Page 75 of Devilry

He loosens his grip on my face, all the while still moving his mouth against mine. Our tongues tease, every stroke longer, deeper, and more meaningful than the one before. I wrap my arms around his neck. Resting my elbows on his shoulders, I run my fingers through his wet hair, pushing myself closer to him in all the ways I can.

Hands glide down, over my wet body. Settling on my ass, he begins to gently knead my flesh. I press myself into him, two hard cocks resting between us. Content, yet still so eager.

Kisses move down my neck, his mouth sucking at the skin on my shoulder. With his hands no longer touching me, a loud pop catches my attention.

Pulling back, I notice Cole is holding half an empty bottle of body wash, pouring the thick honey milk scented liquid into the palm of his hand.

“You found body wash?” I query.

“I was just as surprised as you are,” he smirks. “Now let me get back to business.”

Soapy hands start at my shoulders, lightly massaging me. Moving, they find their way to my chest. He takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling and tweaking.

Just like on the couch, I'm at his disposal. His to do whatever he wants to.

Sliding one hand down my stomach, he reaches for my waiting cock. Expertly, he begins pumping my dick, while his other hand continues teasing my nipple. The sensations cause my body to buzz under his touch.

I love the way he makes me feel. The want and need that rises higher with every move he makes.

“You like me touching you, don't you?” It's less of a question and more like a statement dressed in arrogance and seduction. I turn my head, both slightly embarrassed and wholly aroused by his words; he knows what he does to me.

Cupping the back of my neck, he brings his mouth close to my face and whispers in my ear, “You’re going to have to do better than that, sweet boy. Tell me, do you like me touching you?”

“So much.” My voice is hoarse, but the need is unmistakable. “So, so much.”

I didn't know anything could feel this good. I was always too worked up about the rejection from my parents to understand that the rest of the world wasn't them. That I was destined for greater things, and being the object of Cole Huxley’s desire was at the very top of that list.

“Give me your mouth,” he growls.

Like denying him is even an option, I open up for him. At his mercy, I give him everything I have, wanting nothing more than for him to take it all.

His tongue takes over, punishing me, branding me, ridding my thoughts of anything but us.

He continues to jerk me off, his hand now moving faster, sliding up and down with ease.

I moan into his mouth, my hands pulling at his hair in desperation. The water’s sluicing over every inch of us, dripping through his hair, over our lips, down our chests and washing away every single bit of tension and misunderstanding between us. Giving it no room to grow, no reason to breathe.

I cling to him. I cling to this merciless kiss, full of heartache and promises.

I let my mouth do all the talking. With every deep and hungry stroke of my tongue, I tell him all the things I'm too scared to say aloud.

And he listens.

With every tug of my shaft, bite on my lip, sweep of my tongue, he listens.

His mouth starts to follow the drops of water, down my neck, past my nipples, the length of my stomach. Before I know it, his firm hands are gripping the back of my thighs. Separating my legs, he nuzzles his face into my groin, like he just can’t get enough.

My body leans back to the tiles behind me, my knees weak, my entire being too consumed by need to even hold itself up.

He licks the underside of my erection before covering my crown with his mouth. Instinctively, my hand pulls at his hair and he hums in pleasure around my cock. His eyes flick up to mine as he begins to work me over, the devious look in his eyes turning me on even more.

“Fuck, Cole.”

“What?” he pops off. “I figured I’d get you dirty one more time before we clean up.”

“Please don't stop,” I pant. “Please. Suck me.”

“Turn around,” he orders.

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