Page 35 of Shot For Mercy

“Finger me,” Cole demands. “Make me come.”

I pull away from him, taking his pants and boxer briefs all the way off, then shove his legs apart until I get a good view of his hole. I spit on it repeatedly, then press a finger against the rim.

“Two,” Cole says through gritted teeth. “Stretch me for your cock.”

There’s lube in my wallet, which is in my back pocket, but I don’t make a move to pull it out. No, I want it to burn. I want to hurt him for wanting to leave me. I want to?—

Cole grabs my hair once more and pulls me toward his cock, and I thrust two fingers into him. He mutters a curse, but I get to work quickly, bobbing my head up and down as I feel around for his prostate. Once I find it, I crook my fingers in a come here motion and suck him to the back of my throat.

A broken moan greets my ears, and I taste his pre-cum on my tongue. I continue pressing my fingers against his prostate, continuing to rub it, and he starts fucking my face to the rhythm of my fingers. His legs begin to tremble, his balls draw up?—

“I’m gonna come in your mouth, baby.” My stomach flips as if I’m on a rollercoaster ride, right before the drop, and I hum. “Swallow it.”

With another thrust into my throat, he comes. His body shakes with it, his eyes locked with mine the entire time, and his lips parted. His chest heaves as he pants and moans, and I swallow everything he gives me until he turns soft between my lips. Then I let him go. I press my cheek to the inside of his thigh, trying to catch my breath, and he looks up at the ceiling. But I’m not done with him, so I kneel between his legs and begin to unbutton my pants. Our eyes meet, and his widen.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” I smirk, and he shakes his head.

“I’m not?—”

“I still need to come, Cole,” I say patiently, knowing he’s going to give in one way or another. “You’re gonna make me come, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“That’s not your safe word,” I point out, and he looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask him. “Say yes.”

His nostrils flare as he shakes his head, and I know right now, I fucking got him.

Right now, he’s mine.

Even if it’s only for a little while.

My legs are spread as Emiliano takes his pants all the way off, then his shirt, until he’s kneeling completely naked in front of me. He looks at me with hungry eyes, and they roam from my face to my spread legs. I focus on the way his tongue wets his bottom lip, and heat unfurls in my stomach. Fuck, my refractory period usually isn’t this short, but I feel like I could come one more time for him. I can be a good boy?—

“Flip over,” Emiliano says softly, and I shake my head. “Hands and knees.”

“No.” I smirk, looking into his deep brown eyes. “If you’re going to fuck me, you’re going to face me. You’re going to look into my eyes and come to terms with the fact that you want me so much, you’re willing to fuck your whole life up.”

Emiliano mutters a curse under his breath, averting his gaze. I know he feels guilty, but he’s going to have to get over it. I won’t forgive him until he does. To be honest, I shouldn’t even be doing this without having a conversation, but when he offered to suck me off, well, I’m weak, what can I say? Now I do have to make him come. Tit for tat and all that.

He faces me once more, looking right into my eyes, mouth set in a tight line. “You want me to face you?” he asks me. “You sure? Because if we do this, there’s no going back, Cole. If we do this, I’m claiming you as mine.”

I laugh loudly. “Yeah, okay, Emiliano.” I raise an eyebrow. “It’s just sex, isn’t it? It doesn’t have to be more than that. After all, I’m your biggest mistake.” I shouldn’t throw it back in his face after his apology, but he needs to know I haven’t forgiven him.

Em narrows his eyes at me, grabbing my thighs and hauling me toward him. My back burns as the rug chafes my skin, and I groan. That’s leaving a rash. He grabs the packet of lube from his wallet beside him, ripping it open with his teeth, and nothing should be that hot. Goddamn it. Why does everything he does have to turn me on? I hate that he affects me this much.

“Nothing with you is just sex, Cole,” he tells me through gritted teeth, lubing his fingers up and thrusting two into my hole. “You know there’s something between us. So show me. Show me what I’d be missing out on if I can’t have you.”

I snicker. “Oh, now you want me to show you?” Emiliano presses one of my thighs toward my chest, giving him easier access. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I do,” Emiliano growls, crooking his fingers inside of me and making me see stars. My vision has white dots all over it as he does it again, and then he pulls out and thrusts three fingers in. He scissors his fingers as I squirm, and I hold my other leg toward my chest, the whore that I fucking am for him. “I want you so bad I can’t see straight.”

Those words shouldn’t affect me as much as they do, but I can’t help it. This is everything I’ve ever wanted from him. So why does it feel like he’s going to change his mind come morning?

I don’t say anything.

“I know you feel it too,” Emiliano says softly, pulling his fingers out swiftly. He lubes up his cock, then presses it to my entrance unceremoniously. “You can’t deny there’s something between us.”

“There’s nothing,” I reply. “You’ve made sure of that.”

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