Chapter 16 Tristan #2
I caught his jaw between my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Hey. There’s no script here. No expectations.” I brushed my thumb over his cheekbone. “Just us figuring it out together.”
The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. “Together,” he repeated, like he was testing out the word. Then, he repeated it again, and this time, it sounded like a promise.
I fell back onto his expensive sheets and let a lazy smile spread across my face as I stretched out on his bed. I took my time with it, arching my back and extending my arms above my head, putting on a deliberate show of the muscles rippling under my skin.
Cole’s eyes darkened as they tracked every movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
The weight of his gaze felt like a physical touch, hot and demanding, as it traced over the cut of my abs, the V of my hips, the thickness of my thighs.
His fingers twitched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach out and claim what I was offering.
The power of holding his attention, of making the great Cole Carter speechless with want, sent a thrill through me. I’d seen that look on his face before when he watched Eva submit, when he issued commands and she obeyed. But this was different. This time, that hungry gaze was all for me.
My cock twitched, and he grinned before sliding onto the bed beside me and running his hand down my chest, wrapping his fingers around me.
I moaned.
“You like that,” he murmured, amazement in his voice.
“Fuck yes, I do,” I gasped, throwing my head back and luxuriating in the feeling of Cole’s fingers on my cock.
He spit on us, where his hand met my skin, then did it again before moving up to smear the precum leaking out of me until his hand could pump smoothly over my pierced cock.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” I moaned. “Feels so good.” I sank into the covers of his bed as he moved his hand up and down with frustrating slowness. “More,” I commanded, but he didn’t change his rhythm.
I fought the urge to buck my hips, to force myself up into his hand and reveal how close I was to losing control. “Don’t fucking tease me,” I growled eventually. “I’m not Eva.”
“No?” He raised a mocking eyebrow.
In response, I rolled over him, held up with my hands by his ears. “No,” I snapped then rolled my hips, sliding my cock against his.
He moaned then melted back into the bed, letting me press our bodies together. He wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck, dragging my lips over his. “I need you,” he said softly. “I don’t know shit about anything else right now, but I know I need you.”
He slid one hand between us, and I rolled us to our sides, reaching my hand to wrap around his cock. We stared into each other’s eyes, until I couldn’t hold back my laughter and rolled onto my back. “We’re idiots, you know that?”
Cole snorted but didn’t stop the slow pump of his hand around me. “Do you want flowers and sweet nothings in your ear? Romance?”
“I want you,” I said.
“Fucked up, broken me,” he murmured before crawling down to kneel between my thighs.
I shrugged then reached for him again. “Fucked up me, too.”
He smacked my stomach. “You’re not fucked up. You’re the best of all of us.”
I would have disagreed, but the hot, wet feel of his mouth around me sent every thought I’d ever had flying from my head.
“Cole, baby,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his blond hair, careful not to apply any pressure at all, letting him explore me with his tongue. Fuck, that magic tongue. He worked his way up and down me, tasting, kissing, sucking, then swiped his tongue over the tip of my cock.
“Fuck yes,” he said as he lapped up my precum.
“Cole,” I moaned helplessly, my hips twitching with the effort to sit still.
He took me between his lips again and then took me all the way down.
My hips rose off the bed, unable to control myself.
Oh fuck, his mouth. His eyes shot to mine, that strange vulnerability in them again, and I realized what he needed.
Cole might act untouchable, but he needed reassurance as much as any of us.
“Yes, baby, oh fuck, it feels so good, don’t stop, please,” I babbled, trying to keep it together enough to praise him. God, was I his first blowjob? What a fucking gift.
He took me deep then raised his head, then did it again, fisting me as he fucked me with his mouth.
“Cole,” I cried out, my voice ragged, losing control of my hips. I thrust up to meet him, and he pulled away, a soft laugh on his lips.
“Touch yourself,” I rasped. “Fuck your other hand, baby. Let me see you.”
To my surprise, Cole did exactly as I asked, taking his cock in his hand as he sucked on me, his rhythm stuttering as he figured it out.
The trust in that simple act hit me hard.
How many people got to see Cole Carter like this—vulnerable, eager for instruction?
The weight of that trust terrified me. I’d already failed Eva. I couldn’t bear to fail him too.
His ragged moan brought me back to the present.
“So hot,” I gasped. “Fuck, Cole, you look so good like that, with your mouth on my cock and your hand on yours. Made for me, baby. So good.” Nonsense poured out of my mouth as pleasure coursed through me.
God, it felt like heaven. “I’m going to—I’m gonna—” I tried to jerk away from him, but he held me in place, increasing his efforts until I couldn’t hold back anymore, bliss coursing through me as I came in his mouth.
He never let up the suction as my cum leaked out of his mouth and down my cock. So fucking hot.
“Cole,” I moaned as my movements slowed.
When he finally released my cock, he cleaned me up, and God, every swipe of his tongue against my skin was overstimulating heaven.
He held my eyes as I lay there, blissed out and relaxed, and moved to his knees between mine, pumping his fist up and down his own cock. “Come for me, baby,” I demanded.
He threw his head back, exposing the angle of his throat, every muscle in his body taut as he fucked his fist until he exploded all over my stomach, painting me with thick ropes of his cum.
“Fuck,” he grunted, dropping beside me on the bed.
“Right? Goddamn, Cole.”
“Call me baby again,” he murmured. “I like that.”
“All right, baby,” I said, nudging my arm under his head and dragging him against me until he didn’t have a choice but to rest his head on my shoulder.
We lay like that for long moments, breathing hard, his fingers tracing over the coils of hair on my chest, my own scratching at his scalp.
The sheets were cool and crisp against my sweat-dampened skin. Cole’s breath ghosted across my collarbone in a steady rhythm, his solid weight half-sprawled across my chest grounding me.
“I’m going to give you an utterly ridiculous nickname,” he said as he dragged his fingers over my skin in slow, seductive swirls. “Something to do with that Jacob’s Ladder you’ve got.”
I laughed. “Or you could just call me Tristan, like you have since the day we met.”
He gripped my chin, so I had to meet his eyes. “This doesn’t change our friendship.”
Wrong. This changed fucking everything. I kissed his forehead. “Only if you clean up your mess.”
Cole scoffed but rolled out of the bed. I admired the hard curve of his ass as he walked, delighted I didn’t have to perv on him anymore. I could just like his fine ass.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he said over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.
A moment later, he exited with a wet towel in hand. With a gentleness I’d only seen him exert with Eva, he wiped his release off me then threw the towel on the ground.
“Stay,” Cole said as I shifted, the word coming out more like a question than a command. Then, quieter, “Please.” He waited a beat. “Don’t let me fuck this up.”
I didn’t know what to make of Cole’s uncertainty, so unlike the confident center who’d blown into my life like a goddamned hurricane, arranging it to suit him, and he didn’t think I wanted him to keep doing it?
I remembered all the times he’d told me about his father’s coldness, about learning early that people only stayed if you gave them something they wanted. I stretched, once again enjoying the heat of his gaze. “You’re mine as much as Eva was,” I said.
“Looking forward to your unreasonable obsession,” he muttered, and unexpected relief swept through me as he sounded more like his grumpy, confident self. “Now get under the fucking sheets like an adult.”
He gathered me in his arms and promptly went to sleep, leaving me to wonder whether this was going to blow up in my face even worse than fucking Eva had.
In the darkness, I traced patterns on his skin, remembering Eva’s softness, so different from Cole’s hard planes.
Through the walls, I could hear the noise as our teammates returned home, their laughter and voices a reminder of everything we’d already lost. But as Cole’s breathing deepened and his arm tightened around me, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
I was greedy enough to want them both, even if I didn’t deserve either.