I wanted to see him too, but facing him was kind of terrifying. I rolled over, releasing my dick from its prison trapped against the mattress. It was still made of stone, and it throbbed. But I didn’t touch it. I just watched, entranced, as Cole poured more oil onto his hands and knelt beside me, his own hard dick so close I could’ve leaned forward and licked it.
The thought alone was enough to make my cock bounce.
Cole saw it, of course he did, and his gaze darkened. He rubbed oil into my chest, brushing my nipples with his thumbs, and whispers of heat rippled through me.
He let his hands roam free, gliding over every sliver of skin he could reach, except where I wanted him most. But it didn’t seem to matter that he wasn’t touching my dick, pleasure built in my gut all the same, tightening, burning, making me jerk and gasp.
My cock leaked fluid onto my belly.
Cole swept it up with his slick hands, but it kept coming, and I was as transfixed by that as I was by him. My legs widened of their own volition. Cole slipped a hand between them, cupping my balls and then sliding a finger lower to tease my hole.
I tensed, bracing myself for him to press inside, but he didn’t. He brushed his fingertip over it again and again, and a desperate sound escaped me.Fuck.I was going to come and he was barely touching me.Think of something else.But there was no thought in the world powerful enough to stop the steamroller of sensation sluicing through me with every sweep of Cole’s hands on my abdomen. “I can’t... shit, that’s so good.”
Cole leaned down and put his lips to my ear. “I know it is. Don’t fight it. Let your body have what it wants.”
I shook my head. “Not yet. I want you to touch me.”
He was already touching me, but somehow, he knew what I meant. He reclaimed his hands and scooted away from me to sit against the pillows. He beckoned me to follow, and I lay down between his legs, his cock digging a hole in my back, while mine still stood hard and waiting for whatever he was going to give me.
Cole smoothed my hair back from my face and kissed my neck. His hands smelt of the spicy oils he’d rubbed into my skin, and his lips at my throat were electric. My hips bucked of their own accord.Again. But I was past the point of being self-conscious. I closed my eyes as his light kiss to my neck deepened, and his hands drifted down my body. One settled on my hip, and the other closed around my dick, squeezing so gently I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me.
“Shh.” Cole kissed my shoulder. “Just enjoy it.”
I was enjoying it, and if he was paying any attention to me at all, he knew it. I’d never been so wrecked by something so incredible. I was flushed and squirming, and sweat beaded every inch of my skin. Cole squeezed me again, then he started to jack me, slow and firm, twisting his hand in just the right place.
Another moan escaped me, louder this time, and I tipped my head back, lolling against Cole as I thrust up, chasing friction.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands. They flailed around until I found Cole’s legs, and I held on for dear life as my climax crashed into me and I came with a startled yell.
Hot come spurted out of my dick and painted my chest. Pleasure tightened every nerve in my body and then released it in waves of sensations I couldn’t describe. I moaned again and again, arching my back, and then it was over, and I slumped boneless into Cole’s waiting embrace. “Wow. Fuck. I mean... wow.”
Cole let my dick slip from his hand. “Yeah. Wow. That was unreal to watch. You have no idea how hot you are, do you?”
“No. Tell me another day, though, yeah? I don’t think I’ll remember anything you say right now.”
I wasn’t even joking. My brain was mush. Cole’s cock was still digging into my back, but I was too senseless to know how to fix it. I pushed back on it slightly. “What about you?”
Cole chuckled and held me tighter. “Don’t worry about that right now. Maybe next time you can return the favour.”
Next time. I considered what we’d already done, how he’d taken me apart with just the palms of his hands, and shook my head slightly, disbelief weighing my shaky limbs down. I’d never mademyselfcome like that with my own hand. How on earth was I ever going to return the favour?
10
Cole
Toby was shell-shocked, and I envied him and the blissed-out puddle of limbs he turned into after he came. He drowsed for a while, and I was happy to let him. I tipped my head back against the pillows and ran my hands through his damp hair, replaying how his sudden fascination with mine had got this party started. How his nervous fingers had slayed me, and now here we were, cuddled up on my bed, legs entwined, me counting his breaths, when all I’d had in mind was a couple of beers and a massage.
A naked massage. Don’t act like this is unexpected. You wanted to make him feel good.
Of course I had. That was the point. But I hadn’t counted on wanting to hold him so tight afterwards. That him resting in my arms would makemefeel so damn content.
My eyes grew heavy, but Toby stirred before I could join him in that magical place that wasn’t quite sleep, but better. His dark eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at me. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Maybe.” I let my hands slip from his hair. “You’re cute as fuck, though. I could watch you all night.”
“Watch me sleep?”
“You have a beautiful face.”