Page 88 of Shot For Mercy

SIX WEEKS LATER

It’s been six weeks since Cole came home from the hospital. Six weeks of worrying that he’d change his mind about me. Matteo hasn’t been around since the last time he came to see Cole, and I’m kind of grateful for it. We’ve been going to family therapy once per week for the past month, and I know these things take time, but I thought I’d see a difference in his demeanor sooner. Turns out he still hates me. I don’t blame him, I’d hate me, too. Sometimes I do hate myself for what I’ve done to him. But then I come home to Cole and I can’t feel anything but happiness. I know I’m selfish, but I’ve never claimed to be anything else.

Today is the day Cole was physically cleared by the doctor to resume normal activities, which means he has expectations. I plan to meet every single one. I’m ready to fuck him into the mattress, and as he comes out of the bathroom completely naked, I can’t help but admire him. He’s beautiful. Golden skin on display for me, his half-hard cock hanging heavily between his legs. My mouth waters at the thought of what I want to do to him, and he smirks knowingly.

Cole walks toward me with purpose, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. I hold his hips in a bruising grip, knowing I can be as rough as I want now. Though the thought isn’t appealing today. No, I want nice and slow, gentle. I want him to remember this moment for the rest of his life. I want him to dream about it.

He grinds his ass over my cock, giving it life, and I harden immediately. I want inside him right now, but more than that, I want him down my throat. I want to smell him, taste him, feel him. I want it all with him. So I grab him by the hips and hoist him up until he’s straddling my chest instead. His cock bobs in front of my face, the slippery crown touching my lips. I lick him, wanting a taste, and moan.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth, Em?” Cole asks me, a sultry tone to his voice, and I nod.

“Yes.”

“Open for me,” he demands, pressing the head of his cock between my lips. I open my mouth and let him in, sucking on the tip. “Fuck, you’re way too good at that.”

I beam, proud of myself for bringing him pleasure, and take him farther. I suction my cheeks and pull him to the back of my throat and breathe in deeply when he holds himself there. I gag violently, but he doesn’t let up.

“Relax your throat for me.” I do, and he goes deeper. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Em?” My stomach tightens at the praise, and I swallow around him. “So fucking good for me, baby.”

Cole pulls back and thrusts back in, slightly shallow, or at least not all the way in my throat. I’m able to breathe through it, then begin to bob my head up and down to help him out a little. I reach between us to play with his taint, then slide a finger back to his hole, and he moans loudly. I can tell he’s close from the way his cock thickens even more, from the way it twitches between my lips. I want him to break. I want him to let go.

I grab the lube next to me and coat my fingers with it, then bring them to his hole. Breaching him with one finger, I go deep and slow, taking my time. By the time I add a third finger, Cole is a panting, groaning mess. He’s been fucking my mouth lazily, as if he has all fucking day, when in reality, I know he’s been waiting for this.

I give him what he needs, crooking my fingers until I find his prostate, and he shoves his cock back down my throat with a powerful thrust. I gag, and no amount of breathing in through my nose makes it better, but when I pass over his prostate twice more, he comes down my throat with a low moan. It has to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Yes, Em,” Cole breathes, slowing down, his cock softening between my lips. “That was amazing.”

I smile as he pulls out of my mouth, and he looks down at me with excitement. I have to say I’m pretty excited too. It’s been an eternity since I’ve been inside of him, and I need it like I need air. Cole drops to the bed beside me and lies down with his head on his pillow, looking like a god. I’m ready to worship him, make him mine. I’m ready to watch this angel fall from grace.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I get up and kneel between his legs. He spreads them wide, giving me a nice view of his hole, and I swallow hard. I’m probably going to embarrass myself and come in five seconds, but I don’t even care anymore.

I coat my cock with lube, then pull Cole down slightly by his thighs and spread them even more. I notch the tip at his entrance and push in slowly; the heat enveloping me, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“Fuck,” I grunt, slowly feeding him inch by inch until I’ve bottomed out. “You feel like heaven.”

Cole smirks, but when I pull back all the way to the tip and slam my hips against his ass, he moans. I know it’s hitting his prostate with every thrust, and I watch him harden right before my eyes. But this isn’t how I want to do this today. I don’t want to be hard and rough. I want soft and slow. I want to savor him. I want to remind him who he really belongs to—but gently.

I lower myself over him until we’re sharing breath, then roll my hips gently. His legs wrap around my waist, squeezing as my hips meet his ass, and he moans loudly.

“Right there,” Cole pants against my lips, and I look into his eyes. They’re dilated, black swallowing blue, and my stomach flips. “Oh, God.”

My forehead meets his as I close the distance between us and kiss him.

The first press of our lips makes butterflies take flight in my stomach, a whole swarm of them. They’re going crazy, and I’m getting lightheaded. Cole slips his tongue between my lips, stroking, searching, teasing. My cock grows impossibly harder, and I feel his leaking between our bodies, the pre-cum sticky on my skin.

My moan echoes in the otherwise silent room, and Cole’s legs tighten around my waist. I go a little faster, a little harder, desperation suddenly clawing at my insides. I need to come. I need it. I need to come inside of him. I want to mark him, prove that he’s mine and only mine.

I pull away from him, pressing my lips to his throat, and suck hard. It’s going to leave a bruise, and the thought of it only makes me hotter, makes me fuck him faster until we’re sliding up the bed toward the headboard.

“Mmmm,” I moan. “Fucking hell, baby. I’m gonna come. I can’t take it anymore.”

I angle my hips just right, and Cole’s back arches off the bed. I know I hit the right spot, so I do it over and over again until my spine begins to tingle and my balls draw up. His cum bursts out of him in spurts, coating every inch of skin between us, and I lose my rhythm. A moment later, I’m coming inside of him, my cock jerking and filling him to the brim. I don’t pull out yet, but I still feel the warmth of me leaking out of him around my dick.

“I can’t believe you made me wait the full six weeks,” Cole says with a gasp as I pull out of him slowly. “Fuck you for that.”

I smirk and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Yes, well, I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Do my feelings count?” He pouts and I chuckle. “Because if they do, then you failed miserably.”

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