Page 27 of Shot For Mercy

“Lower,” he tells me, and I breathe in deeply. “Touch me.”

I shake my head, even though he can’t see me, but wash the firm globes, then kneel to wash his legs. He turns around as I’m on my knees, and when his cock bobs in front of my face, I lick my lips. So fucking pretty. I want to taste him, but I also don’t know what I’m doing. And then it dawns on me—I don’t want to disappoint him. I’m good at everything I do, but this is uncharted territory.

So I look down and begin to lather his legs, detouring from his cock on the way up, and then wash his torso without making eye contact. It’s hard to keep my eyes off his face, but I do it anyway. He’s not having it though, gripping my jaw roughly and forcing me to look into those eyes. Eyes as clear-blue as the lakes in Canada. That’s what they remind me of. The Rocky Mountains. Glaciers, too. So beautiful.

“Wash my cock, Em,” he growls. Before I can refuse him again, he grabs my wrist and directs my hand to his dick. I grab it out of instinct, then stroke it with the soap. He’s not as thick as I am, or as long, but he still has a nice cock. “God.”

I let go. “That’s enough.”

He bites his bottom lip, and it shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, but fuck, it turns me on. My cock throbs, weighing heavily between my thighs, and when Cole reaches out to touch me, I slap his hand away. He smirks as he washes the rest of the soap off, then trades places with me.

I keep my movements quick and clinical, trying—no,needing—to get out of here as soon as possible. If I’m not careful, Cole will end up with his hands against the wall as I fuck him until he can’t stand anymore. He needs rest. I can’t do that.

Cole steps out of the shower just as I begin to rinse my body, and he dries quickly, disappearing from the bathroom without another word. The disappointment almost brings me to my knees, but it’s probably for the best.

By the time I get out of the shower, I’m exhausted and ready for bed. I dry quickly, then make my way out of the bathroom. Except there lies Cole, in my bed, tucked in. He’s not on my side of the bed, and I wonder how he figured out where I sleep. As I get closer, I realize he’s asleep, snoring softly. I should wake him. I should tell him to leave my room. I should kick him out to his own bed. But lately, I haven’t been doing the things I should.

And I don’t think I want to start now.

Emiliano’s body is hot against my back, his arm draped over my waist. We’re both naked. When I got in this bed, I expected him to wake me up and kick me out, but I’m glad he didn’t. Instead, he got in with me and stayed on the other side for as long as he could. Always fighting the gravitational pull between us. But as if the universe has other plans for us, he always ends up at my side.

Earlier was surreal. I never expected him to bring me to his room, much less take care of me. His gentle hands on my body stoked a fire inside of me, and I don’t know how to put it out. I burn with the need to make him mine. I ache with the need tokeephim. And I don’t know how to put out the embers. I know it’s a pipe dream, hoping for him to fall in love with me and not care about the odds stacked against us, but damn it, the hope fluttering in my chest every time he looks at me is hard to snuff out. I can see the desire in his eyes. The same need that I have for him reflected back at me.

I snuggle in closer to him, burying my face into the pillow, and inhale deeply. It smells like him, and I hope I smell like him, too. I can feel his dick thickening against my ass, and he groans as he grips my hip. I shouldn’t tempt him. I should stay still and hope he lets me stay here until morning, but I just can’t help myself. I want todevourhim. So I do the only thing I can think of and rub my ass against his erection.

“Cole,” Em growls, and it goes straight to my cock, hardening it to the point of pain. “Stop.”

“Why?” I breathe, grabbing his hand as he tries to pull away from me. I direct it to my cock, and he wraps his hand around it without hesitation. No matter what he says, he can’t deny how much he—“Don’t you want me?”

Emiliano’s harsh pants are loud against the shell of my ear, and he buries his nose in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. I stay still for him, letting him do whatever he wants, but he doesn’t move either. Just holds my cock in his hand and smells me. I should be freaking out right now; instead, I’m curious. Why isn’t he doing anything?

“Please don’t make me betray him,” he whispers. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Just one night, Em,” I plead, begging for anything he can give me. Even if it’s not sex. I just want him to hold me for the night and not let go. I want to have something to remember him by when I’m feeling lonely. When I feel hopeless. When life doesn’t go my way, as usual. “Tonight.”

“Don’t you get it?” He lets go of me, and I miss the warmth of his hand immediately. “It would make me a monster.”

“So let’s be monsters together,” I tell him, flipping over to face him.

Emiliano hasn’t moved, still on his side, facing me now. He grabs something from under the pillow, and his bedside lamp clicks on. I look into his deep brown eyes, at the pain in them, and my breath hitches. I know I shouldn’t be pushing him, but I’m selfish. I want him. So fucking much. I’m willing to hurt, maim, and kill to get him. This isn’t some passing infatuation. I live and breathe for him. Heownsme.

He doesn’t reply, instead continuing to stare into my eyes with a frown that I want to smooth out. I lean in, completely obliterating the distance between us as I press my lips to his. The kiss turns heated quickly, my tongue brushing against the seam of his lips forcefully until he grants me entrance. And then my hands wander over his body with no true direction. First, I palm his pecs, then rub my hand over his muscular arm, gripping his bicep. After that, I drag my hand from his arm and down his back, all the way to his ass and grab him roughly.

I’m drunk with lust, unable to do anything but feel as I thrust my tongue deep into Em’s mouth. Before I know it, I’m pushing him onto his back and straddling him. Looking up, I reach toward his nightstand and grab the bottle of lube on it, putting it on the bed next to me.

As my legs straddle Emiliano’s hips, I look down at his hard cock, which is resting against his abs and leaking pre-cum. He looks up at me through his lashes, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, and I swear on all that is holy, I’ve never seen a more erotic sight in my life.

“Fuck, Cole,” Emiliano grunts when I grab his cock and grip it tightly. I hold it against mine, then wrap my hand around both of us and stroke slowly. He hisses, “F-fuck.”

“You haven’t felt anything yet, Em,” I whisper, tightening my hand even more and stroking faster. “I’m gonna ride your cock so fucking good.”

Emiliano’s back arches off the bed, and his harsh breaths are loud between us. He doesn’t speak, only feels, and for that, I’m grateful. I don’t want his words to ruin this right now.

I let go of us, and his cock slaps against his abs. My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s never been with a man before, so I grab the lube and begin to prep myself, stuffing two fingers inside of me. He looks between my legs in confusion, and I raise an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” he growls.

“Stretching myself.” I smirk.

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