murmurs. “Pull your fingers out.”
I do as he says, and we both withdraw our fingers from my body. He grabs the lube and squirts some onto his fingers, then stuffs three inside of me without warning. I try to get away from the sting, but his free hand grips my hip tightly, holding me in place.
Em crooks all three of his fingers, finding my prostate after a few passes, and I moan. This man is going to be the fucking death of me, and I don’t mind it one bit. He doesn’t stop, not even when my cock begins to leak like a faucet, or when I wrap a hand around it and stroke myself at a feverish pace.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I groan, my entire body lighting up every time he pegs my prostate with his fingers. As if my words trigger my orgasm, my spine begins to tingle, and my balls draw up. But it’s as if I’m waiting for his permission, dangling over the edge of the precipice. “Fuck, Em. I don’t want to come yet. I want your cock in my ass.”
“Who said you can’t have both?” Emiliano asks me, his eyes flashing with lust. “I’ll make you come a hundred times before I fuck you if I want to.”
His words trigger my release, and I paint his chest and abs with my cum. The territorial side of me sings at the sight of it, and I know he can tell when he smirks. My chest heaves as he pulls his fingers out of me slowly, and I immediately wish for them back.
“Lick me clean, pretty boy,” Emiliano says softly, and I immediately drop down to lick his chest and abs. “That’s it. Such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, inspecting his skin, making sure I got it all.
Before he can say another word, I get the lube and slather his cock with it, then lift up and press it to my entrance. His thick length stretches me, dancing on the edge of pain, but I don’t let it deter me. Instead, I take a deep breath and lower myself onto him until my ass meets his balls, taking him all the way. Emiliano hisses, then grits his teeth.
“Holy shit,” he groans, and I lift and slam down harshly. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Tight.” I grin. “Too fucking tight.”
“You’re not gonna come already, are you?” I taunt, and his eyes meet mine, anger swirling in those pretty brown irises. “I’m not fucking done with you yet.”
Emiliano’s jaw tics as I roll my hips and grind against him, then change the pace and bounce up and down on him. He seems to like that best, if his moans are any indication, and I grab the headboard with one hand and wrap my other one around his throat, squeezing it tightly. His face turns red quickly, his eyes bulging out in surprise, and I smirk.
“You like that, don’t you?” I taunt. “When I take control?”
He shakes his head, and I tighten my grip on him until his lips part on a silent moan. I go faster, not letting go of him, and I feel his cock harden even more inside of me. I know he’s about to come, so I ease up on his neck.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I groan, then slap his cheek. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.
Emiliano pulls me up and off him, shoving me face-first into the bed in a move I don’t see coming. He wraps a hand around my waist roughly and pulls until my ass is up in the air, then he stuffs his cock inside of me once more. His thrusts are hard and punishing, and he spanks my ass so hard I see stars. My cock hardens to the point of pain, and he spanks me again, this time harder, and I whimper.
“That’s the little sound I want to hear.” He growls, “Submit to me.”
“ Never ,” I lie. “You’ll have to fucking make me.”
Emiliano grips my hips tightly, fucking in and out of me slower, and when I look over my shoulder at him, I see he’s mesmerized looking at his cock thrusting in and out of my hole. His lips are parted in pleasure, and when I push back, he grits his teeth. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I imprint it into my memory like a tattoo.
“I’m going to stuff you so full of my cum that there’s no mistaking who you belong to,” Em growls. “And then I’m going to eat it out of your tight little asshole.”
My stomach flutters with butterflies at his words, and then he speeds up once more, brushing my prostate with every thrust. “Oh, God ,” I moan.
“Don’t call out to him, my prince.” Emiliano moans loudly. “He’s not going to fucking save you from me.”
“I don’t need saving,” I say as I wrap a hand around my cock and begin to jerk myself off. “I just need you.”
“ Please ,” he begs, the word full of aching. “Don’t talk about your feelings. Not when I can’t promise you anything.”
My heart squeezes in my chest at those words. “Lie to me, Em,” I moan, my balls drawing up for the second time tonight. My spine begins to tingle, and I know I’m about to come, even through the heartache. “Tell me I’m the only one for you.”
“You’re the only one for me,” Emiliano says softly, and for a split moment, he sounds honest too. “Now come for me, Cole. I need to come.”
I push back against his cock, all the while jerking myself faster, until I’m spilling my cum onto his sheets. His hands tighten around my hips, and he fucks into me at a furious pace, then he stills, filling me up. I feel his cock jerking inside of me as his orgasm washes over him, and my eyes sting. Fucking hell, get it together, Cole. Don’t you dare fucking cry right now.
Em pulls out of me swiftly, and I fall forward onto the bed, my chest meeting the mattress. I’m sticky with cum, but I ignore it. Rough hands pull my cheeks apart, and then his breath is on me. He licks me tentatively, then groans.
“Push my cum out for me, Cole,” he tells me, and I do it. He licks it, rimming me and eating it out of me. “Fuck, I could eat you all day.”
“Do it,” I groan, loving his possessiveness.
He leans back in, licking me once more, and I close my eyes to the feeling of his tongue thrusting into my ass. Once he deems me clean, he pulls away. But when I look back, his face is blank, and his body is stiff. As if?—
“Get out,” he growls.
“W-what?” I stutter, confused. I get up, kneeling on the bed, staring at him wide-eyed. “But?—”
Emiliano grabs my hair roughly and pulls me off the bed, my scalp screaming in pain. I shake him off, pushing him away, and he stumbles back. “I said—get out,” he repeats.
“Why?” I ask him slowly.
“This was a mistake,” he replies, and my heart falls all the way down to my ass. “It won’t happen again.”
“You think I’m a fucking mistake?” My voice shakes with the question, and I’m so afraid of the answer that I don’t know why I asked in the first place. My eyes sting, and then a tear trails down my cheek. I wipe it quickly, but he saw it. Emotions run through his eyes, but they’re fleeting, and I can’t decipher them. What I don’t expect is his silence.
It stings more than words.
“Fuck you,” I snarl, walking quickly toward the door.
My hand wraps around the doorknob and I swing it open so hard it bangs against the wall. I’m halfway down the hallway when he speaks again.
“Wait—” Em says, but I don’t wait. I high-tail it to my room. Before I can close the door on him, he slaps his hand on it and shoves it open. “Matteo is in love with you. This is a betrayal!”
I laugh, and it sounds manic. “Fuck Matteo and fuck you too,” I spit. “Stop fucking leading me on. I’m not your toy.”
Pain flashes in Emiliano’s eyes, but then he nods.
And as if he couldn’t twist the knife in my chest any more than he already has, he walks away without another word. And that gaping hole in my chest? It bleeds and bleeds until I’m sure my life force is draining from me.
I’m too weak for him.
But no more.
I’m fucking done.