Page 34 of Shot For Mercy

All I know is that rationality is flying out the window. I’m angry at myself for wanting him. Angry at Cole for wanting me back. And lastly, pissed off at my son for loving the only person I’ve ever truly wanted. That’s the problem, right? I’m trying to be a good dad—a good person—so I won’t let myself have Cole. I’m a fucking martyr. Why can’t I ever have something for just myself?

Cole is probably going to grab his stuff and leave me as soon as we make it back to the penthouse, which is exactly right about now, considering we’re pulling into the garage parking lot. I tense, unwilling to let him walk away from me. I’ll tie him to my fucking bed if I have to—if that’s what it takes to keep him by my side.

I’ll chain him to me.

Cole opens the car door before we’re even parked all the way, rushing toward the elevators. I jog after him, and when he attempts to shut the door on me, I slip my foot into the crack and force the doors back open. His nostrils flare as he huffs through his nose, and I crowd him until his back hits the wall. It takes me back to the bathroom, when I spanked him, and my cock hardens. Worst timing ever too, if the narrowing of his eyes is any indication. He wants nothing to do with me now that the high of the moment has worn off.

“Cole,” I whisper, a choked sound. “Don’t do this.”

Cole pushes me away, and I stumble back a step just as the elevator doors swing open at the penthouse level. He sidesteps me, walking down the hallway in a hurry, and I follow after him. I seem to be doing that a lot, and for a split second, I wonder what the hell he’s doing to me. Is he fucking with me? What does he actually want?

Before he can reach his bedroom, I grab his arm and pull him towards my room. Then I slam the door and lock it for good measure. We face off against each other, our chests heaving in unison, and before I even know what I’m doing, I crowd him. My hand cups his jaw gently, and he looks away. That won’t do.

Tightening my hand on his jaw, his eyes flash to mine. I know I’m hurting him, but I’m beyond caring. I need him. Right now, I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone. “Submit,” I growl.

“No,” he snarls, gritting his teeth.

I grab his hair tightly, then push on his shoulder roughly, shoving him down to his knees. He tries to get out of my grasp, but I just pull on his hair harder until he whimpers. And, fuck, the sound goes straight to my cock.

“Emiliano,” he growls, but instead of answering, I let go of his hair and give his shoulders a firm push, causing him to land on his ass.

Cole looks at me with a fire in his eyes that should scare me; instead, it turns me on further. He wants to murder me, I can tell, and yet I’d still give him whatever he wanted. I’m at his fucking mercy, and he doesn’t realize it.

“What thefuck—” he snaps, and I drop to my knees between his spread legs. I put my hands on his chest and push again until his back and head meet the carpet.

I unbutton his jeans and shove them down along with his boxer briefs until they’re under his ass. His cock springs free, pretty and pink and fucking mouthwatering. I want to—“Let me suck you off.”

“W-w-what?” Cole stutters.

“You fucking heard me,” I breathe, lowering my face to his nipple and wrapping my lips around it. I lick it once more after letting go of it, then bite down on it. He groans, his back arching off the carpet. “I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to teach me what you like.”

Cole’s exhale is shaky, and I put us face to face. He looks up at me with wide eyes, and I take him in. The black hair over his forehead. The chiseled jawline. His narrow, pierced nose. Beautiful, pouty lips. The bottom one slightly fuller than the top. Then his eyes—the color of a Canadian lake. Practically transparent. Barely blue. And I—I just get lost in those eyes.

“You’re staring,” Cole whispers.

“How could I not?” I breathe, brushing his hair off his forehead with one hand while supporting myself with the other. “You’re beautiful.”

His eyes turn watery, and he closes them immediately, not wanting to look weak in front of me. It doesn’t bother me though, and when a tear slips out of the corner of his eye, I kiss it away. It’s too fucking tender, this moment, and it’s going to fucking crush me if he keeps it up.

“Please, Em,” Cole whispers. “Yes.”

I lean into him and kiss his lips softly, then tug on the bottom one with my teeth. He makes this soft little sound at the back of his throat, barely audible, and I bite down harder until I can taste the coppery sweetness of his blood in my mouth. I lick his lip for good measure, then bend down lower to suck on his neck. I know I shouldn’t, not really, but it doesn’t stop me from leaving a bruise behind. I’m feeling possessive of him after being in his body one fucking time. I don’t even want to think about what will happen after tonight.

I go back to his nipple and bite it, and the groan that comes from him makes my balls throb. He really loves nipple play.Noted. My hands roam his body, caressing and groping as I make my way down to his abs, and I run my tongue over every line until my lips meet the head of his cock. I have two choices: I change my mind, or I take him in my mouth and hope I don’t fuck it up. Choice two wins. My tongue laps up the pre-cum at the tip of Cole’s dick, and then I suck the head into my mouth softly.

“Oh, fuck,” Cole moans loudly, his hands coming to rest on the back of my head. “More tongue.”

I twirl my tongue around the head as I suck him deeper into my mouth, then take half of him between my lips. His hands tighten in my hair, and he shoves me down his cock until the tip of my nose meets the trimmed hair at the base. I gag violently, and he chuckles.

“You wanna suck my cock, baby?” He groans when I hollow my cheeks on the way up. My stomach flips at the wordbaby, as if I’ve never been called that before. “You gonna take it all?”

I take him to the back of my throat once more, inhaling sharply when he holds me there.

“Swallow,” he says, and I do it—with effort. I gag once more, and he lets me up a little, but not before tears spill from my eyes. “You’re such a good boy for me, Em.” My cock tingles at the praise, and I rub against the carpet, chasing friction. “You look so fucking pretty when you gag on my cock. Look at these tears, baby…”

“Mmm,” I moan as he brings a thumb to my cheek and brushes away a tear, then licks it up. Who knew sucking his cock would get me this hot and bothered?Goddamn.

I tug on his balls lightly as he shoves his cock down my throat again, this time fucking my face. Tears spill down my cheeks, and he goes harder when two of my fingers find his taint and I rub it.

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