Page 25 of The War Revision
I let a long sigh go, pushing off the balcony railing and walking back inside my apartment. Not even the sight of the horizon touching the blue ocean in the distance calms my scattered thoughts today.
I leave the glass doors open and move to the kitchen. A teaspoon of peanut butter is what the doctor prescribed as a replacement for Cole’s delicious cock. I grab the jar from the counter. It feels light. How much dick-substitute eating have I been doing lately?
I twist the lid and…bang! I jump back with a jerk. A wave of sparkly glitter hits my face, covering me in orange and purple. I sniff and shake my head letting down a colorful wave all over the floor. I spit out a few pieces from my mouth while my brain is reloading after the mild scare.
No, he didn’t. The motherfucker.
“Lucifer!” I scream. Letting my anger take over, I storm out of my apartment all the way to his door. I bang my fist on it, cussing and cursing his diabolical name. When my hand starts aching from all the rapping, I realize he must be in his office.
I’m leaving a trail of glitter behind me on the stairs, but I don’t give a fuck. My mind is zeroed in on the asshole. Nobody messes with my food. Nobody!
When I reach the first floor, I move past a wide-eyed Ash and walk inside Cole’s office without knocking. The door slamming behind me doesn’t give me any kind of satisfaction. Because I’m that furious.
“Is this going to be a thing now? You barging in?” he utters haughtily.
“You ass…face! You used our fucking to pull one of your pranks!” I bark at him. “My hair is full of glitter. I feel like…”
“Tinker Bell?” He smirks.
“Tinker Bell is green. And her pixie dust is yellow. What else are you going to get wrong?”
“Are we talking about imaginary characters now?” His smiles turns bigger, like I’m some sort of entertainment for him. I want to punch his face.
“Try to keep up, Satan,” I huff.
“The prank is old. I didn’t do anything in the last week.”
“I don’t believe you. You used our hate fucks to prank me.”
He turns serious and rounds his desk to stand in front of me. Crap, he looks amazing in one of his suits. Black today. Fucking love the tight vest, which I hated a few days ago. When the hell did that changed?
“I said I didn’t, and I meant it.” He grunts, collaring my neck with his large hand. The other goes to my sweatpants and after pushing them down, it slips inside the waistband of my briefs and grabs on to my hard cock. My fingers fly back, landing on his desk for support.
“Always so fucking hard for me.”
My eyes are focused on the shape of his hand under the cotton as he strokes me.
I turn full-mast the moment he wrapped his fingers around my throat. It’s like my submissive button or something. Most of my anger is washed away by intense desire. And even if I try to fight it, there’s no use.
I moan and then grit my teeth when I see some glitter on my forearm.
It’s always like this with him. Lust and irritation fight inside me.
“What? At your old age, Predator needs more time to get hard?” I know my taunt is lame. Firstly, because he’s around forty like me. And secondly, because his big cock is perfection.
“Why do you feel the need to open your mouth?” His exasperated words are in contrast with the way he’s working his nose under my jaw to press his lips on my skin. Then he opens his mouth and starts sucking hard while his fingers continue beating me off with fast pumps.
He leans back to admire his work. Surely another bruise to add to the ones he likes to leave on my body. His satisfied groan makes my balls draw up tight, but I hang the orgasm back, letting a whimper resound in the room.
“I can see the fight written all over your face, darling.”
There’s that name again, and here I am, melting from the use of the endearment. I used to huff at it, but something has changed. Something in his tone when he says it—am I imagining it? It makes me want to rub my whole body against his and purr in delight.
“Let it go. Give it to me. Your pleasure is mine, and I want it, now,” he rumbles right on my lips.
I cannot stop the bliss from engulfing me. My lips part on a silent scream.
I come in long, hot streams covering his hand and the inside of my briefs. Cole’s watching me like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment as I ride the waves of release.
