Page 26 of The War Revision
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” he whispers, brushing his thumb on my lower lip.
He lets go of my dick to lick his fingers covered in my cum one by one.
“Coming to my apartment later? To finish this up,” I breathe out.
His hand moves away from my neck, but he remains in front of me. I grab some tissues from his desk and clean the mess inside my briefs. Or attempt to.
“Can’t. I’m going away for the weekend,” he tells me, eyes still on my lips. My gaze falls on the leather duffle bag on the floor before moving back to his face.
He doesn’t add anything else to it. Like where he’s going or who is going to be with. It ticks me off. Why the hell do I want to know? It’s none of my fucking business. But do I want it to be? And was he going to let me know he was leaving if I hadn’t barged into his office today?
My irritation wakes up the brazen part of me.
But I’m not going to say it.I’m not!Who am I kidding, of course I am.
“I want you to fuck me,” I announce, tossing the used tissue in the wastebasket.
“Thought you were a top.”
I snort. “After the last ten days, I’m pretty sure I’m vers.”
“No,” he states.
I frown. “I’m not vers?”
“No, I won’t fuck you.”
“Why not?” I bark.
“Because you’re mine after I fuck you. Nobody else’s. I don’t share you till one of us gets fed up. Can you do that? Be exclusive?”
I haven’t fucked anybody else since we started this. When would I find the time? That’s a lie, I always find the time for an extra fuck. But I’m so damn satisfied by what I’m doing with Cole that the thought of somebody else hasn’t even crossed my mind. I can’t tell him that, though.
“Riiiiight! I know all about your short-term fucks.”
“You do.” Sounds more like a statement than a question.
“I heard Mel and Russel hinting at it.” Most people would call it eavesdropping. But most people are a bore, and Mel is super loud when he talks.
Cole lets out a non-committal hum.
I know whatever we have is temporary. This is casual. As all my hookups are.
“I can do that. Two whole weeks of enduring your overbearing ass.”
“It’s your ass who will endure my eight-inch cock every fucking time I want.” His crude words go straight to my balls.
“My ass will be available twenty-four-seven if, and only if, you are good at servicing it,” I throw him the challenge.
His eyes darken and his hand closes around the front of my t-shirt. He pulls me against his body, and I have to grab his biceps to steady myself before toppling us both over. It’s still baffling how I let him yank me around even though I’m bulkier than him. More baffling how much I like it.
His lips crush against mine and the kiss we exchange is explosive. I respond to the attacks of his tongue and lips with the same aggression. Every time we kiss feels like jumping off a cliff and at the same time snuggling into my favorite blanket on the sofa—exciting and comforting.
His mouth moves almost possessively down my neck, teeth scraping. I shudder in response, loving the feel of his tongue on my sensitive skin.
“Then I should give you something before I go away.” He presses his hardening cock into my belly, making me suck in a breath.
Then he seals his mouth to the tender flesh just above my clavicle and sucks hard once again. I squirm against him as he holds still and marks me.
