Page 21 of Shot For Mercy

Cole’s lips are parted as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. His eyes travel back up to my face, searching for something in my eyes, then bites his bottom lip. I take a step closer toward him, tugging it free from his teeth, and he sucks in a sharp breath. He closes the space between us further, until his front is plastered to mine, making me drop my hand away from my cock. His shirt rubs against my length, the friction against the head of it making the breath stutter in my lungs.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

He grabs the back of my neck, bringing my lips to his, and I groan. The first press of our lips makes my stomach flip. He wraps a hand around my cock, his thumb spreading pre-cum over my slit, and fire licks down my spine. My knees turn wobbly from the pleasure when he strokes me, and I bite his bottom lip until I taste blood. Cole gasps, then grins against my lips.

“You like that?” he asks, his hand speeding up. “Such a perfect cock, Emiliano.” A shiver runs down my spine at his praise, and I feel my dick twitch. “I want it down my throat.”

Without warning, Cole lets go of me. I make a sound of displeasure at the back of my throat before I realize he’s dropped to his knees in front of me. He looks up at me with a devilish smirk, and when I try to wrap a hand around myself, he slaps it away.

“Mine,” he breathes. He says it low enough that I’m not even sure if I heard him right, but then he repeats it. “Fuck. You’re gonna be mine whether you like it or not.”

My cock jumps at his words. I’m about to tell him to get on with it, but then he wraps his hands around my body and squeezes my ass, burying his nose against the trimmed hair at the base of my cock. He inhales sharply and groans. I almost feel self-conscious, but then his tongue runs up my shaft, and I forget how to breathe. He’s barely done anything and I’m already grasping at the threads of my sanity. I can tell he’s going to ruin me for anybody else, and I don’t want to let him. But I also don’t want to stop him. Not right now.

Just one time.

He licks the head of my cock, lapping at the pre-cum, then takes me in his mouth, wrapping his lips around me and suctioning with his cheeks roughly. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his tongue goes under my foreskin, and I moan. He makes a little sound that I can’t decipher, but before I can make sense of it, he takes me to the back of his throat and swallows me down.

“You’re such a fucking whore, Cole,” I say with a groan, and when he squeezes my balls roughly, I try my best to not blow. “Are you my little whore?”

He pulls away from me, and I immediately miss the wet heat of his mouth.

“Are you gonna talk slutty to me, baby?” Cole asks me, the pet name going right to my balls. Even now, he’s being a fucking brat. Part of me fucking eats it right up. I enjoy putting him in his place. “Who knew you had it in you.”

I grab my cock and slap him in the face condescendingly, and there’s a fire in his eyes telling me I’m going to pay for it.Bring it on. His hands drop to his sides, and he licks his lips.

“Do you want this cock down your throat again, Cole?” I ask him softly. He leans forward and drags his tongue over the head of my cock once more, and my vision blurs as pleasure skates down my spine. “Want me to come in your mouth?”

“Do it.” He nods. “I’m fucking desperate for it.”

“How bad do you want it?” I smirk, wrapping a hand around my cock and pressing it against his lips. “Hmm?”

“Please,” he whispers. “Give me your cock.”

“Practically begging for it,” I whisper back. “Open up. I’m going to fuck your face now—and you’re going to take it like the good boy you are, aren’t you?”

“I am a good boy.” He grins, but I just shake my head. “Yourgood boy.”

I hum, loving the sound of him being mine. And he is, even if it’s just for right now. He wraps his lips around me once more, taking me to the back of his throat, and I grip the strands of hair at the back of his head tightly. He groans, the vibration traveling right to my balls, and I throw my head back in pleasure right as I snap my hips forward. Cole gags as I hit the back of his throat, and I begin to fuck his face, thrusting in and out of it like he’s a toy. He wraps his hands around the backs of my legs, squeezing, digging his nails into me.

“What?” I taunt. “You can’t take it?” He looks up at me, defiance in his eyes, and I moan. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”

But even now I know he’s not going to do it. He’s going to ride this out even if I kill him. He’s a stubborn motherfucker—and I’m loving every second of it.

He sucks my cock like it’s his full-time job, and my eyes roll to the back of my head once more. I continue to thrust into his mouth with wild abandon, and when my spine begins to tingle and my balls draw up into my body, I begin to shake.

“You look so good on your knees for me, my prince.” I groan, looking right into his wide eyes. I don’t know where the nickname came from—probably the heat of the moment—but I can’t take it back now. “If I knew this was going to shut you the fuck up, I would’ve done it the last time you came onto me.”

Cole moans around my cock, as if he loves the idea, and I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and whips his cock out. I don’t have a good view of it, but he’s suddenly stroking himself quickly. His eyes close in pleasure, and I tighten my hold in his hair until he opens them once more.

“I want you to look at me when I come,” I demand, my cock twitching. “That’s it, Cole.” I moan. “So.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Good.”Thrust.

I come with a growl, spilling down his throat, and my knees almost buckle from the pleasure. He moans, and his hand falters right as he whimpers. The little sound almost makes me hard again, and I breathe in deeply as I withdraw from his reddened lips. He looks disheveled. His hair is a mess, and I smile at the thought of me making him this way.

I want to see how he looks freshly fucked.

Cole stands up, putting his cock away before I can look at it, and disappointment fills me. But then he’s on his feet, getting in my face. I try to take a step back, but he grabs the back of my head with one hand and swipes his fingers over my lips. I taste the cum on them, groaning.

“Open up, Em,” he says with a grin. I shake my head. “Come on, don’t make me force it on you.”

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