My dick twitches inside him as I tip my head back with a groan. “Jesus, Cole,” I moan, spreading him wider with my hands on his knees, wishing I had switched on the overhead light so I could see my dick buried deep in his ass. “You’re killing me.”
I pull out to the tip, and then sink back inside him—the feeling is exquisite. Collapsing forward, I capture his lips and wrap my fingers around his throat. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?” I breathe into the kiss before delving my tongue into his mouth and tasting his choppy breaths. I kiss him deeper. Cole’s fingers are everywhere—on my back, threaded through my hair, and squeezing my ass. We’re a tangle of sweaty limbs. He groans into the kiss and pulls on the hair at my nape.
“Cole…” I break away to catch my breath. “I can’t…” I swallow, kissing him roughly before trailing my lips across his defined jaw and whispering in his ear, “I’m gonna fuck you hard now.”
Before he has a chance to reply, I dig my fingers into his neck and sink my teeth into his bottom lip, assaulting the kiss-swollen flesh by pulling it away from his teeth and biting down until coppery blood rushes to the surface. Cole grunts and tries to pull away, so I grip his jaw to keep him in place while I feast on his mouth.
When I slide out to the crown, only to drive in hard, he claws his short nails down my back and palms my ass. I make true to my promise to fuck him senseless. The headboard knocksagainst the wall with my next thrust. It’s reckless, the thrill of knowing my dad is downstairs while I’m balls deep in his wife’s son. But I can’t stop myself from doing it again. Especially when Cole lets out such a loud groan that I’m forced to clamp my hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. Fuck me, we’ll get caught if I don’t calm myself the fuck down.
“You need to be quiet,” I instruct, and Cole tries to shake my hand off his mouth. Instead of easing my grip, I tighten it to lock him in place. “Touch your dick. Make yourself come.”
Cole’s nostrils flare as his hand disappears between our bodies, and I feel him stroke his dick.
“Good boy,” I praise, slowing my thrusts. “You feel so damn good… So tight. You drive me insane.”
He makes a strangled noise beneath my palm. I’m on the edge—a thin layer of sweat beading on my back from the pressure of holding back. “I need to come inside you.”
Cole, the fucking asshole, sinks his teeth into my palm, and I rip my hand away with a hiss. My palm throbs painfully in the aftermath as I shake out my hand. I don’t have to turn on the lights to know I’m bleeding.
I grip his stubbly chin with a snarl, smearing his skin with blood, and bite his lip hard enough to cause him to flinch. He must like pain because, in the next second, cum erupts from his cock.
“That’s it,” I coax, feeling it soak through my T-shirt. “Come all over me, big brother. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Seeing him fall apart tips me over the edge, and my own thrusts become erratic. My hips roll into him again as my balls draw up tight. I lock my jaw and push up onto my hands as every muscle tenses in my body just before my dick pulses inside him. Cole rears up on his elbows to dip his fingers beneath my T-shirt and tease my contracting abs—the dark happy trail. I’m still shuddering through my orgasm, my cock emptying inside him.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come,” he says, trailing his hand higher to pinch and roll my nipples. “But you better stop calling me your big brother, especially while inside me.”
My chin meets my chest, and I chuckle. I’m too exhausted to hold myself up, so I collapse on top of him and bury my face in his neck, where his pulse thrums like the wings of a hummingbird. Even now, coated in sweat and cum, he smells delicious. As he strokes his fingers through my damp hair, a sense of contentment washes over me. My dick is slowly softening inside him, but I make no move to shift my weight off him. If I had my way, I’d stay wrapped up in him forever.
“I should have punched the smug look off your face the first time I saw you,” he whispers into the darkness, making me laugh.
I lift my head from his damp neck. “Yeah, you should have.”
“It’s not too late to do it now.”
“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” I tease and kiss him softly before rolling off him and stripping out of my clothes. There is no chance in hell I am sleeping in my jeans.
After plugging in my phone to charge on the nightstand and ignoring a text message from Jackson, in which he threatens to take revenge, I roll back over, pull Cole close, and do something I’ve never done—not even with Mia.
I fall asleep cuddling someone.
Blaise is showering when I wake up in my bed, no clothes on, a cloth on the ground beside me where he must’ve cleaned me up after I painted myself with my own cum.
I’m not as sore this morning as I was the first time we fucked. My thighs are a little tender from the way he was grabbing them, but other than that, I just feel…empty. I’ve been waking up on my own for years, but now, I have someone to wake up to, and I need Blaise to come back to bed already.
His phone buzzes on the bedside table, and I yawn and close my eyes again, pulling the throw back over my naked body.
I hate lying around too. I’m usually waking up and getting to my feet and hurrying with my morning. What the fuck am I doing?
My own phone buzzes, and I glance over to see Jackson is calling me. I roll my eyes and hang up, but he starts calling again instantly. I ignore it a second time, and a message comes through.
Jackson: This is important. Answer, and you’ll never need to hear from me again.
Right away, he rings again, and I flatten my lips, glancing at the door, knowing Blaise is still showering in our adjoining bathroom.
I answer and stay silent.
After a second, Jackson chuckles. “Right. No ‘hello’ or ‘good morning.’ Just straight to it?”
