Page 14 of Reunion

“Fuck’s sake, quit talking and move faster, then.” I tugged his hand, and we sped toward the lobby doors before we could get interrupted again.

6

Dane

If there’d ever been a more potent combination of words in the English language thanI want to be topped into next week and my ass striped red like Christmas bunting,I didn’t know them.

I couldn’t get Cole to my apartment fast enough. He’d wanted to return to his hotel room to grab the set of canes I’d given him, but I cut him off, explaining that I had plenty of my own. The way his eyes had gone hot with untempered desire turned me on more than anything had in months.

We cut through traffic across the street toward my apartment catty-corner at the end of the block, his hand locked tightly with mine and a kind of desperation in the way we rushed toward the building.

Once the elevator doors slid shut behind us, I backed Cole against the opposite wall, pinned his hands above him, and laced my fingers with his. His breath came in rough pants of exertion. His dick was obscenely hard and prodding me.

Old fantasies swam in filthy fragments through my mind, creating a riptide effect on my libido that had me damn near growling as he sucked in another breath and pushed his hips against me.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and I released one of his hands, sliding it the length of his arm to wrap around his throat.

“Fuck.Please,” he groaned, as I gave his pulse the slightest squeeze and felt him swallow.

Cole’s lips parted with the pressure of my fingers, and he muttered another curse as I closed in with every intention of devouring his mouth, of kissing him with all the brutish fire that had built up inside me over the years. But his eyes widened, the blue irises a tiny ring around the wide aperture of his pupils, glossy and lust struck as he moaned, and I slowed at the last minute. Instead of crushing my mouth to his and taking him in the ravenous gulps my libido tried to demand, I swept my lips over his softly, tasting him in small, indulgent sips that burned through me and made my knees weak as he clutched me.

I’d spent endless hours in high school fantasizing about what kissing Cole would be like, letting the possibilities pile up in the back of my mind, visually tracing the shape of his mouth, imagining the taste of his smile. I’d probably spent half of senior year jerking off to exactly what was playing out now, before the fantasies had wandered down darker and dirtier paths. I’d come back to this one over the years, though. The simplicity of it, wondering how and if my life might have changed had I been bolder back then.

Cole’s breath hitched, fingers knotting my shirt as his tongue slid along mine. Warm, wet, and languid for all the intensity with which I’d thrust him up against the wall. And Christ, then came other noises. The whisper of his nails scratching across my back, another choked gasp as I moved my lips to his neck, gripped his waist, and rolled my hips against his, causing our erections to glide alongside each other.

“God, that’s good. We should’ve done this last night.” Cole sucked in a sharp breath as I bit his collarbone.

“Agreed.” We were actually a decade overdue, in my opinion. But I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Really?”

“Yes. I wanted you.” I’d never gotten any hint from Cole in high school that he’d been interested in me, had never assumed that I cropped up in his mind over the years the way he did mine. None of that mattered now, of course, since I clearly had him on the hook and was going to take it for all it was worth. He wanted down, dirty, and kinky? Well, I was hell-bent on giving him that in spades.

We fumbled from the elevator to my apartment, where I all but shoved Cole inside, then promptly stumbled into his back.

“Nice digs,” he murmured after a sweeping a hasty glance over the open-concept space, then turned around, yanking my bow tie loose as he pulled me closer. “You’re a lawyer, right?”

“Mmph.” My intendedyesdissolved into a groan as he nipped at my jaw. I tugged his shirttails from his pants and found the warm skin of his back.

“Dad always wanted me to go to law school—oh fuck, that’s sexy—I probably should’ve listened.” Cole’s fingers tunneled into my hair and tugged the nerve endings awake. “More job security. Nicer apartments.Shit,” he gasped as I slid my fingers along his waistband and dipped inside.

“Overrated, but it comes with nice views.”

Cole danced his fingertips over the length of my erection until I caught his wrist in my hand. I pressed into him, caging him against the back of the couch, while I used my other hand to tip his chin up so his gaze met mine.

“I want to know what you went back to Ace’s Wild and bought.”

Cole narrowed his eyes defiantly. “I didn’t.”

“Oh yes, you did. You looked like Charlie walking into Wonka’s chocolate factory for the first time when we were there.”

“I’m not telling you,” he insisted and, as if to try to distract me, squeezed my dick through my pants.

“Maybe not tell me, no. But you’ll show me.”

Before Cole could protest, I kissed the inclination from his lips and backed him toward the bedroom, laughing when we bumped into the doorframe.

I had a grand idea of slowing down, taking my time. I was typically patient; there was nothing I loved more than some good old-fashioned edging, and I would’ve reveled in stripping Cole down, article by article, inhibition by inhibition, until we were nothing more than primal instinct and sweaty flesh. But his knees hit the back of the bed, and instead of that becoming a convenient stopping point for undressing, Cole free-fell backward and pulled me along for the ride.