Page 21 of Dark Passion
“I intend to, because you’re mine. You belong to no one but me,” he said, flicking his hips forward and then pulling out with a stiff hard cock dripping in precum, and pushing in and driving deeper into me, teasing my prostate, but not causing me to cum. “Tell me you’re mine—” he demanded, “—and no one, not even someone like Julian can take you from me.”
Oh shit. Where did that come from, I thought. When Cole returned to me, we were tested because we didn’t want anything to interfere with being and loving each other in the way we imagined for the both of us. It had to be the freedom fromnotusing condoms that provided the pleasure we sought. The freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies that brought us closer than before.
“I’m yours...” I panted. “...and no one can come between us or take me from you.” He pulled me down on all fours with me going willingly, his dick lodged tightly in my ring of muscle, my hole pulsating as my cock grew harder, and I was ready. But my greedy need wouldn’t give in to my orgasm and therefore, I held it back.
He leaned over my back, and kissed it, then he bit my arms along the muscles, then straightened up to open my ass, where along with his length lodged perfectly in my ass, he inserted a finger.
“I’m opening you up because I have plans for this perfect hard ass. I can do with it what I want because it’s mine. All mine.” I wasn’t aware before now, Cole could be so assertive.
“You’re making me harder than I’ve ever been the way you talk. Demanding and self-assured.” I stroked my cock down to its base and up and I repeated it when he smacked my ass with one hand. I moaned with pleasure. “Do that again.” I asked, and he delivered more than once until I felt cum pooling in my fist.
Was he angling for me to confess something about Julian? Did Cole know something and was waiting for me to tell him? I knew I had to come clean with him soon.
My thoughts cleared and I began to feel my orgasm peaking and my body taking the pain of his hard cock and hard hand. I’d craved this from the beginning, but before I had a chance to tell Cole what I’d desired most, he was gone.
“I wish we’d had some sessions in our play room,” I said.
“Me too,” Cole added as his hard breathing slowed when he pulled out his finger and with one hard push and a hard slap on my ass, he drove his hips forward, and my cum flowed out of me, and on to my silk rug. I had no idea what it was good for until I had to spend that time with Cole on my knees in the living area.
When I collapsed, Cole fell on top of me, his cock still jammed in my hole, still hard as a rock. “Where do you get the energy and stamina?” I asked, laughing with sweat and cum covering my body.
“Youth has its advantages if you use it in the right way, and with the right person.” I felt the warmth of his kisses on my neck.
“Do you think we can shower now?” I asked.
“I think the civilized world requires it,” he said. I stood after Cole rolled to the side and stood over me, and offered help with an extended hand. We faced each with hard wet cocks touching each other. We kissed and laughed on our way to the bedroom for a bath.
Before I reached the bedroom, Cole behind me, he’d picked up the envelopes. He looked at me. “One is addressed to me,” he said, meeting my eyes. For the first time I couldn’t read his eyes or his intentions.
“Don’t open it until I explain,” I said, with all the panic of a man condemned to die for a crime he didn’t commit.
“What is there to explain?” He tore the envelope open, and pulled out the pictures I’d dreaded. There wasn’t an expression that I knew from Cole. He wasn’t upset, horrified, or any of the generic emotions with a man who’d seen a salacious picture of the person he loved. He stared as if examining the photo, then held it up to my face. “Is this real?”
“I can explain.”
“I didn’t ask you to explain, Daniel. Is it real?”
“It could be fake. You know how easy it is to photoshop.” I had to say something. I needed time to explain what had happened, and it appeared I wasn’t getting the time I needed to lie or clarify.
What the fuck did I need time to explain? They said a picture was worth a thousand words, and with me lying on my stomach completely naked, and Julian nude sitting with his back against the headboard, his legs wide, and this sexy look in his eyes, and a satisfied glow to his face as he held his half empty cock in his hand dripping with cum, what was there left to clarify?
It was all in color, and if you believed the pictures, in a court of law it was first-hand information, and the primary source would be pictures.
“Then what is there to explain? Tell me it’s not you and the matter is over,” Cole said. Was it going to be that easy? Nothing in my life had been easy.
“It’s hard, because I don’t remember any of this.”
Cole stared and his brow furrowed.I gave myself away with that answer,I thought. How could I get caught in something like this, when all I wanted to do was help my boyfriend out?
I could tell Cole I saw Julian because of his threats against him, but Cole might want to confront Julian, and knowing Julian as I did, he would give a history on me that I thought was buried, but like all things in shallow graves, the bodies would soon come back to haunt you, especially if there was a hurricane and this was close to a hurricane as I could get.
But when you’re in a thunderstorm, what’s a few more raindrops?I made up my mind then to confess. Tell him everything I remembered, and the life I’d led with Julian, and hope he could forgive me.
Still studying the pictures for what I didn’t know why, Cole said, “It said in this note that this is you in the bed lying next to Julian with your head in his balls, and he had just pulled his cock out of your mouth. I could have done without the caption of course. It appears to be self-evident what transpired.”
“But it’s a long story.” Cole sat on the bed and turned to me, perhaps waiting for an explanation.
“I want to hear it.” He slanted his head to the side when he glared up at me.
