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“Oh.” Cole set his phone on the coffee table and turned so he fully faced me. “I thought you were joking when you asked if porn was normal.” He palmed my naked thigh, and I had no way of retreating. “When I realized I was bisexual, I also realized that normal was all relative. Being bi or gay means you’re living outside of social norms. I struggled with that. But being normal stops being important at some point.” Cole pulled me into his lap. “The question is: are you okay with porn?”
I took a second to think about my answer. “I’m not opposed, but I don’t understand why we’d watch it when we have each other.”
“This is new to both of us. Think of porn as a way to speed date our preference. Thirty seconds of a specific kink, and we’ll both know if it turns us on. In an hour, we can cover a hundred different things. It saves time and uncomfortable situations.” Cole’s hand coasted up and down my leg.
Being surrounded by Cole, sitting in his lap, touched something in me. I’d curled myself into him, wanting every bit of me to have skin-to-skin contact. “Sounds efficient, but I don’t think I’ll be uncomfortable with you.” His heady scent pulled my nose into the crook of his neck.
Cole squeezed me tighter. “Let’s just say, for example, I want to use something other than my hand on you. You agree solely to please me, and I don’t notice you’re uncomfortable. You can tell how much I’m enjoying it, so you’re reluctant to speak up. We can avoid a situation before it starts. You can watch a video and say no thank you. There is no pressure in the moment.” Cole’s entire hand covered my head as he stroked my hair.
We watched clips from more porn than I knew existed in the world. As I sat on his lap, he kept his hand wrapped around my dick, so he’d know what turned me on. And his cock sat snug in the crack of my ass, so I could tell the same. When he insisted that I was not allowed to come, I didn’t think it would be a problem. But I underestimated Cole’s effect on me as well as the porn.
“You did so good.” Cole gave my dick a lazy stroke as he nuzzled my ear.
I grunted, strung out and ready to blow at any moment, but he wouldn’t let me. Cole rose off the couch with me in his arms, but he set me on the floor. I blinked up at him in confusion.
In all his god like naked glory, Cole started toward my bedroom and barked, “Come.” I pushed off the floor but his glare halted me. He snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet.
Cole was the only person I’d ever encountered who crashed my brain on a regular basis. Even though my mind protested, my body had already begun to crawl toward him. My dick bobbed, my balls hung heavy between my legs, and I tingled with excitement.
He waited until I was at his feet before he continued into my room.
“Kneel.” When I obeyed, he stroked my cheek and asked, “Do you want me to make all the decisions about how to make you feel good?”
It was strange to feel so powerful on my knees. He was asking my permission, even though my face probably gave away my lust. I pushed all the thoughts of shame out of my head because this was exactly what I needed to silence my mind. He knewIwanted this, and I refused to deny myself anything with him.
From a kneeling position at the foot of the bed, I dropped my gaze and put my palms on my thighs. His fingers sifted through my hair, and I leaned into his touch. I needed a haircut, but I’d never cut it if Cole kept his fingers in it.
Cole lifted my chin with two of his fingers so our eyes met. His gaze flicked to the bed, and I crawled up onto it. “Stay on your hands and knees,” he ordered when I reached the middle.
My body was tense with anticipation. Cole fisted my hair in one hand as the other ran down my shoulder, my back, and over my ass. He kept up the circular pattern until my muscles were relaxed and pliant. He shifted to the end of the bed to massage both my ass cheeks, and his thumb stroked my hole. A groan ripped out of my throat unbidden.
“That’s it. I want to hear all your sounds, Pretty Boy.” Cole’s fingertips dug into my hip.
Cole’s desires were commands that stoked my passion higher. His praise was addicting. With the first crack on my ass, I moaned unabashedly. Like last time, the first few strikes were pure pain, but then, the rhythm lulled me into a state of calm contentment. Cole soothed my aching skin by kneading it.
“I fucking love seeing your ass rosy and begging for me.” The low timber in Cole’s voice shuddered through me from my head to my toes.
His tongue allayed the sting even further, and I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of me.
“Please, Daddy, please.” My cheek hit the duvet as I pushed my ass back against his face.
I didn’t know what I was asking for, but it felt vital to have more.
“You don’t come until I tell you.” Cole slapped my glute. “Your cum is mine,” he growled.
“Yes,” I agreed, nodding my head into the bed. “It’s yours. All yours.”
“Don’t move.” He pulled away from me, and I heard his footsteps retreat.
If I had one ounce of shame, I’d regret the high-pitched whine keening out of me. But Cole’s deep chuckle and hand twisting in my hair as he stood at the side of the bed, assuaged any negative thoughts.
“So needy. So ready for this.” Cole purred, tilting my head to the side, so he could watch my face. In his other hand, he flipped open a small bottle of lube with his thumb and poured it down the crack of my ass. My moan was indecent. “You’re so responsive. You’re going to love this.” Cole’s grin was feral.
He tossed the lube aside and massaged it around my hole. It fluttered under his thumb, and he hummed with approval. He watched my expression meticulously for—I assumed—pain or discomfort, but soon his eyes wandered down to where his thumb pressed into me. I pushed back, but my muscles tensed involuntarily.
“Relax.” Cole leaned over and ghosted his lips across my forehead. His cheek glided over my hair, caressing my head as he watched his thumb push in and out of me in shallow strokes. “You need more lube.”
He withdrew from me.