“What are you doing, Blaise?” he asks, his eyes growing wide.
Guiding the blade to my collarbone, I drag my tongue across my bottom lip as we drown in each other. “I will always bleed for you.”
His fingers tremble on the handle, but he makes no move to hurt me, and suddenly, I’ve never wished for anything more. When he looks up at me, his throat jumps. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Cut me.”
I expect him to fight me or to say he doesn’t want to hurt me, but instead, he looks into my eyes, speaking a thousand soundless words while dragging the knife down my chest. A sharp sting has me sucking in a breath.
“Fuck,” he breathes and pushes up on his elbows. Blood rushes to the surface, stark red against my pale skin. Dragging a thumb through a trickle of crimson, I trace his bottom lip. He sucks it into his mouth. “Do you have any idea of how fucking perfect you are?” I ask, and he forces me back as he sits up and trails his tongue through the blood. His eyes find mine, his mouth and chin smeared with red. I’ve never seen him this…undone before. I almost come in my fucking pants at the need in his heated look. How can I ever deny him anything?
Still, I like to play with my prize. Grabbing his stubbly jaw, I nip at his bottom lip. “Admit that you were jealous earlier.”
A sharp sting in my abdomen has a smile pulling at my mouth. Cole is brave, digging the blade into my stomach. “One wrong move on my end, and you’ll gut me. Maybe that’s what you want?” I ask, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “Does the thought turn you on?”
“Are you always this fucking crazy?” he snips.
Chuckling, I reach into his boxers. “Forgive me, but I’m not the one with a knife in my hand.” My fingers curl around his hard shaft, feeling it throb. “I’ll make you come if you admit that you were jealous.”
“I wasn’t fucking jealous,” he sneers, but the tremble in his voice gives him away.
“No? So you don’t mind if I hang out with Jackson again?” It’s the wrong thing to say, or the right thing, depending on how you look at it. I quite like violence, so when Cole tosses the knife aside and tackles me to the bed, my fucking toes curl. Reaching for the knife, he rests it against my throat while yanking my belt open. “Say his name one more fucking time. I dare you!”
My lips spread into a wide smile. “Oh, I like a challenge.”
He snarls, digging the knife into my throat. Blinded by fury, he frees my cock and strokes my length until I’m squirming beneath all that pent-up anger.
“I want to fuck you,” I say, wringing the sheets, my cock growing even harder in his firm grip. “Dammit, I want to fuck you so badly.”
“Yeah?” he mocks, forgetting the knife at my throat, and I wince when he cuts me. “Fuck,” he says, rearing back. “Did I hurt you?”
“Shut up.” I fist his hair and pull him to my lips. The knife falls to the floor with a loud clatter, and then it’s just us and our wildfire desire burning through our souls while we claw at eachother’s clothes. Somehow, in the commotion, Cole knocks the lamp to the floor, and we break into laughter. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, pausing with my fingers in his hair as he hovers above me.
“Can dudes be called beautiful?”
“I don’t fucking care.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “You’re perfect in every fucking way…and your smile. It lights up the room. I only see you.”
Cole stares at me for a beat before silencing the words on my tongue with another heated kiss. But this one is different. The anger is gone. His touches are softer, but if anything, they hurt more. Every stroke of his calloused fingers burns like a cut of his blade, and I love it.
I love him.
Pausing, I breathe heavily. Cole’s weight on top of me, his parted lips, and the way his hair falls over his brow have my heart rate accelerating. I can’t think about anything except how badly I want to make him feel good, to make him fall apart at my touch. I roll us over until I’m on top and stroke his hair away from his forehead. His cock rests against his stomach, hard and leaking precum. “I won’t fuck you yet.”
I see the question he wants to ask as his brow furrows. “You’re not ready,” I whisper instead, knowing Cole is still wrestling with himself on a deeper level, and until he begs me to, I won’t cross that line. Holding his gaze, I kiss a line down his body, my lips grazing his contracting abs. I dip my tongue into his belly button. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say and stroke his dick in a long, slow pull. “Don’t look away.”
His throat jumps. “I won’t.”
“Good boy,” I tease, and his eyes narrow. I swirl my tongue over a bulging vein before he can complain. He sucks in a breath, and I decide there and then that it’s the best sound in the entireworld. “You trusted me earlier when I barged in here with a knife. Do you trust me now, Cole?”
The question might seem crazy, but this is us, baring ourselves wholly after sparring back and forth for weeks—months, even. What I’m asking him is more profound than I could ever voice, and I know he feels it, too, when he strokes his fingers through my hair. “I trust you.”
My smile rivals his before I take him in my mouth. His cock jumps, and he pulls my hair to the point of pain. I suck him deep, bobbing in time with my thrashing heart. As I reach up to palm his balls, my phone rings in my pocket—it’s my dad’s ringtone. Maybe I should feel bad for sucking off his wife’s son, but every-fucking-thing about this moment feels right. I’m too drunk on Cole’s moans and groans to even contemplate how this could tear our family apart. I reach up and drag my fingers over his abs, feeling the muscles shift and bunch beneath my touch. He shivers and throws his head back. I love the veins in his elongating neck and how he traps his lip between his teeth. “Blaise…Jesus…” he groans.
I release him with a pop. “Jesus? No, he can’t make you feel this way.” Releasing his balls, I spit on my fingers before reaching down to circle his tight exit. More precum leaks from his dick. Licking him from root to tip, I swirl my tongue through the beads, tasting his saltiness. “You’re an addiction.”
“Do you always talk this much?” he pants, and I chuckle before shifting onto my knees and pulling him to his. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I press my forehead to his and palm his big cock. A hiss escapes me when his warm hand closes around my length, and we stare at each other’s mouths while stroking each other’s dicks.
Cole wets his lips and frowns like he’s in pain. I pick up the pace, my chest heaving with shuddering breaths. “It feels so damn good,” he whispers.
My fingers slide into the damp hair at his nape, and he mirrors the movement. Fisting the strands tight, I smile. “Good. I want us to come together.”
