Page 18 of The War Revision
I stop breathing for a moment. In the next, my body takes over. My fingers quickly nudge my t-shirt up and undo the buttons of my jeans. His eyes are unmoving until I yank my brief down and release my hard length. His gaze falls on my hand when I spit on it.
“Spread some precum on it too…like that. Now fuck your fist.”
His deep groan does things to my already lust-filled body. Pleasure is like a cyclone whirling around me tighter and tighter. And in the eye of it, there’s Cole. Watching me beating myself off with so much want in his eyes I get drunk on it. My cock keeps leaking and the obscene slurping, sucking sound of my hand makes me shiver with fire. I finally get Ed Sheeran’s song—which is weirdly playing non-stop in my head.
My other hand leaves his waist to massage my heavy balls. Cole is as immobile as a statue. He just keeps watching me work my dick.
“You’re stiff even when you’re horny.” I smirk at him, because damn, I love what he’s doing to me, but I’m still me. And he is still Cole, the Devil.
His fingers shoot up and curl tightly around my throat, making me sigh in bliss. Another thing to add to my new-found list of fetishes. Where does all this submissiveness come from?
Cole lets out a deep chuckle. “You’re loving every single second of it, darling. And this.” He pushes his hips against my belly, making me feel how stiff another part of him is. Fuck, he’s huge. “This is your doing. And you want it badly.”
His taunting is turning my body into molten lava.
“You want it too,” I snap back, stroking my cock faster, loving the feel of him even closer. Being engulfed by his masculine scent.
“Squeeze it tighter, pump it faster,” he orders. His hand is still caging my throat. His thumb pushes my chin down, parting my lips. He’s looking inside my mouth. His eyes are two orbs of fire laser-focused on my tongue. I want him to kiss me so badly. But apart from the squeeze of his fingers, the stern brute doesn’t move.
A long moan leaves my lips. I am so fucking close.
“Beg me to let you come,” he grunts
I scoff but it sounds more like a whimper.
“Beg. Me.” He growls, tightening his hand around my neck and uttering each word on my lips. Each grunt that leaves his mouth enters mine. Each breath I take from him feels like a hot flame.
Fuuuck. He’s turning me inside out. I need to come. My entire body zings with pleasure, my balls draw up and then I hear myself chocking out, “P-Please.”
He groans with raw satisfaction. “Come.”
“Fuck!” My body follows his command and while my eyes roll in bliss, my dick shoots long spurts on my lower belly, t-shirt, and hand. It twitches and jumps until I’m finally spent. My entire body convulses with the aftershocks of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt.
My chest is still heaving when he pushes me against the wall. Hand still on my throat, growling on my lips. I hear the sound of a zipper lowering and then he strokes his hand on my belly, slicking it with my jizz. So damn hot. He slides it down and grabs himself.
That’s when I see it.
His big, thick, uncut cock. What would that thing feel like inside of me? In my ass, my mouth? It would stretch me to the maximum. My mouth waters, the tips of my fingers tingling as he pumps the fat length fast. I’m still holding my cock, stroking very slowly. Prolonging the afterglow.
“Damn,” he rumbles.
I’ve never seen him like this, completely lost to the pleasure. So wild and unleashed.
Every time he roughly strokes his cock our knuckles brush against each other, and it’s like receiving a bolt of lightning straight to my balls. Falkor twitches, trying to get hard again. The sound of Cole’s grunts, the lust in his eyes, are turning me on. I want him to come on my cock after I slide his foreskin over the tip of my dick to fuck into it. Feeling his cum surround me while I nut as well, making a mess. I’ve never been with a man who is uncut. I mean I have, but I’ve never played with it.
“Raise your t-shirt,” he orders, taking me out of my filthy dream. Once again, I do what he says. I’ve turned into a compliant whore.
He groans so low I feel it rather than hear it and watch in awe as he finds his own release. It splashed on my chest and dick. It’s warm and there’s so much of it. When he’s done, his body sags, and he catches himself with a hand on the wall, before falling on me. I miss the feel of his fingers around my throat as soon as he moves them.
We just stand there, breathing hard, staring at each other. The smell of sweat and sex all around us. I should say something, but I feel like I’ve been submerged in an ocean of lust, and now I’m left panting on the shore.
My fingers run through our releases smeared over my abdomen. I lift one to my lips and suck it loudly. His nostrils flare. Eyes zero in on my mouth. I let the digit slide out with a pop. “Hmm.” My moan is perhaps a bit too vehement, but fuck, we taste good together. I wish I drank his directly from the source. “Not bad for a demon.”
He stares at my lips a bit longer, then pulls himself up and takes a couple of steps back. We adjust our clothes in silence. I can’t stop smiling. I feel so damn good.
“Well, thanks for the hot entertainment,” I utter. My brain is foggy with pleasure.
He goes to the kitchen and grabs the glass of juice, taking a big gulp. A blank expression on his face.
