Page 46 of Shot For Mercy

“I want you just the way you are,” he whispers. “Ineedyou just the way you are. And that’s never going to change.”

“Don’t be jealous,” I blurt out. “I only want you, Em. It’s only going to ever be you. I—” I shake my head. “There’s no one else for me.”

Emiliano beams at that, and I can tell he’s trying to hold back, but he can’t. It makes butterflies dance in my stomach, and when he leans into me to kiss me, I close my eyes to savor the moment.

The first press of his lips against mine makes my stomach flutter. I suck on his bottom lip, tugging roughly on it, and then we alternate until he’s doing it back to me. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, and when I shove my tongue past his lips, he moans. His hands travel down to my hips, and he rubs my ass over his hard cock.

We rut against each other for a while, my lips never leaving his, until it’s necessary to come up for air. And then I get up and hook my fingers into his sweatpants, and Emiliano lifts his ass to help me out. I shuck his pants to the ground, trailing my fingers up his thick thighs, and Em spreads his legs to accommodate me between them. I get a prime view of his hole, and I wonder if he’d ever let me in it. Would he let me show him the wonders of a prostate orgasm? I don’t know, but I sure as hell will try.

Emiliano looks at me with lust in his eyes, and I want to show him why I’m the one for him. Why he should keep me. I want to show him how good I can make him feel, but mostly, I want to show him how much I care for him. How much I love him. I think I could do that through sex. But it also makes me wonder if that’s the only thing he wants me for?—

“What are you thinking about?” Em whispers, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Hmm?”

“Nothing.” But I don’t make eye contact, and we both know I’m lying through my teeth. I don’t want to bare my insecurities to him though. So I lean in and lick his slit, then suck the head of his cock into my mouth.

Emiliano yanks me off him roughly. “I asked you a question.”

“I—” I shake my head. “Do you only want me for sex?”

His eyes widen. “No.” He brushes his knuckles over my cheekbone, then cups my face. “I don’t.”

I nod slowly. “Are you going to keep me a secret?”

“No,” he replies, his fingers tightening. “We can tell Matteo whenever you want. My brothers already know.”

My eyes widen. “They do?”

“Yes, Cole.” His jaw clenches, and I suck in a sharp breath. “This means something to me.”

“This means everything to me,” I admit. “I wouldn’t survive you breaking my heart, Em.”

His eyes turn soft, and my heart flips. “I won’t,” he says with conviction. “I won’t break your heart.”

“Swear it,” I breathe. “Give me your word.”

His jaw clenches. “I give you my word.”

The way he says it lets me know he’s serious about it. I can tell he means it, and my body relaxes. I think about sucking his dick, but that’s no longer going to do it for me. I need him to fuck me. I need him inside of me. Right fucking now.

“Come on,” I tell him, getting up from between his legs and grabbing his sweatpants from the ground. I reach for him, and he grabs my hand, getting up from the couch. “Let’s go to my room.”

Emiliano squeezes my hand, and I halt, looking back at him. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I smile softly at him. Trying to reassure him. “I want you to fuck me.”

I lead him to my room and lock the door, the sound loud in the silence between us. Em stands there, ready to follow my lead, but I just go to my drawer and grab a bottle of lube and my thickest vibrator, then place them on the bed. Before he can ask me what I’m doing, I begin to shed my clothes, and I watch with a smirk as his cock twitches. He wraps a hand around it tightly, then begins to stroke slowly, and my mouth goes dry.

Yeah, I’mreallygoing to enjoy this.

Cole’s naked body is a work of art. He has tattoos all over—just like I do—but I’m intrigued anyway. Not for the first time, I wonder what all of the tattoos mean to him. Did he get them because they’re pretty? Or because of something deeper?

He makes a deep sound at the back of his throat, breaking me out of my thoughts. His eyes are on my cock as I squeeze it tightly at the base, trying to keep myself from getting too excited. He smirks at me knowingly, and I grin, unable to deny that Icouldcome just like this. From his eyes on me. I stroke myself slowly, my wrist twisting roughly, and Cole groans at the sight.

“Fuck,” he breathes, climbing onto the bed and lying on his back. “You look so fucking sexy, Emiliano.”

My breath stutters as he coats his fingers with lube and stuffs them in his ass, the groan that leaves him making my stomach clench, my abs bunch. I watch him scissor his fingers inside of himself, stretching. He’s not seeking to pleasure himself right now; it’s all very methodical, and I watch curiously until he pulls out. Except he just grabs the dildo immediately, pressing the tip to his entrance, then pushing it in until he’s stuffed full.

My breath leaves me on a gasp as I watch him take the dildo all the way in his ass, then pull it out to the tip and slam it back in. Cole moans long and loud, and then he presses a button on the base of it and the sound of vibration fills the room.

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