Page 31 of The War Revision
He growls, slots his hips between my legs and closing his teeth around my pec, he bites hard.
“Fuck!” I scream arching my body toward the ceiling. He pinches one of my nipples between his teeth, flicking the barbell before licking the stinging sensation away. He does it a couple more times. My body jerks and spasms with every move he makes.
“I love these fucking piercings.” I think he mouths against the perky bud, but I’m too gone to care. “Hope this table is sturdy enough for this.”
The feral grin on his face should make me nervous. But my body throbs in response. Then his lube-slick cock brushes against mine, and I spread my legs even wider, like a bitch in heat.
We kiss again, and I lose all sense of reason. Everything fades away except him. His hand snakes between us, curling around us, pressing our dicks together, and eliciting a groan so deep I feel it in my soul. I buck my hips, desperate for friction and he takes pity on me. He starts stroking—giving it a fast tempo that makes my eyes roll inside my head. He pulls my fingers out of my hole and replaces them with his own. The ecstasy is too much, my upper body falls on the table, and I throw my head back against the wood, moaning like the eager slut I apparently am.
The smooth, demanding pressure of his fingers and the feel of his hard, warm cock against mine is driving me insane.
“Come, darling. Now.” Cole’s warm order on my lips and his callused fingers rubbing my prostate are too much.
I come, clenching hard around his digits. Pleasure pounds through my whole body, dragging out all the cum from my cock and then some. My balls ache, and I feel my release on my stomach, warm and sticky.
“Fucking perfect,” Cole almost snarls in my ear. He pushes his fingers deeper, cramming one more in, stretching me wider. My release goes on and on, I’m so lost in it, I can’t process what is happening. When I finally come down, Cole is panting, his eyes are squeezed shut and his hand is loose around our cocks.
Then I’m spun around so quickly I almost lose my balance on the table. Cole is behind me, keeping my torso bent over the tabletop, while my feet are planted on the floor.
He pushes his fingers back inside my hole and then gives my ass a couple of hard slaps.
“Yes!” I cry. My still-hard dick is trapped against the table, and it twitches with the delicious sting. While I clench tightly around his fingers.
“This is for making me drive for almost an hour with a hard dick in my pants.” His voice is gravelly, and he spanks me two more times. “This is for not waiting for me on your knees, like I told you.”
“I told why I couldn’t!”
He doesn’t interested in my explanation. Four more slaps. “This is for the mess you made.”
God, I’m dying. I need him so badly.
“Please. Fuck me!” I lose all sense of shame when I grasp my ass cheeks and pull them apart, to show Cole my hole still stuffed with his fingers.
He swears loudly, shoving me more firmly against the wooden surface. Then he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of my entrance before pulling them away.
I whine, but the sudden feel of his thick, hot, slippery blunt tip between my cheeks shuts me up. I’d shove myself onto his hard cock if Cole’s forearm on my back wasn’t pinning me down. I squirm loving the feeling of being trapped, overpowered. Instead of making me uneasy, it relaxes me, makes me feel safe.
He wedges his tip against the cleft of my ass, precum smearing over my sensitive skin. I suck in a sharp breath. He’s so thick. I pry my cheeks apart even more, Cole growls and ruts against me with more fervor, turning my crack into his fucksleeve.
The desire to be possessed by Cole, to be owned by his cock sneak up on me. And fuck, my sated dick starts growing again under me.
Leaning in, he rubs his lips over my neck, letting the obscene slick sound of his cock rubbing against my entrance drive me insane with want.
I sleep with men, and it’s hot and great but nothing more. I get off and part ways, and I like that. But this? This thing with Cole? It’s like a perpetual fire burning inside my belly, waiting for the moment we are together again to burst in high flames and devour us both.
Cole pants words into my skin as he humps me. “That’s it. Keep your cheeks wide open just like that. Mmm. Fuck, you make me so hard, darling.”
I turn my head to the side to get a look at him. His teeth are sinking into his lower lip, eyes focused on his dick rubbing on my ass so roughly my body keeps moving back and forth on the table. Mussed, dirty blond locks falling on his forehead. Goddammit, he’s a wet dream.
I whimper, wanting more. His cock inside me, pounding my prostate. But witnessing Cole turning mindless is so fucking amazing.
“The way you breathe. Fuck. Fuck,” he hisses.
He shudders violently, and his teeth graze my shoulder. “Ahhh. ” Hot fluid floods the cleft of my ass. It trickles down my ass cheeks. When it starts rolling down my thighs, Cole gathers the dribbles of cum up and slips the fingers deep inside me.
“Ass up, head down.” I do as he commands, dumbfound by his actions.
He pumps and pumps his fingers inside as he presses his other hand flat between my shoulder blades. Cole’s cum is inside me. The thought blows me clean off the edge, and I start moving my hips, impaling myself on his fingers, till out of the blue a bright white climax hits me. The pleasure robs my lungs of air and I clench, almost strangle his fingers, never wanting them to leave.
