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I’d obsessively studied Cole from the moment I walked through Franklin’s estate doors. We worked because I gave him what he needed even when he hadn’t known it was a need. And I didn’t judge him for any of it, and he returned the favor because it worked both ways.
I’d always needed to be the source of Cole’s happiness. The sole object of his affection and desire. Even when we were apart. Even when I wouldn’t admit it to myself. And he’d always needed to feel like he was corrupting an angel, dirtying me up and stealing my innocence from me.
When the fullness became too much to ignore, Cole made love to me in the shower, taking his time with me as we kissed and hugged each other tight the whole way through. And when we dried off, and I headed for his living room, Cole caught my hand.
“No more sofa. No more pretending we aren’t doing exactly what we’re doing. You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
Leave tomorrow for the future,I reminded myself before falling asleep all over him, his arms and legs securing me in a vice grip, my nose tucked into his neck.
Cole
WAKING WITH Aracing heart, and shielding my eyes from the blast of morning sun, I
sighed in relief when the reason for my panic proved unwarranted. Jasper was here. It was real. It hadn’t been a dream.
I generated an excessive amount of heat when asleep, and I’d kept him cocooned to me most of the night until it was either let him go, or drown in a pool of our combined sweat. At some point he’d found his way into my side anyway. Now he slept on his stomach, hairline sweaty, cheek flushed.
With a rough hand I grabbed his bare ass, my fingers so close to disappearing between his cleft, and he didn’t stir. Jasper could sleep like the dead if I exhausted his body enough. I trailed my gaze down the hickeys on his back, to the matching deep purple bruises I’d sucked onto the curve of his ass in between rimming him as he prayed for mercy on the lid of my Steinway.
I’d gotten carried away. I could’ve used the alcohol I’d barely drunk as an excuse, but the weak attempt at justification would’ve been transparent. Jasper’s body now reflected years of grief, of anger, resentment, betrayal, and love set free. I’d let it all go last night. I’d punished him for what the loss of him had done to me, and what not having him, even now as he slept peacefully in my bed, still did to me.
Fear tightened its claws around my heart because once Jasper woke up to what I’d done to him, with the night sky now behind us, and the lust cleared, he’d end this. Whateverthiswas. I couldn’t send him home in his current state.
“No marking.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do to you.”
I’d wanted to do more.
My gaze sought out the gold rope tieback holding the curtains apart at the window, and then the pale skin at his ankles and wrists, and suddenly I wanted him again. I’d need him often now.
My need would have to take a back seat to something more pressing. Careful to not jostle him, I slid from the bed, slowly closing the bedroom door before working my way to my office. I made some urgent calls, shifted a few things around, and told Leland to make sure the company jet was fueled and on the tarmac within a couple hours.
Hanging up, I stared at my erect cock, which hadn’t abated since leaving Jasper in my bed. Making my way to the living room for the bottle of lube I’d left there, I lathered my demanding erection, and then strode impatiently back to my bedroom. Jasper hadn’t moved from his position.
I kissed the backs of his thighs, moving closer to the place I hungered to feast from, spreading his plump mounds and inhaling him, leashing a hand around my base. He slept through it all, which only increased the level of my arousal.
I drizzled lube over his hole, watching him for signs of waking, but he continued to snore softly.
With one hand planted on the pillow next to his head, and the other drawing his ass cheek to one side, I entered him with restraint, knowing he had to be sore from last night.
He grunted, his lower half twinged, and I paused, balls hanging in the air.
Once his breathing evened out, I plunged in halfway. My thrusts were excruciatingly slow and fractional, withdrawing and re-entering, moaning softly and vibrating with the need to fill him absolutely. But the moment my pelvis tapped against his soft skin, this clandestine act of making love to him without his knowledge would end, and fucking him like this was almost as good as taking his ass while he shoutedno.
Jasper’s breathing quickened as his body became aware, but his eyes remained closed as if his brain hadn’t computed this wasn’t a dream. I buried my nose in his hair, barely scraping his scalp with my teeth as I savored these final few seconds.
He whispered my name groggily into his pillow, and I changed my angle, adopting a sideways motion as I sank in all the way, clenching my ass and jamming up against him, shoving him higher up the bed. I wanted everything in him, and I pried his ass apart further just to be sure he’d gotten every piece of me, that there was nothing holding me back. My toes scraped along the sheets, trying to find purchase as I fed and fed and fed him all of me.
I moved my head away in time to escape a headbutt as he came awake on a gasp and pushed to his palms.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, increasing my rhythm as he clenched around me. “Hold on,” I said, helping him to his knees and placing his hands on the headboard.
“Cole,” he said, adrift, arching his back and dropping his head between his shoulders.
I ran my slicked hands over his chest, through the trimmed, tight curls surrounding his cock, up his muscled back, and up and down his straining, extended arms. “It’s almost over, angel.”
“No,” he groaned, taking me so good I could’ve cried. I placed my hands on top of his, leaving him responsible for keeping his hips in place as I bore into him.
