Page 40 of Raise Up, Heart
He groans and says something he never imagined saying to his sister. “A sexual one.”
Her disappointed sigh and the lie of what he’s said bothers him, but he has to get used to it. From now, everything he says to her will be laced with lies. Rosanna is going to be eternally disappointed in him.
“Cole—”
“Rosanna, I’m a grown man. This is my choice. I’m not risking my life or doing anything wrong.”Well, not exactly.“You have to let me go.”
Hanging up the phone, Cole sees Damon sitting on the couch watching him with great interest as he pops potato chips into his mouth. “Looks like the old bastard was right. Bloodwilltell,” Damon says chewing noisily.
Cole narrows his eyes at Damon. “And that means?”
“Clearly your sister gets the dramatic streak from your grandfather. Meanwhile, you got your father’s romantic streak.”
“Damon, please. She’s worried about me.”
“So, she doesn’t want her sweet little brother getting defiled by some unknown monster.” Damon puts the chips aside and starts to unbutton his pants again.
Cole is a little surprised that they even put clothes on after the last time. It seems like they can’t keep their hands off each other long enough to make the effort worth it. Cole knows it’s wrong, but some part of him can’t help but thrill at the lengths Damon has gone to in order to get to him, the monstrosity of it shouldn’t be a turn on, and yet…
“I can’t say that I blame her,” Damon says. “I’ve done some very dirty things to you, and I intend to do even more.”
Cole swallows. “And youarekind of a monster.”
“A monster who’s going to steal her little brother away and never give him back.” Damon licks his lips, pushes his jeans down around his thighs, and motions Cole over. “Suck me.”
Cole falls to his knees and swallows Damon’s cock, sucking and choking on it as Damon tugs on his hair and fucks his face. “Mm,” Damon says. “You’re so good at this, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you do this for me.”
Cole shudders and starts tearing at his own clothes, trying to get them off without taking his mouth from Damon’s cock. He opens wide, pressing his tongue along the underside, and rubs his own cock through his jeans at Damon fucks into his throat.
He’s just getting frantic for more when Damon jerks his head up and away, pulling him up for a gentle kiss to bring the passion down to a simmering yearning. Cole gets his pants down around his knees and then curls up next to Damon on the couch, kissing and letting the moment drag out. They’ve been so heated since they found each other again. Now, tasting Damon’s mouth, slowing it down, it’s the first time that he’s not been too frenzied to really explore.
Cole’s hand slides along Damon’s transplant scar with long, slow strokes, and Damon shudders, asking, “Why do you do that?”
“Guess I’m kinky, ’cause I think it’s hot.”
Damon kisses Cole’s neck, and then slides down to suck Cole’s cock into his mouth.
Damon’s unbearably good at this. Cole rolls his head back on the sofa and breathes as slowly as possible, trying to make it last, draw it out, because his balls ache from coming so much the last few days. Yet he can’t stop wanting more—more of Damon’s mouth, his hands, his cock. He wants to touch and fuck and come again. He isn’t sure, though, how long they can keep this pace up. It seems impossible, and yet he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it.
Damon pulls off, and Cole grabs his hair and tries to push him back down.
“Shh,” Damon says, thrusting Cole’s hands away. “Let’s do something else this time.”
Cole’s cock jerks at the thought of something new, something he hasn’t done yet with Damon. He doesn’t know what it is, and he doesn’t care, but he trusts Damon with his body, and he’ll give him everything and anything that he wants.
“I want you to fuck me,” Damon says.
Cole swallows, and his cheeks flush hot. He looks down, and he can’t believe that he’s embarrassed, after all that they’ve gone through, and all that they’ve done in the last few days.
“What?” Damon says. “You…don’t want to top?”
“I don’t know,” Cole says.
Damon narrows his eyes and lifts Cole’s chin for a gentle, reassuring kiss. “It’s a good thing I’m back from the dead, then. It’s about time you tried it.”
“We really have to stop making jokes like that. It’s disrespectful.”
“Right,” Damon says. “Because being respectful will make it not true that my heart swallowed him whole. Never mind. Forget that. Listen, you’re going to love topping, and you’ll be good at it, too.”
