Chapter 12
ROLAND
—Breathless by The Corrs
I keep watching as Coker peels off his shirt, then his undershirt, tossing them aside before his fingers move to his belt. His eyes stay locked on mine as he unbuckles it, probably reading every reaction off my face.
I swallow against my dry throat and realise he’s actually expecting an answer. I already decided I want everything he’s offering, and then some, so it should be easy to say it. Yes. Please, fuck me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I should be freaking out.
And I am. Just not in the way a fully straight guy would.
What has me spiralling is how much the thought of Coker’s dick sliding into me turns me on.
The thought alone sends a pulse of arousal through me and my cock twitches in my pants again.
Oh God. I’ve never been this turned on by anyone in my life.
I’ve never wanted sex this desperately before.
I used to go weeks without fucking and barely notice it.
Half the time I forgot masturbating was even an option.
But ever since I started jerking off to filthy, vivid images of me and Austin Coker together, my sex drive has gone completely off the rails.
It’s really impressive I can still focus well enough to catch the shots aimed at me.
My thoughts scatter when Coker steps out of his jeans and I finally see what he’s working with.
His body is all lean lines and smooth muscle; between his thighs he is thick and hard, and straining against his boxers.
If I hadn’t already felt how thick he was last time, I never would have guessed he was packing that much.
The sight of the wet patch spreading across the front of his boxers makes heat rush straight to my groin.
My mouth waters involuntarily, and I feel my head dipping in an eager nod.
“Yes.” I say, but it comes out rough and breathy.
Yes, I’ve been thinking about Copenhagen. I’ve been fantasising about another moment with you.
I half expect him to tease me, or to toss out something smug, but he looks way past witty.
He crosses the space between us in a few quick steps and sinks to his knees in front of me without any hesitation.
His fingers find the drawstring of my shorts and tug it loose, dragging my shorts and briefs down together.
My head spins as cool air hits my skin. A wave of arousal rolls through me, my cock jumping to full attention, and all I can think about is how badly I want his mouth on me.
“Hmmm . . . so huge and thick,” he moans, swiping his tongue over the bead of precum at my slit. I feel so light-headed I have to grab the door handle to steady myself. “It makes me feral that I’m the first man to have you like this.”
A shudder runs through me as his lips close around the tip of my cock, the heat of his mouth is overwhelming.
How am I supposed to survive when he takes all of me?
Like he can read my mind, he sinks lower.
His mouth stretches around more of my length, warm and wet.
My mind blanks out completely, the pull of his lips and the drag of his tongue sends me out of my fucking mind.
My hips jerk forward and I thrust into his mouth with more force than intended.
Coker coughs around me, tears springing to his eyes. The sight clears the fog in my brain. Still gripping the door handle to keep myself steady, I reach down with my free hand and brush away his tears with my thumb.
“I’m sorry.”
He releases my cock with a wet pop and looks up at me, grinning. “Are you kidding me? Give it to me hard. Hit the back of my throat. Don’t worry about hurting me, okay? I can take it.”
I can’t believe he’s real. Every word he says somehow makes me even harder.
When he takes my cock back into his mouth, there is no teasing this time.
He goes straight into it, bobbing his head up and down without any preamble.
I do exactly as he instructed, letting go and thrusting into the warmth of his mouth.
Pleasure shoots up my spine. My grip tightens on the door handle as my hips find a pace, meeting the slick glide of his mouth.
Fuck, he’s good at this. No, ‘good’ is not a strong enough word.
He is incredible. He hollows his cheeks and keeps his teeth out of the way, and my cock slides smoothly against the walls of his mouth.
I can already tell I’m not going to last long.
My head is already spinning, pleasure building faster than I can keep up with, but I’m determined to ride it out for as long as I can.
The room is quiet except for my broken moans and the wet and delicious sounds of my cock moving in and out of his mouth, mixed with the low noises Coker lets out.
The sight of him on his knees for me, my cock disappearing between his lips, makes me come alive.
The fact that my cock is in a man’s mouth, my ex-wife’s best friend for that matter, should throw me off, but it doesn’t.
Instead, it spurs me on, my hips snapping forward as I ride out the pleasure.
As he continues sucking me off, his hand trails from my thighs to my arse and then lower until he’s cupping my balls.
I gasp and lose what little control I have left, hitting the back of his throat twice before my orgasm tears through me, and I unload my cum in his throat with a loud growl.
“Fuuuuck! Holy fuck,” I breathe, my head falling back and bumping against the door.
My legs are trembling so hard that only sheer will is holding me up.
For a few seconds I am floating, boneless and blissed out.
It takes me an embarrassing amount of time to remember I should probably offer to return the favour.
Only when I open my eyes, Coker is still on his knees, watching me with a satisfied grin.
The damp patch on the front of the boxers is now a lot bigger than it was before. Un-fucking-believable.
“You came in your pants?” I ask, even though the evidence is right there.
“I did, indeed,” he says, sounding ridiculously proud. “That’s what you do to me.”
I haul him up from his knees and he folds into me the second he’s on his feet, his forehead pressing into my chest. I rest my chin on his afro and we just stand there.
Having him tucked against me like this feels stupidly right and it brings with it an urge to kiss him.
I want to tilt his chin up and see what his mouth tastes like after me.
But like everything else, I hold back. Even though I want it, I’ll wait until he initiates it.
“We should clean up,” I say, dragging my hand slowly up and down his back.
“I came so hard I can’t walk,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my polo. “You’ll have to carry me.”
I huff out a laugh, still not over the fact that he actually got off like that.
That giving me a blowjob was enough to push him over the edge.
I step out of the shorts and briefs pooled around my legs and scoop him up.
He clings to me easily, wrapping his legs around my waist as I walk us to the bathroom.
“Oof, you smell so good,” he says mid-yawn, his breath warm against my neck.
“Do you always sleep after you come?” I ask, dragging my tongue along the shell of his ear.
He shivers in my arms. “I won’t sleep off after I fuck you.” His teeth graze my neck, and my cock jumps in interest. “Or maybe I’ll sleep off with my dick in your arse.”
Jesus Christ.
“Such a filthy mouth on you.”
“I’m only stating facts.”
I set him down in the bathroom. He peels off his boxers while I tug my shirt over my head, anticipation coursing through my veins already.
Today is the day I get fucked in the arse.
God, I cannot wait.