Page 56 of Shot For Mercy

“Tell me more,” he says against my lips. “I want to know.”

“I want you on your back.” I tell him softly. “With your legs over my shoulders. On your stomach, humping the mattress as I fuck you. I want you just like this, riding me, kissing me, driving me fucking crazy.”

“That can all be arranged, Em.”

Cole presses his soft lips to mine, and it feels like I’m floating on a cloud. I’m suddenly dizzy with want. I need him. Need to take him right fucking now. I flip us until he’s on his back, and he wraps his legs around my waist as I suck on his bottom lip, then tug it between my teeth roughly. I can taste blood in my mouth as I soothe the sting, and he moans, rocking against me, rubbing his erection against my own.

He licks the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I grant it to him. Our tongues tangle, and we battle for dominance, stroking against each other eagerly. Cole ruts against me faster, frantically, and I hump him right back. Seeking relief, friction. I want to come again. I want him to come just like this. I speed up, grabbing his ass and rubbing him against me harder. Cole’s moans and whines are loud in the silence of the house, and I feel myself cresting, almost falling. I’m right fucking there.

And then the elevator dings.

Fuck, fuck,fuck.

Cole and I still, and I feel my cock throb between my legs. When I hear chuckles and cheers, my eyes close in annoyance. Because, really? They couldn’t fucking call in advance? I gave them the code for emergencies. I just know this is not a goddamn emergency. Cole whimpers under me, burying his face in the crook of my neck just as I turn my head to look at my brothers.

“Bravo,” Giovanni says with a smirk, and I narrow my eyes on him. “Pretend we’re not here. You should finish. Blue balls are no joke.”

Fuck, don’t I know it.

I’m tempted to take Cole to my room and finish us really quick, but those hopes are squashed when Alex opens his big ass mouth.

“Absolutely not,” he mutters. “I will never be able to unsee it as is.”

Cole’s legs tighten around my waist, and I turn to face him. His cheeks are bright red, his eyes wide. He looks delicious. I want to fucking eat him, devour him.

“Go to the room and get dressed,” I murmur against his ear. “We’ll finish this later.”

“Later?” He swallows hard, then shakes his head. “No, Em. I’m gonna go jack off.”

“Don’t you dare,” I say through gritted teeth.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asks with a bratty tone of voice, and my nostrils flare. I want to throw him over my shoulder and show him. Instead, I stay rooted to the spot, feeling eyes on us. “Spank me?”

“Yeah,Em.” Gio chuckles. “Are you going to spank him?”

“That’s kind of hot,” Lorenzo says, and they collectively laugh.

“Can he go get dressed?” Alessandro asks. “I kind of want to sit down. But the couch is tainted, isn’t it?”

“Not yet,” Cole mutters, pushing me off. “But it was about to be.”

“Good thing we came in when we did,” Alessandro mutters under his breath.

Cole gets up from the couch, his erection tenting his boxer briefs, and he doesn’t bother to hide it. Just goes on about his life and heads to our bedroom.

“He’s gifted,” Gio says with a smirk, and I breathe in deeply through my nose, trying to get rid of my boner. Fucking hell. It’s not working. “He has a big cock.”

“Eyes off my man,” I say through gritted teeth, finally getting a hold of myself. “Before you lose them.”

“Oooh.” Giovanni laughs. “He’s got it bad.”

“Are you in love with him, brother?” Lorenzo asks with wide eyes. “You are, aren’t you?”

“None of your business,” I snap. I know Cole lurks and listens to our conversations, and this is not how I want him to find out. I’ll tell him on my own time—when I’m well and truly ready. It’s a big step, saying I love you to someone. I want him to know I mean it. I need him to know that it’s not a lie. “Ask me again at the office, and I just might tell you.”

“Tell him what?” Cole asks, and I flush. He comes around to the couch, sitting next to me in gray sweatpants. I can see the outline of his dick even though he’s wearing underwear, and I sigh.

“Nothing,” I say quickly.

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