24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Cole grasps my dick, squeezing.
A choked sound leaves me, my hands clenching to fists.
“Cole—”
He buries his face in my neck, dragging his nose up my throat and nips at my jaw.
“Just this last time and then we’re done,” he says quietly. He licks along my throat. “Okay?”
No. No, this is so bad. The more we do this, the harder it is to stop.
But… just one more. That’s what he said. One more time and we’re done.
“Okay,” I choke out.
“This way it’s fair.”
“Fair,” I whisper as he strokes my dick.
He groans a satisfied sound when my hips move into his hand.
“I love how responsive you are. How unashamed you are to feel good.”
I wouldn’t say that. I’m uncomfortable as hell right now. It just feels too good to worry about.
“Thank you?”
He chuckles. His other hand slides up my chest, pinching my nipple before settling at my throat, then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Slow but firm, and so damn sexy. I moan into his mouth, and he strokes me faster. I’m not going to last long. I didn’t come last night, and I was already worked up like crazy. I was surprised I didn’t wake up with a load in my pants.
I really need to jerk off more.
I whimper when Cole pulls away. He drops to his knees in front of me and I gasp when he takes me into his mouth, sucking and licking at the tip while massaging my balls. And holy shit, that feels so good.
“Fuck, Cole—That feels too good.”
I grip the edge of the counter, my head falling back on my shoulders. My body is on fire, Cole doing all the right things at exactly the right time.
Don’t remember the last time I had a mouth around my dick. I forgot how good it feels, and focus on not coming because I don’t want this to stop. But the way he’s giving so much attention to the head of my dick is making it really difficult. Every stroke of his tongue is perfect, every touch of his hand is perfect. He knows exactly what to do.
He takes over with his hand, nipping at my waist. I whimper, thrusting into his hand.
“You need to come, Bryson.”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He licks the slit of my cock, and I hiss.
“Be a good boy and do that for me. Show me how much you like my mouth. Let me make you feel good.”
Before I can say anything, his mouth is on me again.
He wants me to come. Doesn’t care he’s been down there barely two minutes. So I give in because I want it. Because I want to please him. Because maybe he needs this too. Maybe he needs to know that he can make me feel good, the same way I want to know I make him feel good. So I relax my body and give in, allowing the orgasm to crash over me. Cole groans as I fill his mouth with my cum and sucks every drop out of me.
He gets to his feet and steps back to lean against the wall. He makes a show of wiping his mouth with his thumb, panting as he watches me. I’m panting too, my head dizzy from the orgasm.
My gaze dips to his crotch, and I groan when I see how hard he is.
Hard from sucking me off. From making me come. Something about that is so sexy. He likes getting me off? Likes making me feel good? The same way I do?
He shouldn’t. None of this should be happening.
“Cole—”
He doesn’t say anything, just holds my gaze. I have no idea what is going through his head. I can’t tell. He looks as blissed out as I feel, but that isn’t the case because he’s hard and aching.
With his eyes burning into mine, he runs his hand along his stomach, up to his chest before bringing it back down and slipping his hand underneath. He drags his shirt up, and I can’t help but look. He’s so fit, so fucking sexy.
“You like the way I look?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe out, watching his hand that’s moving further up his toned stomach. Once his shirt is up, he tugs it off and drops it to the floor, sliding his hands back down his torso and settling on his jeans to undo the button and zipper. My heart pounds harder. He shoves his pants down just enough to show me his leaking cock.
“I thought—” I stop suddenly, wanting to say I thought we were keeping things fair. And if I get him off again, it won’t be fair. Which will be another excuse for him to come back to me. But we can’t do this. Didn’t we say that? Didn’t we just agree it would be better for us to not do this? Why can’t we stop?
He strokes his dick slowly, his head resting back against the wall. “Just watch,” he rasps out.
“You want me to watch?” my words are barely above a whisper.
He brings his hand to his mouth and spits in it, then spreads his saliva around his dick to stroke faster. I’m already hard again.
The way Cole looks right now? I don’t think he’s ever looked better. Still dirty from work. Shirtless. Tight, ripped jeans. Aching cock. The desperate look on his face.
This man is sinfully beautiful.
“To keep it fair,” he says huskily.
I can’t help myself from running my gaze over his body and nodding. The way his arms flex as he strokes the full length of himself. The way his eyes are half closed, blazing with heat. His lips part and his breathing grows heavy.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to. If this house was on fire, I couldn’t turn away. I’m fixated. Mesmerized. Absolutely entranced by this man.
Watching him is hell. It’s torture. Right now, and for future me when I’m lying in bed alone recalling it. This is another thing about Cole I will never forget. This moment right here, as he gets himself off.
I want to touch him. Want to take over, either with my hand or my mouth. Whatever he wants. But he said to watch. So I watch.
“Fuck,” he mutters, holding my gaze. I watch in awe as he works himself over, every inch of my body on fire as I watch Cole Harper get himself off.
It’s all so much. The emotion. The need. The image. I close my eyes and take a breath.
“Watch me,” he barks. I flick my eyes open, my hands tightening on the sink. “I want you to watch me come.”
I really want to watch that too.
“You’re hard again,” he says smugly.
I can’t find words. Can’t acknowledge how I’m feeling because I’m so taken by the man in front of me. Getting off for me. To me.
To. Me.
How is this man interested in me at all?
“I am,” I finally mutter, darting my tongue out to lick my lips. They’re dry, but I’m salivating. The thought of getting on my knees for him again has me drooling. I like pleasing this man. Like making him proud of me, even if it’s only by sucking his dick. It’s something I do right, and I do it well. Well enough that he calls me a good boy.
I like when he calls me a good boy.
I like any praise from him.
“Come here,” he rasps out.
“Wh-what?”
“Come. Here,” he grits out and I step forward until he says, “Stop.” There’s less than a foot of space between us. Inches. “Hold your dick, Bryson.” I grab it, not sure what he wants me to do, but I don’t make him say it again. “Closer.” I step closer until the tips of our dicks are almost touching. “I’m going to come all over your cock, and you’re going to jerk off with it.”
Fucking what now?
“I am?”
“Fuck yes you are.” He’s panting, teeth clenched. “Get ready, baby.” He groans low and long, and my wide eyes are on his cock as he comes, flooding all over my dick. I throb in my hand, his cum hot and sticky.
“Do it,” he says, leaning against the wall as he catches his breath. “I want to see you come again.”
I don’t hesitate. I rub his come all over my dick and work it over fast. The only time I’ve ever come twice so closely together was with Cole. The time in the hotel in Astoria—and now. Because I am going to come again. And soon. He tucks his dick back in, zips and buttons his pants. He flicks his thumb along my nipple. I bite down on my lip, loving that he remembers how much I like that.
He plays with my nipple, pinching and tugging, which has me so fucking close. And when his other hand grasps the back of my neck and he pulls me in to kiss him, I’m a goner. I whimper into his mouth. Cole grasps the head of my cock, and I spill my cum into his hand. I’m so fucking dizzy, my body trembling. He bites my bottom lip before pulling away and looks down between us. I do the same, and something about seeing my cum in his cupped hand… It makes me feral. I’m overcome by this strange sense of possessiveness and need. It’s overwhelming. A little scary.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
My eyes dart to his. They’re so dark right now.
I open my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I do, still panting. Eyes still on his.
He slides his hand along my tongue, wiping all of my cum on it. Some drips down, some slides down my throat, but I stay like this because he hasn’t told me to do anything else. His gaze dips to my mouth, his pupils blowing wide. Cole grasps my chin harshly, moving so close our noses are touching.
“Now swallow it,” he growls in a low whisper.
I close my mouth and swallow.
“Show me,” he says.
I open my mouth to show him I swallowed it all. Like he told me.
He curses low under his breath, his jaw clenched. His eyes fall shut, and he rests his forehead against mine.
“Fuck, Bryson. What the hell are you doing to me?”
Whatever it is? You’re doing it to me too.