Page 69 of Sins of the Flesh
We get out of the tub and dry off hastily.Cole grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bed.“Lay down," he commands, his voice quivering.I lay down on the bed and grab his wrist.“I want to make this good for you," he says, his eyes earnest as he stares into mine.
I pull him down on top of me and kiss him tenderly.“You will.”I whisper.
Cole sits up and grabs the lube from the bedside table and, slowly kissing downward, positions himself at my crotch.The anticipation of his mouth on me makes my cock leak onto my stomach.
He takes my cock deep into his throat, causing my hips to jerk.“Fuuuckk yess.”My fingers tangle in his curls as I get lost in the wet warmth of his exquisite mouth.
I am jolted out of my daze when I feel his slick fingers probing at my entrance.He thrusts one deep inside me, simultaneously swallowing my cock.A fiery battle rages through my body as the conflicting sensations overwhelm me; his mouth is pure ecstasy, yet the searing pressure of his finger in my ass holds back my release.
He continues sucking me off and slips in a second finger, adding to the intense burn and stretch.Just when I think I can't handle it any longer, he brushes over my prostate, sending an electric shockwave of pleasure through my body.The pain instantly transforms into an all-consuming bliss that threatens to consume me entirely.
“Oh, holy fuck!”I scream, yanking so hard on his hair he pops off my cock.
“You okay?”He asks.“Keep-keep going.”I pant, and Cole grins.My body overwhelmed with pleasure, then Cole slips in a third finger.The stretch burns, but the pleasure is overriding the pain.He finger fucks me brushing over my prostate again, and the need for him inside me overwhelms my senses.
I tug his hair until he pops off my cock.“Do it now.I'm ready.”He nods and pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and wanting.
“Turn on your side, baby.”He instructs with a slight tremble in his voice, and I do so.His warm body blankets me from behind.I push out my ass towards him.
I feel him notch his cock at my hole and start to press forward.When he breaches that first ring of muscle, he pauses.The burn is intense but not unwelcome.He pushes further, taking it slowly, allowing me to adjust until he is fully seated.
I can hear his heavy pants in my ear.“Cole, move, please,” I beg, writhing and gripping the covers on the bed in my fist.
“I-I can't I’ll cum.Your ass is strangling my cock.”He chokes.I chuckle.“Fuck Caleb, don't do that!”Cole exclaims, gripping my hip and dropping his forehead to my shoulder, and I realize I must have tightened around him.
He takes a few deep breaths and starts moving in and out with shallow thrusts.As he gains his confidence and composure, he starts moving faster.A euphoria I have never experienced takes over, and I am all sensation as Cole pounds into me.
“Fuck, this feels amazing,” Cole exclaims, shifting his hips and sloppily kissing my shoulder.He grazes my prostate, and I lose my grip on reality, whining and moaning.My cock is leaking all over the bed.“Fuck fuck fuck.”I cry, wrapping my arm around his head behind me and pulling him in for an awkward and messy kiss.
Our grunts and moans mix in our uncoordinated kisses.I break away as he brushes my prostate again.My cock is throbbing for attention, and I am desperate to cum.I reach down and fist my cock, jerking furiously.“Baby fuck, I'm gonna cum.”Cole whines.
“Yes, cum in my ass.Make me yours, Angel.”I cry as my cock erupts.Shooting streams of cum all over the bed and Cole lets out a roar “Ohh Fuuuck,” As he unloads inside me.
I am boneless, and from the feel of Cole’s heavy arm, he is too.He pulls out and groans, “My cum seeping out of your hole is so fucking hot.”Cole purrs as I feel his finger pushing inside me.
“No getting rid of me now, Angel.”My chuckle is weak and exhausted but sated.
The heat of his body leaves me, but I am too wrung out to react.I feel a warm rag cleaning me up, then Cole’s warm, naked body blanketing me again.He throws a heavy arm around my waist and sighs into the back of my neck as he pulls me close.
“I just realized something,” he mumbles in my ear sleepily.
“Mmm, what's that?”I ask in a whisper.
“I am so fucking verse,” he says, kissing my temple.
“Me too,” I think, I say in my tired haze as I drift off.
Thirty-Seven
Cole
Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
A
fter spending an incredible weekend with Caleb, my Monday alarm is as unwelcome as Monday itself.I slap at the general location of my cell phone alarm until I hear a clatter and blessed silence.The marching band in my head, however, refuses to let up.I feel like I got plastered and woke up drunk.One problem, though, I didn't have the joy of getting plastered.
I pry one eye open and immediately regret it.The dim morning light filtering through my curtains might as well be a spotlight directed straight into my brain.My stomach lurches, and I barely make it to the bathroom before emptying what little is in my stomach.
