Page 143 of Chokehold
Amused, I duck out of sight, and he chokes on his own breath when I pay extra attention to a thick vein on his cock. I trace it with my tongue all the way to the tip, where a nice, fat drop of precum waits for me. “What do we have here?” I lick it off, humming with approval before sucking him down again.
Cole bites his knuckles, his thighs tensing as my head bobs in his lap, but I couldn’t care less if the lady across the road can see us. Cole is now too busy chasing his impending orgasm to care about potential witnesses either.
“Fuck, Blaise…” He sucks in a breath, then slams his hand down on my head and forces me to swallow more of his cock.
My gag reflex kicks in, and I choke around his throbbing length, but it only turns me on more to feel his rough fingers dig into my scalp.
“Fuck, that’s it. Choke on it.” His fingers twist, pulling the strands tight, and salty cum shoots down my throat. I swallow every drop, savoring his taste, then straighten up and drag my thumb over my lips to catch anything I might have missed.
Cole watches me for a moment before he looks down at his spent dick. Even soft, it’s big, and I’m already hungry for another taste.
He stuffs himself away and runs a hand through his hair. His nerves are back, making me briefly contemplate fucking him in the backseat until he’s too damn tired to worry about our parents and what they might have to say.
Cole stares out the window with a faraway look before glancing back at me. “What if they refuse to let us be together?”
“That won’t happen.” My voice is deadpan.
Cole’s lips twitch for the briefest of seconds, and then he blows out a shaky breath. “I don’t know…”
“Well, I do. I won’t let anyone get between us.”
I go to kiss him again, but he moves back, fingers pressed to my lips to stop me from claiming his mouth again. “We can’t keep them waiting forever.”
Gripping his wrist, I slide his hand from my lips and place it over my rock-hard erection. “See what you do to me? How fucking crazy I am about you? Do you think I care about our parents? The only person I care about is you. Besides, my dick is in agreement with me for once and says we should skip this ‘meeting’ and drive somewhere quiet so I can stick my dick in your hot ass and fill you up with my cum.”
A low chuckle leaves his lips, the sound teasing my balls, and then he escapes the car before I can grab him again.
I fall back against the seat with a tortured groan. Why does he have to care so much about others? I know he loves his mom, and it’s because he loves her that I also have to respect her. They’ve reconnected since the kidnapping, and while that makes me happy, I don’t like that I have to share him. Even if it’s family.
“Fuck me,” I whine, then glare down at my throbbing cock. I swear it’s laughing at me for being such a whipped fucker. “What the fuck is so amusing? You’re the one with blue balls.”
I throw the door open and exit the car while grumbling under my breath at the unfairness of it all. The only consolation is Cole’s taste on my tongue. But even that is like only eating one Pringle, when we all know that once you pop, you can’t fucking stop. And that’s the fucking truth. It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck him and claim him as mine; I still want more.
Is it too late to tie him to my bed in a country far away, preferably on a distant planet or, better yet, a different galaxy, where no one but me can have access to him?
Okay, maybe I need help. But in my defense, I thought I’d lost him.
“Try to smile,” Cole says, pulling on the corners of my lips with his forefingers. He tilts his head, his nose scrunching up. “Maybe not. You look like Joker with that psychotic smile.”
I follow behind like a kicked puppy as he walks up the drive and jogs up the stairs. His shorts show the strong muscles in his thighs from training, bunching with each step. If we didn’t have to play nice with our parents, those shorts would be around his ankles now.
He turns and rubs his neck while I ascend the last two steps like a lazy cat. “Just…don’t run your mouth in there, okay?”
“Run my mouth?”
His Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow. “If your dad is against…” He lowers his hand and gestures between us. “…this. If he’s against us. I know you can be protective and?—”
“Damn right.” I fist his T-shirt and pull him to me with such force, he crashes against me. “If he says a single bad thing about you, I won’t hesitate to acquaint him with my fist.”
“Blaise,” he chuckles, uncertain. “He’s your dad.”
“I don’t fucking care. I almost lost you. You were bleeding all over me and…” I drift off, needing a moment to rein in my emotions. My heart always aches whenever I think of his pale,blood-smeared face and broken body that day. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, and that includes words.”
“I can stand up for myself?—”
One moment, he’s giving me his old spiel about how he doesn’t need or want me to defend him, and the next, I have him trapped against the railing with my hand clamped over his mouth to shut him up. “I know you can stand up for yourself, but that’s beside the point. I’m your boyfriend, Cole. Your man. Your battles are my fucking battles. Don’t you dare try to fight alone! Not anymore. Not over my dead body. I love you, for fuck’s sake. You don’t ever have to stand up for yourself anymore, not when I’m here.” I shove away, my body trembling with rage.
Rage at the world for not accepting all types of love, no matter age, race, or gender. I fucking hate that Cole has to worry about our parents’ opinion of us. They wouldn’t bat an eyelid about our union if I were a girl. But I have a dick, and therefore, he spent the day fearing their rejection, and that makes me want to break shit.
