Page 15 of Reunion
I landed on top of him and he let out a rush of breath as I started yanking my bow tie the rest of the way off. He pitched in, working the buttons free on my shirt. Our hips ground and moved against each other, the friction on my cock electric, powered by my long-standing crush and the voracious lust lurking in the pair of eyes trained on mine.
“Everything you said you wanted earlier, do you still want it?” I demanded, needing to hear him say it again.
“Yes.” Cole arched into me, voice close to a whine as I pinched his nipple through his shirt. “Fuck, yes.”
“It’ll hurt.”
His eyes were a blazing abyss of want that threatened my sanity. “Iwantit to.”
Just for a second, Cole’s smile went sharp and haughty; then I planted a palm in the center of his chest and held him down, levering upright to yank my shirt the rest of the way off. I went to work on his next. The tux buttons were a bitch, but his pants were easier to manage, and once I’d stripped him of the shirt, I tugged his pants down to midthigh and teased my thumb over the tip of his cock until the fabric of his boxers was soaking wet.
“God, get ’em off already.” Cole started bucking underneath me, trying to wriggle free as I chuckled.
“Still impatient as shit, too, I see. But we’ll work on that.” With a rough tug that forced a breathy gasp from him, I pulled his boxers down. His dick sprang free, thumping against the shallow rise and fall of his lower belly. He had a full nest of curly pubic hair, and a rosy plumped cock, head slick with precum that begged me to wrap my lips or fist around it.
“I’ll go off too soon if you—shit.”
I dragged the tip of my tongue along his length, fondling the heavy warmth of his balls in my hand before lacing my fingers with his to keep his hands pinned at his side. “You won’t until I tell you to, understood?”
“Fuck. Yeah. Okay. I mean…maybe?” Cole squirmed as I let my teeth lightly graze his head. “Goddamn, I think I’ve dug myself a hole, because right now I just want you to flip me over and fuck me so I can come and forget all the rest. I’d really,reallylike to feel you inside me and then come.”
I blazed a trail of kisses up his midline and throat, one more to his wet lips, then let go of his hand and reached between us, trailing my fingers over his hole until he writhed desperately. “You’ll come, I promise you that. Eventually.”
“Wait, where are…what’s happening?” he protested as I sat up and slid off the end of the bed, grasping his hand and forcing him to waddle along after me.
I led him to the dresser and pulled away with one last press of my lips to his before I reached and opened the lower three drawers one by one.
Cole’s eyes widened with each drawer opened. “This is like…a smorgasbord of kink. What are you, some kind of Kink Whisperer?” He poked at a pair of nipple clamps, then gripped the side of a drawer and kicked free of his pants and boxers.
“You wanted ‘kinky’, so here’s where it starts. Now—” I caught him by the chin, directing his attention back to me. “I’m almost certain that whatever you went back for is in here. Some version of it, at least. So find it. You don’t have to tell me. You just have to show me.” I smiled.
“God, you really are a fucking lawyer.” Cole worried his lower lip, one hand lightly stroking his cock as he eyed me, the hesitation in his gaze mixed with curiosity and intent that made me ache. He was into it. I could see that much. And god knew I was.
“Go ahead,” I prompted him.
With a huff that I was certain was purely for show, Cole fished through one of the drawers and, not finding what he wanted, closed it and moved to the next.
“I saw some of your videos.” He glanced up at me and then quickly away again, cheeks pinking adorably. “Actually all of them. I watched them all. It was…I had no idea.”
“Right after college. It was just for fun,” I replied, narrowing my gaze as he picked up a flogger and then put it back after a moment’s examination. “Did you enjoy watching them?”
Cole cut another look up at me, a crooked grin forming on his lips. This time his eyes held mine with confidence. “What do you think, you cocky bastard?”
“I think…” I nudged him aside and reached into the drawer, withdrawing a double-ended silicone sleeve that matched the one we’d seen in the shop yesterday. “That you should take this and show me how much you enjoyed yourself. That seems like a fair trade, hmm? You watched me. Now I watch you.”
His mouth dropped open. “How the fuck did you guess?”
“You spent an awful lot of time poking and prodding it at the shop. Then you kept looking back over at the shelf.” I pressed it into his hand and shut the drawers. “Did you use it already today?”
“Ran out of time before wedding stuff,” he grumbled.
“All the better.”
Cole rubbed a thumb over the end of the sleeve, brows drawing together. “So you want me to jack off with this while you watch?”
“That’s exactly what I want. You’re stalling.” He’d employed the same tactics when we were younger, and the twitch at the corners of his mouth suggested he knew I was on to him.
“But—”