20. Chapter 20 - Emiliano
C ole’s naked body is a work of art. He has tattoos all over—just like I do—but I’m intrigued anyway. Not for the first time, I wonder what all of the tattoos mean to him. Did he get them because they’re pretty? Or because of something deeper?
He makes a deep sound at the back of his throat, breaking me out of my thoughts. His eyes are on my cock as I squeeze it tightly at the base, trying to keep myself from getting too excited. He smirks at me knowingly, and I grin, unable to deny that I could come just like this. From his eyes on me. I stroke myself slowly, my wrist twisting roughly, and Cole groans at the sight.
“Fuck,” he breathes, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back. “You look so fucking sexy, Emiliano.”
My breath stutters as he coats his fingers with lube and stuffs them in his ass, the groan that leaves him making my stomach clench, my abs bunch. I watch him scissor his fingers inside of himself, stretching. He’s not seeking to pleasure himself right now; it’s all very methodical, and I watch curiously until he pulls out. Except he just grabs the dildo immediately, pressing the tip to his entrance, then pushing it in until he’s stuffed full.
My breath leaves me on a gasp as I watch him take the dildo all the way in his ass, then pull it out to the tip and slam it back in. Cole moans long and loud, and then he presses a button on the base of it and the sound of vibration fills the room.
His hooded eyes meet mine from across the room, and I take a couple of steps away from the door until I’m suspended between want and need. Until I’m standing right between his spread legs. My hands push his bent knees toward his chest, and then I grab the fake cock and thrust it in deeper, harder. I do it at an angle, and he shouts, pre-cum dribbling from his cock. It’s hot as fuck, and I want him in my mouth, but I also want my cock in his ass, and he seems to be stretched enough for me at this point.
“Perfect,” I murmur, pulling at the dildo to take it out. Cole clenches around it and shakes his head quickly, halting my hand with his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
“No.” He shakes his head again. “I want you to fuck me with it in.”
I suck in a sharp breath, looking at Cole’s pink little hole swallowing the dildo. There’s no fucking way in hell he’ll be taking two in his ass—there’s just no way. “Cole—no.”
“Don’t be a pussy,” Cole whispers. “It’s my ass. I know what I can handle.”
I stay still between his legs, watching as he takes over the dildo and begins to fuck himself with it once more. He moans and writhes underneath me; the sounds coming out of him making my cock drip steadily. I inhale shakily, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bed, and lather it onto my cock.
Cole and I make eye contact, and he scoots up on the bed, making room for me. His legs fall open all the way, and I focus on the way his hole unclenches around the toy. He’s red and puffy around his rim, and I gulp as I press against it lightly.
“Relax,” I murmur, bathing my fingers in lube. I press two of them against the dildo, and they slip right into his ass. The dildo vibrates violently around me, he must have it on a high setting, and I crook my fingers around until he shouts once more, his cock jumping and leaking like a damn faucet. I know he’s close. I can feel the way he’s clenching. “Let my cock inside.”
“Hurry,” Cole begs, “I don’t know if I can hold off.”
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I say through gritted teeth as I withdraw my fingers and press my cock head against his entrance. “Not until I’m inside of you.”
Cole nods, relaxing once more, and the head of my cock is suddenly cradled in the wet heat of his ass. It feels intense with the steady vibration as I slip the rest of the way in excruciatingly slowly, and when my hips meet his ass, I groan.
“Goddamn it.” I breathe, “Are you trying to kill me?”
“It would be a great way to go.” Cole smirks, his cheeks red, his hair sweaty. His legs tremble violently. “I’m so full, Em. So full. Please fuck me.”
I withdraw almost to the tip, then thrust in alongside the dildo. I can feel the vibrations all the way up to my balls, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I lean over Cole, and his legs wrap around my waist.
“You just like when I use this hole, don’t you?” I smirk, bottoming out and thrusting back immediately. With every thrust, we creep toward the headboard. “You want me to abuse it?”
“F-f-fuck,” Cole mutters, his ass clenching around my cock until my eyes cross. “Harder. Faster .”
I fuck him faster, feeling my sanity slip from my grasp. His legs spread wider, no longer wrapped around my waist, and he plants his feet on the mattress and begins to fuck me back. I pound into him roughly, one of my hands on his hips, surely bruising him, the other supporting myself by his head.
His wide eyes are focused on mine as I impale him, and he bites his bottom lip until he draws blood. I lean in further and lick the sweet coppery essence of him from his chin, then suck his bottom lip into my mouth until he moans loudly. I feel his ass flutter, clenching around my length, and I moan. I fuck into him faster than I ever have, desperate to fill him up, and he’s right there with me. Always right there with me.
“Everything about you does it for me, Cole,” I whisper against the shell of his ear. “Your ass, your cock, you . You’re just fucking perfect.”
“Oh, God,” Cole moans. “More.”
“You want more, baby?” I ask him, and his eyes widen. “What do you want more of?” I ask with a harsh thrust. “My cock? My words?”
“If you call me baby again, I’m going to fucking come.”
I smirk. “So come, baby.” Cole shivers, and I feel the telltale signs of my impending release. My balls draw up, my spine tingling, and I breathe in deeply through my nose.
Before I can give him a chance to reply, I’m switching our position by pulling away from him and sitting back on my haunches, all the while keeping myself inside his body. Cole spreads his legs for me once more, giving me a prime view of my cock in his ass beside the dildo.
“Double stuffed,” I mutter under my breath, panting roughly. “All for me, right, Cole?”
“Yes, yes, yes .”
I grab onto his hips tightly, thrusting in and out of him at a feverish pace, and when his ass flutters around my cock and strings of cum begin to shoot out of his cock, I fill him up with a shout.
“Cole!” I yell, his name on my lips as I come. “Fuck.”
“Oh, goddamn,” Cole says under his breath as I stop. “ Again .”
I withdraw from his body slowly, trying to make sure I don’t hurt him, then take the dildo out, too. He’s red and puffy, swollen, my cum leaking out of his ass. “You want to come again?” I whisper.
“ Please , Em,” Cole whispers back. “I’m begging you.”
“More.” I grin, thrusting two of my fingers into him slowly, then crooking them when I find his prostate. “Beg more.”
Cole mutters a curse under his breath as I push against the little bundle of nerves, and his back arches off the bed. “Please, I’ll do anything.”
“ Anything ?” I smirk.
“Make me come.”
I take his cock down my throat, somehow still hard, and crook my fingers inside of him once more. Once, twice, three times. He’s panting and moaning now. Groaning and grunting. Begging . My cock twitches between my legs once more, hardening at the feel of his length poking the back of my throat.
I moan loudly with Cole’s cock down my sore throat, and when I swallow, his fingers tangle tightly in my hair. His hips have a mind of their own as he seeks his release, and he groans loudly as he comes down my throat. I swallow every drop, savoring him, and instead of letting him pull out of my mouth, I lick at his softening cock.
Fuck, I’m obsessed with him.
My chest heaves as he pulls out of my mouth, and I crawl toward him. I lie down next to him and face him, staring intently at his face. There’s a soft smile on his lips, and my stomach flutters. It’s short-lived though, because suddenly there’s a loud boom coming from behind us, and when I look back, Matteo is standing in the doorway; the door split in half.
“Fuck,” Cole growls, and when I look at him, I see there’s a gun in his hands, pointed right at my son. He lowers it immediately. “What the fuck, Matty.”
“ Me ?” Matteo laughs loudly, looking between me and Cole. “What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me, Cole? My dad? You couldn’t fuck anyone else?!”
Cole flinches.
“We’re not just fucking,” I blurt out, and Matteo’s eyes land on me. “He’s?—”
“What do you mean, it’s not just fucking?” Matteo’s voice breaks, and he looks between us quickly. Searching for something—for lies, I realize. “What is it then?”
There’s a moment of silence, but before I can reply, Matteo is shaking his head and looking away from us.
“No.” Matteo shakes his head again. “He’s mine, Dad. You know this. You’ve known this. How could you? How could you fucking do this to me?—”
“I’m not yours, Matty,” Cole says softly. “You know that. You have to know that?—”
“Fuck you!” Matteo snarls, then looks in my direction. His eyes are wild, his body tense as he clenches and unclenches his fists. “How dare you fucking take him from me?!”
I take a deep breath and get up from the bed, standing across from my son. I open my arms in invitation, and I know he understands when the first punch lands across my jaw. I can take this. I can do this for him—for us. It’s the only thing I can offer him right now. Maybe it’ll help him feel better. Maybe?—
Fuck.
My ears ring as I land on my back, and Matteo comes to straddle my hips. Cole shoves him off, getting in his face and screaming at him. My head spins as my jaw begins to throb, the ache strong and steady. And I just close my eyes for a moment.
What the fuck did I do?
Matteo is going to fucking hate me for the rest of my life. We should’ve told him instead of letting him find us like this. We should’ve?—
“I hate you,” Matteo yells, and I open my eyes. He gets up from the floor and begins to pace. “I’ll never forgive this— never .”
“I know.” I nod. “I’m sorry.”
Matteo chuckles. “You can’t take this back,” he says.
“Cole is mine,” I grunt, getting up from the ground, rubbing my jaw. “He’s mine.”
“Fuck you!” Matteo snarls again, stepping closer to me, and Cole tries to get between us. I shake my head.
“Get it off your chest.” I sigh. “But it’s not going to change a damn thing.”
“I’m moving out,” Matteo says slowly.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less,” I reply.
“We—” Matteo looks at Cole. “We’re never getting through this one.”
Cole’s eyes well with tears, and they begin to trail down his cheeks. “Matty, please. Please don’t do this.”
Matteo looks broken, but this feels too much like begging on Cole’s end, and I don’t fucking like it.
“Please, Matty.” Cole shakes his head, the rest of him shaking too. “I—love you. Please.”
This time it’s Matteo who shakes his head. “Are you in love with him?” he asks Cole, who freezes in place. He doesn’t even breathe. “Are you in love with my dad?”
There’s a beat of silence.
“Yes.”
Matteo’s eyes fill with tears now too, and he nods. “Then it’s done.”
“No!” Cole shouts as Matteo turns on his heel and goes to his room, slamming the door and locking it. Cole goes after him, slamming his hand repeatedly onto the wooden surface. “Please, open the door.”
“Enough!” I growl. Cole’s chest heaves as he stops, then looks at me. “Him or me.”
Cole frowns.
“Choose, Cole,” I say through gritted teeth. “You have to choose.”
I watch as he runs his hands down his face, then looks right into my eyes and nods. “You,” he says through a choked sob, and then he heads right back to his room.
I follow after him, trying to locate my clothes through the haze of panic in my brain. Until my phone rings, snapping me right out of it. “Hello?” I say as I pick up Giovanni’s call.
“Brother,” he says tightly, and I hear shouting in the background. My spine straightens. “Luna’s Den has been burned down. A note left behind.”
“Burned—” I stutter. “ What ?”
“A note was left behind,” he repeats. “For Cole.”
My stomach sinks. “What does it say?”
“An eye for an eye,” Giovanni replies, and when I look over at Cole, his face is devoid of any color.
It seems the Russians really fucked up big time.
This is war now.