43. Cole
Forty Three
Cole
I fear I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Sal emanates raw sex and suave. I’m just a loud mouth.
Stripping in front of him, I slowly unbutton my shirt then pull the white tee over head. Then my pants are next and I unbutton them and set out. All the clothes are tossed on the floor carelessly. Next, it’s my boxers, which I slowly let my dick spring free.
Ah, it so badly wants to be the center of attention, and he was going to give it to me. I had to go and open my mouth.
My pity party comes to a halt when I watch his dick twitch in his pants.
Crawling over top of him, I start unbuttoning his pants and tug them down. His dick leaps again as I do it.
“And I’m the impatient one?” I tease giving him a raised brow.
Sal scoffs. I know he’s not actually annoyed because the widest smile grows on his face. I’m a little brat and he still loves me.
That thought nestles in my brain as I shimmy his boxer briefs down and his hard dick stands straight up like the mast of a ship.
Yum.
Okay, I don’t know why I was bitching about being in charge. This is gonna be fun.
Firmly gripping the base of his dick, I lick the head a few times to get it nice and wet. Precum leaks from it and I swallow it as I suck his entire dick in my mouth. Alternating between sucking, and licking, I move my head up and down.
To be sure he’s enjoying it, I glance up at Sal. At first he’s watching me, then he’s sighing and tossing his head back as suck him further to the back of my throat repeatedly, I keep it gentle though.
One hand tangles into my hair to pet my head while the other rests over his eyes.
His arm draped across his face flexes as I work. I can’t stop watching him being affected by me. Veins and muscles continue to flex as I come up and trace my tongue along the tip to the bottom of his dick.
I picture all the things he wants to do to me tonight. Will he let me be in control all night, or will he lose it and need to take over? Push me face first into my bed and go to town?
My ass shakes to the music filtering into the room, and my lips vibrate from being worked so good. Moaning as I take him down my throat, I continue to bob my face back and forth, jamming to the music and in the zone.
“Cole.” Sal’s voice is tight. If he had more to say it’d be fucking breathless, wouldn’t it?
“You close?” I ask, after removing his dick from the back of my throat.
Relieved, he lays his head back.
I won’t be that nice to him.
Fully sucking him again, Sal’s body goes rigid but I only do it once, then rest my head on his thigh.
His breathing goes back to normal but he looks at me with a deep glare.
“You gonna make me pay for that?” I ask, my ass still swaying behind me suggestively.
“Thinking about it,” he mutters.
“If you last that long.”
Sal scoffs and I can’t help but giggle. I’m having way too much fun.
“Do you need another minute, or are you good?” I ask, licking the head of his dick.
Taking a deep breath, he nods.
Is he that close to going? It’s a little funny and fucking hot.
Grabbing the lube at the bedside, I lather his dick then turn around so I can ride him reverse cowboy style.
My breath hitches as I ease myself onto him. Having his dick down my throat was fun but this makes fireworks explode in my brain as I take all of him.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“Sounds like you’re the one in trouble,” he’s quick to say as he grabs both my hips.
Propping myself up with one hand on his thigh, I use the other to swat his hands away. If he has my hips in his hands he’s gonna be sure to control the pace and that’s not what I want. I want full freedom to use him how I need.
Gripping his thigh, hard, I start to ride him, chills spreading across my entire body.
My dick begs for attention between my legs. I ignore it as I continue riding his dick.
Sweat drips down my forehead as I work his dick in and out of my body until it’s comfortable to ride him a little more roughly.
I’m lost in the sensation coursing through my body, until I hear Sal take in a shaky breath behind me.
“You like that, huh baby?” I ask, testing out the name he usually calls me.
An agonized moan leaves him.
“Oh you really like this?” I bounce a little more on him.
“Cole…”
Freezing my body, I hold there, occasionally squeezing my ass around his dick.
“I’m sorry…” he says, sounding so close to the edge. It’s sexy as hell.
“For someone who doesn’t believe in apologizing, you sure do say that to me a lot.”
When I glance back at him, he looks wiped. Poor guy. He seemed so calm and even at ease the entire evening. Now that we’re alone and together, he’s come undone. All because of me. It’s nice to know I have this affect on him.
“Do you need a break?” I ask, bouncing a little.
The exhaustion appears to vanish from his features as he sits up on his elbows.
“Have your fun, then it’s my turn.”
Oh. A chill runs from my spine down to my ass. Guess I gotta do what the boss tells me to do.
That thought makes me snicker.
“What?” He asks, sounding annoyed.
Oh god, I cannot share that thought with him.
“Nothing, baby, you sit back and let me do my thing.”
A new song comes on and I get lost in the song and ride him however my body wants.
Throwing my head back, I relish the prickles across my skin. So lost in the moment, I barely notice when he starts gripping my hips and starts moving me around a little.
Finally giving my dick attention, I grip it slowly, using the precum leaking to stroke myself.
His hips begin jerking rapidly under me and I stroke myself faster, and I’m cumming into my hand and shooting over our thighs.
Our bodies still and we sit there for a moment catching our breath. My dick goes soft in my hand and I ease off his limp dick to go clean up.
I guess that’s it for tonight. My head is clear and a wave of contentment washes through my body.
“Don’t take too long,” Sal orders.
We lock gazes and he gives me a grin that suggests he wants more.
One glance at his hardening dick has my eyes bugging from my head.
“I told you, I want to get you as close as I can to saying that word.”
Gulping, my ass twitches. What we just did was a puddle compared to the ocean we’re going to jump into next, isn’t it?
Scampering to the bathroom, I clean up and look at myself in the mirror.
Compared to Sal, I’m small. Almost 5’9 and scrappy. Will I survive what he’s about to put me through
Washing my face, I run a hand through my messed up hair. It was slicked to the side tonight, not that it would show now.
Taking a deep breath in and out, I try to prepare myself for the rest of the night. We’ve had amazing sex since we’ve met, and his romancing me has deepened our connection. Can it get even better?
An eager smile creeps onto my face and I know the rest of the night is gonna ruin me, in the best way of course.