Page 41 of Raise Up, Heart
“What makes you think that?” Cole says.
“I’ll be your teacher, obviously.”
“How do you know I’ll like it?”
“Hot, tight, slick. On. Your. Dick,” Damon says. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”
Oh, Cole thinks.Oh, God. This was something he should have known about. How could he have not known?
Damon’s on top of Cole, riding up and down slowly. Damon’s right. It’s so hot, so tight, so slick, and Coleshould have known, and he doesn’t understand why he can’t stop thinking that over and over, like a mantra that keeps him grounded.
Damon’s body is gorgeous—and except for the scar on his chest, and the scratches and bruises that Cole has left, he’s pale and sculpted. The lines of his shoulders and his taut stomach making Cole want to bite and mark him. He doesn’t know if it’s because he just got Damon back or if it’s something about the two of them together. The way they crash against each other so hard and fast stuns him. But everything about Damon and his body makes Cole hungry, possessive, and he wants to swallow him whole, and mark him all over.
Now, though, Cole’s the one who feels swallowed, who feels like he’s being tugged into Damon, body and soul, and he’s riding that bliss so sweetly, rocking his hips up into Damon’s tight, hot body. Holding onto Damon’s hips, feeling him squirm down for more of Cole’s cock, it’s amazing. It’s beautiful the way Damon takes him in. Like Cole belongs in his ass more than anywhere else in the world, like it’s a given, a force of nature, and no one would should be surprised by it, even though Cole is. Cole is so surprised.
“Good?” Damon asks, and his eyes are focused on Cole’s face, soft and intimate. No one else will ever see him this way if Cole has anything to say about it. This is his. Completely his.
Cole nods, his tongue unable to even form a yes, because Damon’s sliding down and twisting his hips, and,oh God, it is so good.
“Yes,” Damon agrees, and he grabs Cole’s shoulders as he rides. “Now, flip me over and fuck me.”
Cole blinks. Oh—okay. He can do that. He can absolutely do that. He grips Damon’s hips and rolls them both on the bed. He’s on top now, and Damon’s knees are bent up on either side of him. It’s different, and it’s good, and he can thrust more easily, rolling his hips, shuddering as his cock is squeezed by Damon’s tight ass.
“Don’t be gentle,” Damon says. “Fuck me hard.”
Cole lifts up on his hands, gazes down at Damon’s body curled up beneath him, glances down to where his cock is half-buried inside, and he rocks in harder, and then he slams in. The friction on his cock shivers out over his body, growing, expanding, until he’s got his face buried in Damon’s neck, almost sobbing with bliss.
Listening to Damon’s deep grunting noises, Cole thrusts hard and fast, gaining speed and momentum, rushing faster than he wants toward orgasm. He tries to back it down, but can’t—his body is in control, and he’s fucking Damon so hard that his teeth clack together, and Cole’s eyes roll up in ecstasy.
Cole is shaking and saying things, he doesn’t even know what, but he’s making a lot of noise, and Damon hums underneath him, soothing sounds, like he’s trying to calm Cole, to help him stay in control, but he’s really not able to do that right now. Not with Damon’s legs around his waist, and his hot voice in his ear, and his hands caressing Cole’s back as he moves in and out of Damon’s ass. He’s just not going to last. Hecan’tlast, and he strains to stop it, but there’s no use…
He bites down on Damon’s shoulder as he comes, shaking in Damon’s arms, groaning against Damon’s skin.
“There,” Damon says. “There, just exactly that.”
Cole pants and shudders still, but he realizes that Damon didn’t get off. He’s pretty sure that he’s supposed to see to that. He reaches between them and tries to grab Damon’s dick, hoping that he can be coordinated enough to jerk him off.
Damon pushes his hand away. “I have plans for that.”
“Mmmphm?”
“Your mouth, and then your ass. I’m not finished yet. Got it?”
Cole nods against Damon’s shoulder, licking at the mark his teeth left there. They have all night. And soon, they’ll have years stretching out in front of them. There’s no rush.
Cole’s still nakedand very tired. He’s never had his balls tied before, but Damon did it earlier to help make things last, and the resulting orgasm had nearly knocked him unconscious. He’s not sure that he’ll be able to come again for a week, though he knows that Damon will definitely try.
He traces the line of the heart transplant scar of Damon’s chest again, closes his eyes and lets himself think of Alex, to remember the last few times he’d seen him, how afraid Alex had been, how off and strange. And now—now he’s been making love to Alex’s body, only it isn’t Alex’s anymore. Damon has carved himself out if it, and Alex is…gone.
Cole knows he should force himself to think of this every day. To honor the loss. To consider the pain and torture that Alex went through. It’s terrifying, and yet he can’t stop the fact that right now, curled up next to Damon, Colesimply does not care. He has Damon. That’s worth everything to him. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t feel any differently. He has no regrets.
Wow. Is it possible he’s finally done with regrets?
Cole traces the scar again and says, “When you died, I spent a lot of time thinking about all the things we never got to do.”
“Like fuck,” Damon guesses.
“Yeah,” Cole says. “That was at the top of the list. But there were other things, too. Like seeing a movie together or taking a vacation somewhere far away.”
