Page 106 of Chokehold
Tufts of his dark hair peek out from beneath his backward red cap, a black T-shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, and his shorts hung low on his narrow hips. The bored expression on his face screams, ‘Don’t fuck with me.’
I’m immediately intrigued.
Dad stands by the table with his arm draped around a dark-haired woman. His smile does little to hide his disapproval when he glances at the boy, who’s undoubtedly the woman’s son. The resemblance is striking.
Pocketing my phone, I enter the room, treading carefully like a soldier avoiding landmines. My dad is away on business a lot, so the truth that stares me in the face blindsides me—he had met a woman and failed to give me the heads-up.
I study the tall teenage boy by her side. His dark eyes lock on mine and harden. I can already tell that he doesn’t like me, and that makes me want to find out more. I raise a brow, and his jaw tightens.
“This is Rachel, your new stepmom,” Dad says. “And this young man is her son, Cole.”
The mattress shifts beneath my weight as I climb on top of him like a lion on the prowl. He looks so damn irresistible asleep on his front with his arms beneath the pillow. Trailing my nose up his spine, I breathe him in, and he stirs when I slide my fingers through his bed hair to twist the short strands. At thesame time, I grind my hard dick against his ass—a crash wave colliding with the shore.
“Blaise?” he whispers sleepily. I decide then and there that it’s my new favorite sound in the whole fucking universe. Sinking my teeth into the crook of his neck, I pull hard on his hair.
“Why do you smell of gasoline?” he asks as he shifts beneath my weight. I capture his wrists with one hand and trap them on the pillow. “I need to be inside you,” I whisper in his ear, ignoring his question. “Fill you up with cum. I want it to leak out of you tomorrow when you’re with your friends.”
“Fuck,” he groans, shuddering.
My lips spread into a smile, and I release his hair to shove his boxers down his legs. “Tell me you missed me tonight.” Ripping open my belt, I nip his ear while freeing my cock. “Tell me you thought about my dick tearing through your tight hole.” Cole squirms against my grip on his wrists, but there’s no real struggle behind it. I smack the hard length against his ass cheeks and peer down between our bodies, lip trapped between my teeth. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” he replies, jutting his ass out. “Fuck, I want you.”
“Yeah?” I squeeze his smooth skin. “You want me to fuck this ass?”
“Yes…” he groans, the sound muffled in the pillow.
Reaching across the bed, I root through the nightstand for the lube to prep him. “Remember the first time we met?” I ask as I squeeze a healthy dose of lube onto my fingers.
The slippery liquid threatens to drip onto the bedsheet. I smooth my fingers over his tight ring of muscles, my dick twitching. “Answer me, or I will stop.”
“I remember,” he says in a breathy voice, humping the mattress and wringing the creased sheet.
I press a finger into him. “What did you think about me that first day when you stared at me from across the kitchen?”
“I thought…” He grunts as I work a second finger inside his tight hole. “I wanted to punch the smug look off your face.”
My breathy chuckle dances across his bare shoulder. I hum as I work my fingers in and out of him. “You intrigued me that day,” I admit, then hiss. “Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait to stretch you with my dick.”
“Intrigued you?” he asks, unable to leash his curiosity. “Intrigued you how?”
Slipping my digits out, I squirt more lube onto my hand. Cole sucks in a breath as I fill him up with three fingers. My dick throbs at the snug fit. I can’t wait to feel him squeeze the cum from my balls.
“You looked at me like you were a cornered snake, and I liked that.” Sucking on his earlobe, I graze it with my teeth. “The threat was clear in your eyes.”
“What threat?”
I remove my fingers to lube up my throbbing cock. “You would strike if I got too close. Unless you haven’t noticed,” I whisper and nip his shoulder with my teeth before flipping him over onto his back and palming his weeping dick, “I like a challenge.”
Cole throws his head back on the pillow. “Fuck…”
“You like that, huh?” I goad, stroking his veiny cock. “You gonna come for me? Make a mess on my hand?”
“Blaise,” he groans as he wrings the sheets.
Releasing his cock, I palm his balls and massage them between my fingers before rearing up on my knees and spreading his legs. His dick leaks all over his taut stomach. I swipe my fingers through it and suck them clean. A groan rumbles in my chest at the salty taste and the drunk look in his eyes. I want more. So much more. Lining my dick up with hisback hole, I sink inside him slowly, careful not to hurt him. My heart races, and my T-shirt sticks to my skin as sweat beads on my back. Cole is naked while I’m fully dressed. Something about that power dynamic turns me on.
“Blaise,” he chokes as I palm his hard length and give it a firm stroke. Thrusting shallowly, I work my dick deeper until I finally bottom out. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He’s tight and warm and fucking perfect.
