Page 107 of Devilry

Heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. We grunt and moan, the air too thick for anything more. Relentless, he moves in and out, every emotion of the last two days wasting away between us.

“Harder,” I call out, wanting to feel it all.

“Any harder, and I’ll fucking break you.”

“Harder,” I say again. “I need it, Cole. Please.”

He pounds into me with brutal force, and I let it all consume me. Feeling the hurt, the anger, and the bittersweet gifts the world gives you. The disbelief I would meet this man, and be threatened to lose him every step of the way.

Every stroke becomes our own version of an apology. A sacrifice. A promise.

My body begins to tremble as pre-come drips all over my hands.

In tune with every one of my tells, Cole and his strength push us closer to the edge. “Come on, baby. Come for me. Show me what my sweet boy can do.”

His coaxing and endearments are the perfect antidote to his unforgiving thrusts. Hard and soft. The two sides of this beautiful man.Myman.

Cole’s final growl, and the possessive thought are all I need.

My orgasm obliterates me. In a fog of exhaustion and satisfaction, I sink into the mattress, Cole’s heavy body following.

He lays on top of me, his dick still twitching inside me.

“Let’s just stay here,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Never leave. Just like this.”

Soft lips meet my neck.

“Just.” Kiss. “Like.” Kiss. “This.”

* * *

Clean bed.Clean bodies. Cole and I lay naked, twisted up in each other’s arms, too wrung out to move.

“I hate to sound entitled--” I say, my head resting on Cole’s chest.

“You out of all people, could never sound entitled.”

“You haven’t even heard what I’m about to ask yet.”

“Fine. Shock me.”

“Whatever happened to that birthday present you were excited to give me? Do I still get it?”

His whole body stills.

I sit up, turning my body to him. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong? Shit, there wasn’t really a present was there? And now I just sound even worse.” I bury my head in my hands, embarrassed.

“Stop,” Cole orders. He grabs my wrists and lowers my hands. “There was a present. Or I should say, there is a present. It just feels too soon now.”

“Too soon for what?” I ask.

“Maybe those are the wrong words. The present itself isn’t too soon. I bought it because I wanted to,” he explains. “But after what went down, I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Will you tell me and let me decide?”

He nods. “Give me a second to get it.”

I watch his bare ass leave the bed, and admire his back view as he stands in front of his dresser. He pulls out what looks to be a card in an envelope, and makes his way back to bed. With both of us now sitting up, he gives it to me.

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