Page 30 of The Truth of Loving You

Iwasplayingwithfire, but I didn’t care. I’d go down in flames, either incinerated or with third-degree burns. Worth it to be the sole object of Cole’s desire.

Of course, there were risks and red flags. Obviously. All relationships were a risk, and at least Cole was being honest about what he wanted. Honesty was new for him, and I thought we should reward ourselves with a couple of orgasms for his progress.

I’d never been accused of being a good boyfriend. I don’t know how to relate to most people. Even if Cole said he was all in, we’d probably end in disaster. I excelled with rules. Rules were clear, easy to follow, and would ensure we both got what we needed.

He assumed my rules were for his benefit, and he could keep thinking that. Negotiating emotional landmines connected to griddles and other common household products was a hard pass for me. Best to avoid it by negotiating meet-ups at my place.

I’d willingly give him my body but not my pain or my secrets. My body demanded him, and I would oblige.

Cole wanted to devour me, and I was here for it. I knew calling him “daddy” would push him over the edge. And damn, my brain short-circuited. His entire body pressing mine into the cushion felt fantastic. I’d always felt pressure to be in control with women, but Cole made it clear he was in control. I loved the way he mastered me with the shift of his body or a simple look.

“I think you want me to punish you for being disrespectful,” Cole said, lifting my leg so it hooked around his waist. His hand lifted my pelvis higher to grind our dicks together, and I whimpered into his neck. “Do you want to bemygood boy?”

“Yes.” My hands ran over his muscular back, cursing the clothes between us. “Please. Please.” I begged for more, needing him to direct me.

Cole sat back and pulled me into a sitting position. “No pouting,” he said before I objected to the loss of him on top of me. He began unbuttoning the work shirt I hadn’t bothered to change out of. He ran his hands down my chest, but his eyes caught on the image over my heart. “I fucking love seeing my ink on you.”

His fingers whispered over my skin, and I swallowed a moan.

“I’m so glad you were my first,” I said, not referring to the tattoo.

Cole kept his eyes on my skin, which saved him from being able to see the emotion on my face. The emotions that I’d kept on lockdown for the last decade and a half. My fingers traced over his shoulder to his collarbones while I schooled my features.

My emotions were going to be an issue. It would be my issue, and I refused to burden Cole with them. Not when we both needed this.

“What do you want?” Cole asked, pulling my pants down.

“You,” I said simply.

Cole’s large, calloused hands gripped my thighs, and he placed a kiss on my hip not nearly close enough to my erection. “What turns you on?”

His luminous green eyes had me captivated.

I had no idea. Cole turned me on. Cole’s hands, mouth, body, and fucking callouses all turned me on. I was unsure of how to answer that question or ask for what I needed. That’s what Cole was supposed to do, tell me what I wanted and then make me beg for it.

“Hey.” His large palm rested on my cheek. “It’s okay; we’ll figure it out. Breathe with me.”

Losing myself in Cole’s eyes, I steadied my erratic breathing.

“We’re watching porn,” Cole announced.

“Wait, what!” I wanted Cole, not some peep show. “No.”

“Don’t worry, Pretty Boy.” He stroked my cheek with one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. “We’re going to watch to see what turns each other on.”

“Is that normal?” I cringed as soon as the words left my mouth.

Cole took the comment in stride as he retrieved his phone from his jeans. “Can I cast to your TV?”

Watching Cole remove all his clothes made me light-headed. I vowed to trace every single one of his tattoos with my tongue. Most were gray shading but a few had pops of color. The wolf and the dragon stood out the most. I’d seen pictures of Cole on the internet when he was younger, but he was undisputedly hotter now. I relished the thought of touching him. Cole gave me the once over, and I knew without words that he was telling me to finish getting naked.

Yes, sir.

“Do you have a site you like?” Cole asked as we settled back on the couch together.

I swallowed hard. I’d never watched porn, and this was all new to me. “No. I’ve never.”

I was too embarrassed to elaborate.

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