Page 16 of Reunion

“Then I’m going to redden your ass before I fuck you senseless.”

He sucked in a breath. “Wow. Can you do more of that? Like…talking? Telling me what to do?” He ducked his head shyly and then shook it, seeming to come to some conclusion within himself as he met my gaze head-on.

“I happen to excel at it. C’mere.”

His hand trembled slightly in mine as I led him back to the edge of the bed and slid my hands up his naked biceps to his shoulder, urging him down onto the mattress.

“I thought Doms were supposed to be all ruthless,” he said as I took the sleeve from his hand.

“You’ve been watching too much porn.” I reached into the nearby nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube, drizzling some inside the toy and rubbing it around the rim. “Just like anything else, there’s not one correct version. Just what works between two people. Or three. Or however many. It’s not even about me barking out orders and you complying. It’s about us doing something for each other. It’s about the exchange and the energy. It’s just another version of intimacy and trust.”

Dropping to a crouch in front of Cole, and reading his nervousness, I pressed the toy into his hand and then kept mine atop his, guiding it gently down onto his stiff cock. The taut muscles in his thighs jumped, and the fine dusting of hair above his kneecaps stood on end.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned the second the silky sleeve covered his tip. His quads tensed as his head fell back, and I could tell he wanted to buck into the slippery friction, so I kept a light hold on his wrist, keeping the pace steady as I nudged one knee wider with my other hand and cupped his balls. Heavy and full and so damn warm in my grip.

“Been missing out, right?”

“More than you could possibly know.” He nodded emphatically, then bit down on his lower lip and hissed as I squeezed his sac. His cock twitched and flexed as the sleeve moved over it.

“You’re getting me so fucking hard right now, watching you work that beautiful cock.” I kept my gaze fastened to him, gauging his reaction and biting back a smile when he nodded again and began to stroke himself faster. He liked the praise, liked being told what to do, and fuck it was lighting me up inside. I would’ve been happy with a quick and sloppy exchange of blowjobs. But this? It was even more than I’d hoped for.

Cheeks flushed, Cole let out a breathy laugh. “Good. Because I feel a little ridiculous right now. Excited, but ridiculous.”

“Want to see how hard you’re making me?”

“Fuck yes.”

I kept my hand on his knee as I levered myself upright and lowered my zipper, letting my cock pop free. Precum oozed from my slit, and Cole’s gaze fixed on it as I jerked my shaft a few times, weaving my other hand through the back of his hair.

“God, you’re…wow. And sexy as anything. Can I suck it?” His eyes seconded the plea, so big and imploring that a delicious streak of electricity raced up my spine, and my dick throbbed harder in my grip.

“Not yet.”

Cole huffed in obvious frustration as I stepped closer, my cock bobbing stiffly between us, nearly touching his lips, just as much torturing myself with the desire to force myself into his mouth as I was him. His panting breaths washed over my tip, immensely arousing and tantalizing. I tugged on the roots of his hair, angling his head back as I tightened my fist around my cock and stroked it slowly.

“You look incredible like this,” I told him softly. “Throat stretched tight, lips wet and red, cheeks flushed.”

A shiver raced through Cole’s shoulders as he let out a whimper and bucked his hips into the sleeve.

“Ease up,” I warned him when I could tell he was getting close. I massaged his scalp with my fingertips, but when it was evident he needed more distraction, pressed the head of my cock against his lips. His eyes asked the question again, and this time I answered with a nod.

Cole opened his mouth and traced the shape of my tip with his tongue and then took it into his mouth. Silky, wet heat engulfed me, and he kept his gaze steady on me as he kissed and lapped at my dick. It was all I could do not to thrust into him, to claim his throat the way I was tempted to. He kissed down my shaft and, with another flick of his big blue eyes up at me, sucked on my balls, wetting the zipper of my pants. The soft, slurpy sounds of his licks and kisses sank deep to my core and set me on fire. When he came back up and took my full length in, I thrust deep into his throat, giving over to the hot suction in rough, carnal strokes until Cole choked around me and I pulled him off, giving him a second to breathe.

“Turn around and get your ass in the air for me, gorgeous.”

7

Cole

My heart hammered out of control—a foreign sensation after so many months of feeling little excitement for anyone at all—and my dick had phased from eager interest to aching demand. I was nervous that the second I felt any kind of friction against the sheets, I’d bust my nut. No one I’d been with had ever said anything like that to me before, and there was a serious difference between listening to dirty talk on a porno and having it spoken to me like Dane had direct access to my fantasies and knew exactly what would get me hot.

I moved so quickly in response that I almost lost my footing scrambling to twist around on the bed, reeling both from Dane’s forceful thrusts into my mouth and having used a toy on myself in front of him. I’d jacked off with partners before, but it had always been a few casual strokes here and there before I blew a guy or he blew me, or fisting my cock while getting fucked. Dane had watched me with a greedy, half-lidded gaze, like he was getting off solely on my performance. It’d made me feel sexy and wanted. It also made me realize I’d been severely repressing myself, because after I’d gotten over the initial shock and my own awkwardness of performing for an audience, I’d loved him watching me like that and telling me what to do.

“Like this,” Dane directed, hands smoothing over my hips and positioning me. He caressed my sides, the nape of my neck, and squeezed my asscheeks, every touch a heady blend of soothing electricity, a mesmerizing hum of sensation moving over my body. I never could’ve done this with a stranger. Hell, I’d never have been able to do this with my ex. But Dane was different; even if I hadn’t seen him a decade, I still had an innate trust in him.

His weight settled against the back of my thighs, and he adjusted my hips slightly. “God, you’ve got a nice ass,” he murmured, and the appreciation combined with the huskiness of his voice tightened my balls.

“Thank you. It’s my top-selling feature.” I silently patted myself on the back for the stupid number of squats I’d incorporated into my gym routine over the last several months.