Cole’s smile was feral. “Have you?”
I frowned. “You know I’m as bi as the day is long.”
“I’ve never done more than made out with a guy before,” he admitted, vulnerability once again flashing over his face.
I caught his jaw between my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Hey. There’s no script here. No expectations.” I brushed my thumb over his cheekbone. “Just us figuring it out together.”
The tension in his shoulders eased slightly. “Together,” he repeated, like he was testing out the word. Then, he repeated it again, and this time, it sounded like a promise.
I fell back onto his expensive sheets and let a lazy smile spread across my face as I stretched out on his bed. I took my time with it, arching my back and extending my arms above my head, putting on a deliberate show of the muscles rippling under my skin.
Cole’s eyes darkened as they tracked every movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The weight of his gaze felt like a physical touch, hot and demanding, as it traced over the cut of my abs, the V of my hips, the thickness of mythighs. His fingers twitched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach out and claim what I was offering.
The power of holding his attention, of making the great Cole Carter speechless with want, sent a thrill through me. I’d seen that look on his face before when he watched Eva submit, when he issued commands and she obeyed. But this was different. This time, that hungry gaze was all for me.
My cock twitched, and he grinned before sliding onto the bed beside me and running his hand down my chest, wrapping his fingers around me.
I moaned.
“You like that,” he murmured, amazement in his voice.
“Fuck yes, I do,” I gasped, throwing my head back and luxuriating in the feeling of Cole’s fingers on my cock.
He spit on us, where his hand met my skin, then did it again before moving up to smear the precum leaking out of me until his hand could pump smoothly over my pierced cock.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” I moaned. “Feels so good.” I sank into the covers of his bed as he moved his hand up and down with frustrating slowness. “More,” I commanded, but he didn’t change his rhythm.
I fought the urge to buck my hips, to force myself up into his hand and reveal how close I was to losing control. “Don’t fucking tease me,” I growled eventually. “I’m not Eva.”
“No?” He raised a mocking eyebrow.
In response, I rolled over him, held up with my hands by his ears. “No,” I snapped then rolled my hips, sliding my cock against his.
He moaned then melted back into the bed, letting me press our bodies together. He wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck, dragging my lips over his. “I need you,” hesaid softly. “I don’t know shit about anything else right now, but I know I need you.”
He slid one hand between us, and I rolled us to our sides, reaching my hand to wrap around his cock. We stared into each other’s eyes, until I couldn’t hold back my laughter and rolled onto my back. “We’re idiots, you know that?”
Cole snorted but didn’t stop the slow pump of his hand around me. “Do you want flowers and sweet nothings in your ear? Romance?”
“I want you,” I said.
“Fucked up, broken me,” he murmured before crawling down to kneel between my thighs.
I shrugged then reached for him again. “Fucked up me, too.”
He smacked my stomach. “You’re not fucked up. You’re the best of all of us.”
I would have disagreed, but the hot, wet feel of his mouth around me sent every thought I’d ever had flying from my head.
“Cole, baby,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his blond hair, careful not to apply any pressure at all, letting him explore me with his tongue. Fuck, that magic tongue. He worked his way up and down me, tasting, kissing, sucking, then swiped his tongue over the tip of my cock.
“Fuck yes,” he said as he lapped up my precum.
“Cole,” I moaned helplessly, my hips twitching with the effort to sit still.
He took me between his lips again and then took me all the way down. My hips rose off the bed, unable to control myself. Oh fuck, his mouth. His eyes shot to mine, that strange vulnerability in them again, and I realized what he needed. Cole might act untouchable, but he needed reassurance as much as any of us.
“Yes, baby, oh fuck, it feels so good, don’t stop, please,” I babbled, trying to keep it together enough to praise him. God, was I his first blowjob? What a fucking gift.