Page 39 of Devilry

I run my fingers through his hair, glancing back at him with a relieved smile. “That’s a lot of fucks.”

“And none of the good kind.”

On cue, I feel myself heat up, still not used to the way he casually mentions sex.

“You’re fucking adorable, you know that?” An approving smile graces his face before he puts his hands on either side of my head, bringing my face down to his.

Slamming our mouths together, he straightens his body, rising to his feet and taking control. With our lips still locked, he pushes me till I hit the edge of the desk. He presses himself into me, his thick, hard cock rubbing against mine.

Cole’s kisses move across my jaw, his stubble leaving marks down the length of my neck. Licking, biting, scraping, he buries his face in the hollow of my neck and sucks on my skin, causing an embarrassingly loud moan to leave my mouth.

“God, you make the best sounds,” he murmurs against my ear. “I wonder what sound you’ll make when I do this?”

His mouth returns to mine as he palms my erection, grazing my length up and down. With every stroke, I become impossibly harder, my resolve waning, and the need to feel more of him becomes all consuming.

“More,” I breathe out. “I need more.”

Without being told twice, he skilfully unbuttons my jeans and slides his hands down my front. I release a loud shudder as he grips my cock over my boxer briefs, teasing me.

Desperate for friction I push my crotch into his waiting palm, and he bites my bottom lip, like a reprimand. With mischief dancing in his gray eyes, and a devilish smirk spreading across his face, I know he’s going to make me ask for it.

“Want something?” he teases.

With no preamble, or room to play hard to get, I pant, “Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Cole,” I groan out in frustration.

“Tell me, Elijah,” he demands. “I want to hear it from that cute, shy mouth of yours.”

Everything about this is out of my comfort zone, and he knows it. But for the first time since I’ve met him, these four walls are giving me freedom. Right now, they’re no longer the reason we can’t be together, but they’re the one thing barricading us from the rest of the world and giving us this moment. As if he knows what I need, he pushes me, and I let him, because it allows me to revel in the very same things I have denied myself for so long.

“Grab my dick,” I spit, thrusting my hips into his waiting hand. He sinks his hands past my waistband and wraps his fingers around my shaft.

My lungs refuse to work at the feel of his skin against my own, struggling to breathe, scared for more. The first time another guy touched me it was all brand new. There was trepidation. There were nerves. Every move was filled with fear and worry of the unknown.

We were just two young guys, trying to figure life out. There was excitement in our innocence, and purity in our race to the finish line.

This isn’t like that.

Cole’s got his hand around my cock, and I have to hold myself back from relentlessly fucking his fist. He rolls the pad of his thumb around the slit in my crown, spreading my pre-come all over the head. He raises his hand to his face and salaciously slips his thumb into his mouth before resuming his hold on my hardened length.

Fuck.

Desperate to touch Cole, I reach for his pants, but his forceful hands stop me.

I look down at his hard on and then back up at him quizzically.

“I need you to come first,” he says explaining himself. “I can’t risk it if you touch me.”

“I’m sure we could work out a way to come together,” I offer lightly.

Cole’s hand begins to slowly move up and down my dick, but it isn’t until he sinks to his knees that I’m caught completely off guard.

He glances up at me, his expression serious, but the lust in his eyes is unmistakable. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Clearing my throat, I look down at Cole, my mouth opening and closing as I try to focus on what I’m trying to say, instead of the fact his face is mere inches away from my cock.

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