42. Sal
Forty Two
Sal
The night at the gala blew me away. Stepping into my old life didn’t fill my chest with dread as I expected. It was comfortable, and kind of refreshing. I was able to be openly gay and not only was I confident, but I was supported by every single individual in that room.
I’m no idiot, it won’t always be this way. However, I’m riding high. And despite my reluctance to touch Cole the way he says he wants, I’m gonna give it a go. Without hurting him, of course.
Cole sits on the couch with his legs spread, still dressed from head to toe in his gala wear. As much as I wish to tear the clothes from him, I want him to sober up a bit. And Jesus he looks so damn good in that tux.
“What?” he asks almost shyly, biting his bottom lip.
Commanding myself to keep it together, I sit beside him and push the glass of ice water toward him.
“Fine,” he grumbles, taking another long drink.
“Keep sipping.”
He rolls his eyes. It sparks something in my stomach.
In a swift motion, I drop to my knees and spread his legs. He watches with large, curious eyes.
Part of the thrill is not knowing what I’m going to do to him either. The fun is in the discovery of surprising him and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. And moaning. His moaning sets my body on fire.
Refocusing on what I’m doing, I grip both of his knees and gently knead him as I bow my head and start kissing his dick.
Quickly it goes from limp to a semi.
Parting my lips, I roll the tip of my tongue around the head of his dick.
An audible sigh leaves him.
Moving my lips around the head, I start to suck, then stop and resume making out with the outline of his dick.
“That feels so good,” he says, out of breath.
“Imagine how good it would feel if it was actually in my mouth..”
“Okay,” he says, rotating his hips.
Sitting up, I lean my chin on his crotch. “Then drink your water.”
Thankfully he’s amused because he laughs, then chugs the drink.
I grab the glass from his hand and put it on the coffee table, then resume kissing his clothed dick.
He sags back into the couch and my hands travel up to his stomach, fingers slipping around the silk vest.
“You look so good all dressed up,” I comment.
His eyes remain closed, as he mumbles, “Yeah, but it’s so uncomfortable.”
“Poor baby didn’t get to wear joggers to a fancy function, huh?”
Cole snickers, shaking his head at me, eyes still closed.
“You’re stupid,” he adds.
I love how at ease he is. He trusts me. I don’t want to completely demolish that. Though I want him to know who’s in charge tonight.
Gripping his dick hard, he startles upright, blinking at me with wide eyes.
“Talk like that again..” I warn.
“And what?”
Easing my grip slightly, I sit up and lean in so we’re nose to nose. “You’ll regret talking back to me.”
A chill rips through him and his hips buck. The way his breathing shifts from steady to rakish eggs me on to lick his bottom lip, then release his dick and grab a handful of hair.
A small grunt leaves him. “Too hard?” I ask, fingers releasing his now ruffled hair.
“No.”
Pulling his hair back, I expose his neck to me and dive in. First my lip crawls across his skin before letting my tongue trace circles from his jaw down to whatever I can with his tux collar.
As carefully as I can manage, I graze my teeth along his bare skin, then suck, hard.
“Ohhhhh,” he moans.
“You like that, baby?”
My free hand massages his right thigh.
“Yeah, baby, more please.”
The desperation in his voice worries me that he might cum in his pants.
“You better not be close to cumming.”
Straightening my torso upright, I press our foreheads together.
“N-no, sir.”
Fuck, he’s sounding so hot and bothered already. .
“Jesus, Cole, keep yourself together or I’m going to have to put you on the porch stripped naked to cool you down.”
His dick digs into my stomach and it makes me laugh, a deep hearty laugh. He would be more turned on by my threat.
The heat and desire to tear into him dies down a little when I look at his ruffled hair and eyes sparkling.
Regret pools in my chest. I should have waited at the gala with him longer and danced with him.
Shifting things to a different pace, I stand up and find his speaker.
I chuckle at his protesting whine. Impatient little shit, I think in an endearing way.
Once the slower paced bachata is going, I yank him to his feet. He’s pretty limp in my arms but he doesn’t pitch a fit like I thought he might.
After the first song, he’s a little more comfortable in my arms, and I risk looking down into his eyes.
“This is nice,” he says.
I nod, relieved he’s okay with dancing in the living room rather than getting hot and heavy.
An apology is ready to launch from my lips. Somehow I find myself constantly trying to apologize, despite telling him to never say sorry.
He stops the bubble ready to burst from me, by saying, “The gala was amazing. This is even better.”
Here I thought he’d loved being paraded around. Cole has been openly gay since college, not that it was easy. But he deserves to be out and open.
“All I’ve ever wanted in my life is someone who cares about me, not just the fact that I satisfy them sexually.”
Ah. I’m an idiot.
He looks up at me with a glimmer in his eyes, it makes my head dizzy.
The wide smile he wears sparks fire in my chest with an all encompassing warmth.
Words escape me for a moment and all I can do is smile at him.
Cole hangs his head to the side and his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink.
We swing to the steady beat and I continue to lead the way. While he’s dazzling in this tuxedo, my heart is hammering erratically due to the drunk on love look he’s giving me.
Slowing our pace, our feet stay in one place but I sway our bodies together from side to side. Moving one hand from his waist, I gently grab his chin and tip his head back.
Bending down, I graze my lips against his, but instead of kissing him, I whisper, “I love you, and I’ll work hard every day to give you what you have always deserved.”
He swallows hard. “I love you too,” he says against my lips.
It tickles and I press our lips together briefly, before dipping him. Cole giggles like crazy, the sound of a gong ringing in my chest, the waves reverberating through my entire body.
Pulling him back up, I hold him close. “Now let’s get you outta this straight jacket, yeah?”
“Finally,” he teases, rolling his eyes.
The sass makes me kiss him hard multiple times over his face and down his neck and he laughs and tries to escape my grip.
Letting him go, he flees to his room and I chase after him. In his room he’s tearing the jacket off and attempting to tug at the bowtie.
“Relax,” I tell him, helping untie it. “Your impatience is gonna be your downfall.”
“I’m only patient when it matters.”
Hmmm. That’s an interesting thought. I don’t have anything to give as a counter argument to show that he’s been nothing but impatient since we’ve been together, however, I have to say being banished from his house for an entire week certainly spoke to his point.
Unless it’s just him being stubborn.
“Besides, I can last a long time with you.”
Now an answer springs quickly to my lips. “Not that you want to.”
Like a child, he sticks his tongue out at me.
I surprise him by swooping in and sucking his tongue, hard.
At first he grunts in shock, then lets me continue and a low rumble starts in his chest.
Releasing his tongue, I keep my hold on his body and push him to the bed where I lower myself on top of him, using my hips to grind into him. The music flows into the room and I move my body to the beat of the sound.
My arms rest above him and my lips explore his cheeks, his neck and after I start unbuttoning his vest and shirt, then his collarbone.
“I don’t go though,” he says breathlessly.
His ridiculousness makes me laugh. “Because I order you around and tell you not to.”
Cole shrugs. “Still counts.”
I shake my head.
“Maybe I need you then, to help keep me in line.”
Words are powerful and what he says does something to me. My dick goes fully erect and strains in my pants, begging to be released.
“I’ll happily keep you in line,” I whisper in his ear before nibbling on it.
His body quivers under mine.
“I think tonight you should lay back and let me take care of you, though.”
All the things I wanted to do to him tonight flash through my mind. My desire to stick to the plan wavers at the thought of watching him use my body however he wishes.
Propping myself up more, I met his gaze. “What do you have in mind?”
“I prefer show over tell.”
His coy smile wins me over.
“Alright.”