Page 84 of Chokehold
“I want you to fuck me,” he admits.
My lips pull to the side. “No, you don’t.”
His breathy chuckle wafts across my parted lips. “Oh, I fucking do.”
“Then beg me to fuck you, Cole. Beg me to fill you up with my cock. Beg me, and I might give it to you.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, briefly closing his eyes. “You’re killing me.”
“Are you close?” I ask, staring at his tempting lips. “Please tell me you’re close. I need to feel you come all over my hand.”
“Please, Blaise.” His throat jumps. “Fuck me.”
“Soon,” I reply as I tease the tip of his dick with my thumb. The moment his muscles stiffen and cum rains from our cocks simultaneously, I crush my mouth to his and devour his swollen lips. “That’s it,” I praise between kisses. “You’re coming so hard for me, big brother.” A jet of cum hits me on the throat, and I drive my tongue into his mouth. “You’re delicious. Come all over me, Cole. Fuck me up.”
“Christ,” he groans, his fingers twitching in my hair. “Fuck, I can’t…” His hips stutter. More cum rains over my chin, and I relish it. We breathe hard, staring at each other. Glancing down at my cum-covered chest, I snigger. Cole is no better off. Cum drips down his chest and abs, and some has even made it to his collarbone.
I see the mischief in his eyes before he launches himself at me. “Come here, you fucker. You know you want a hug.” And just like that, we’re laughing and wrestling on the bed. Cole soon gets the upper hand, but not because he is stronger than me. No, I love the victorious glint in his eyes as he pins me to the bed with my hands on the pillow beneath my head.
“I surrender,” I say, swallowing and staring at the racing pulse in his neck. “You win.”
Cole blinds me with his smile as his hair flops over his eyes. I feast my eyes on Cole Carter, naked on top of me, his muscles straining in his arms.
“How come you won’t go to the party tonight?” I ask and regret it the moment the words leave my lips.
Cole’s smile falls, and he climbs off me and flops onto his back. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Is that the only reason?” I ask.
With his arm behind his head, he stares up at the ceiling. I turn over onto my side and push up on my elbow.
“Why are you going?” he asks, not looking at me. “They’re not your friends.”
I have to go to this party for personal reasons. Jackson has flirted with me on multiple occasions, and I know it makes Cole uncomfortable. Something happened between them the morning when Cole picked me up. I’m not sure what exactly, but Jackson’s busted lip tells me everything I need to know.
“I’m gonna talk to Jackson,” I say, and Cole whips his eyes in my direction.
“Why the hell would you do that?”
I can feel him pull away even before he sits up and reaches for his clothes on the floor.
“Dammit, Cole,” I breathe, dragging my hands down my face. “You’re so quick to run away. Just hear me out.”
“Then talk. I’m not stopping you.” He pulls his top on with jerky movements.
I sigh. “This is exactly why I need to talk to him. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to come between the two of you. He’s your friend.”
“Some fucking friend,” Cole mutters, swiping up his pants off the floor.
Sitting up, I place my hand on his shoulder, and he stiffens. That hurts more than the hard look in his eyes. “I’m going to smooth things out with him. It upsets you when I hang out with him, so I won’t do that anymore. But I can’t just ignore him either. I need to have this conversation.”
Cole snorts and rises to his feet, hopping on one leg while he pulls his socks on. “Do whatever the fuck you want.”
“What happened to the threats on the football field? I thought you were gonna snap my legs.” I say it as a joke, but my voice trembles too much, and Cole inhales a ragged breath. “I thought you said you trusted me.”
“I do trust you.”
“No, you don’t.” My jaw clenches tight. “Why are you walking away if you trust me? What is it that has you so worked up? Are you scared I’ll do something with him? You have nothing to worry about. I only want you. It’s okay if you’re jealous, but please talk?—”
