Page 35 of Raise Up, Heart
And you can’t. You’re not sure you can possibly stop now. All of the months of fighting, of pain, of terror—all of the clawing and grasping, and wanting so desperately, it all comes down to now, and you have to go on, move forward, complete this; the fierce need that brought you here rips through you, and youwill not wait.
Cole’s eyes go impossibly wider, but he doesn’t move, keening for you, wanting you so much. You pull your fingers out, push his knees up, and aim. He’s shaking so hard that your cock jitters over his asshole a few times, but you finally get it right, and you look at his face as you push. His mouth opens and he makes a noise of pain, but his cock jerks and pre-come drips onto his stomach. You press again, and he sucks in air, tensing.
“Shh,” you say, rubbing a hand down the back of his thigh. “Let me fuck you.” You have to…you need this so much.
“Damon,” he says softly, and he exhales long and slow.
You push again, and Cole’s almost unbearably tight. Your cock aches, and then Cole justlets go, and you slide into him in a long, slow, ecstatic stroke. It’s unbelievable the relief that rushes over you, the thrill, thevictory. It’s coming home after a long war, scarred, but euphoric and fierce. Triumphant.
Cole’s face is wide-open and vulnerable as you try not to slam into him. It’s too good. You hold back from fucking him with the brutal need that’s driving you, and you kiss him, breathing in his moans and soft noises, as you slide in slowly. His ass grips your cock, holding you and pulling you in as you push. Cole grasps your back, drawing you down against him, whining in your ear and then gasping in pleasure, arching up to meet you, saying, “Damon, Damon, Damon,” like he’s never going to stop.
You’ve never had a loving home. This is what home is. It’s pure and it’s hot, and it’s Cole looking at you like he’s come undone. It’s collapsing on top of Cole, thrusting into his tight body, feeling him move beneath you. It’s Cole’s arms around you as you fuck, as you move together, and his breath in your ear whispering your name over and over on half-sobs of joy.
It’s over too fast. You can’t stop the orgasm that hits you like a car wreck, tearing you apart in ways that are unbearably good. Your mouth is against his, and his heart is pounding so hard that you feel it against your own chest, as you shudder and twitch. You can’t keep your eyes open it’s so powerful. He claws down your back, and you feel him reach a hand between you, tug on his own cock, and then he’s coming, too. His ass clenches your still jerking cock, and he cries out, wrapping his legs around your torso trying to pull you deeper inside.
It’s everything. It’severything, and you’re finally free, finally right where you were always supposed to be.
You’re a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing, and Cole’s little whimpers as your cock starts to soften. You need to pull out of him now. You kiss his neck and force his legs from around you. You hold the condom in place as you pull out, and Cole makes a sound so sad that you have to kiss him again. The condom slips off in your hand, and as you kiss him, you empty the contents onto Cole’s stomach, mixing your come with Cole’s own.
“Damon,” Cole says, holding you close and tight. There’s so much in your name. You kiss his cheek, his mouth, and his hair. There are no words for that. You know. Just your names.
“Cole,” you say, and he kisses you until neither of you can breathe.
CHAPTER 7
Half an hourlater, Cole’s trembling and still covered in the mix of their come, but it’s not enough. He needs more. He’s hard again, and Damon’s fingers are fucking into his ass, keeping him open, rubbing over his prostate until Cole feels like he’s going mad.
“On your knees,” Damon says, shoving at him, and Cole rolls up onto them, obedient and eager. Damon pushes him down until he’s got his elbows pressed into the mattress, and his ass in the air. Damon pushes his fingers in again, and Cole bows his head, humping his hips desperately, riding Damon’s hand.
“Jesus,” Damon says, awe in his voice.
Cole has never felt anything like this. Whatever he’d imagined sex to be, he’d been wrong. This is…something else. This, this issex. This is primal and hard, and he needs it more than he needs air to breathe. He needs it more than he ever needed alcohol. He has to have Damon again, needs himso muchit consumes him. He can’t believe he almost never had this at all.
He whimpers when Damon pulls his fingers out, tempted to turn around, grab Damon’s hand, and shove them back in again, but he bites his lip and waits with a pounding heart, thrilled when he hears the rip of another condom wrapper. He throws his head back on a wail as Damon shoves into him hard. Cole’s already twisting his hips back to get more, and it’s so good, so perfect and beautiful. He’s certain, absolutely sure, that he will never give Damon up, no matter the price, no matter the horror that it’s cost so far.
Damon clings to his back, riding him so fast and hard that Cole feels like he’s being flipped inside out. He’s nothing but nerve-endings, good, so good, making him shake and quake, and his cock jerks strings of pre-come onto the sheets. He’s always been a romantic, always thought of making love as something sweet, and gentle, but now he knows that making love can be like this—so intense and desperate that he doesn’t know where it begins or ends, and he only wants it to never stop. It can be Damon’s teeth in his neck, or his own nails digging into the bed; it can be loud and really hot, hard, and scary. It’s gorgeous and beautiful. It’s everything he wants in life, and it can only be like this with Damon. He only wants this with Damon. And he doesn’t care what or who is sacrificed.
Damon is heavy on his back, and Cole’s holding them both up as they grind and rut together, until he can’t hold them anymore. They fall to the mattress. Cole spreads his legs wider, so that Damon is in him as deep as possible, feeling it in his eyeballs, his teeth, his thundering heart. Cole never knew he’s capable of the noises he’s making. Every stroke in he feels like he’s on the verge of coming, and every stroke out leaves him shivering and wanting.
He begs. He begs like he hasn’t since Damon died and he pleaded for it to not be true. But now he’s begging for yes, more, please, and Damon, because he’s there and it’s perfect. He’s probably crying, too, but he doesn’t know because all he knows is that this is so good, so right, and so intense that it is hard for him to endure, and at the same time everything he has ever wanted.
Damon uses his thighs to spread Cole’s legs further apart, getting in even deeper. Cole claws at the bed, digging into the sheets with his nails and his toes, crawling away from how good it is, but Damon jerks him back, and he’s shocked, completely shocked, when Damon plows into him again, and Cole seizes up—can’t move or shift, frozen on Damon’s thrust—and then Cole comes so hard that he can’t see or breathe. He hears himself yell, and he’s scared for a moment because he’s never felt anything so damn good, but then he’s shaking and quivering under Damon’s still thrusting body, melting into the bed as Damon moves on him. He moans softly, tenderly, thrusting his cock into the mess of his come on the sheets, and then Damon digs his nails in, bites Cole’s shoulder, and comes, too, with a sound that makes Cole’s toes curl and his cock jerk.
Cole holds Damon’s hand as he collapses, panting in Cole’s ear. “What the hell have you done to me?” Damon asks.
Brought you back to life, Cole thinks.Brought us both back to life.
Leaving Damon thenext day is almost as hard as it was the day before, but Cole’s sore ass serves as a vivid reminder not only that this is real but also of exactly what he has to lose.
The road to the prison in Bledsoe County is mainly fields and farmland. No one wants to live near a maximum-security facility. Cole remembers when they built the place, there were all kinds of protests from the local farmers, complaining that not only did they feel less safe but their property values had plummeted. It’s about two hours from Maryville, and he feels like each mile is too far.
The night before, after they’d finally managed to stop fucking, they’d driven into town, and Cole had watched with a pounding heart as Damon got into the brown Honda and pulled out into traffic. He didn’t know how he felt about letting Damon have the car. Some irrational part of him wanted to strip him of it, refuse to let him go anywhere alone. What if Damon were pulled over? What if someone saw him and followed him home? What if he was startled by a buck as he crossed a bridge and…?
“I’m not your prisoner,” Damon says when they got back to the cabin, glaring at Cole. “Take off your clothes.”
“Come on, Damon! It’s dangerous.” Cole starts at the button on his pants, toeing off his shoes.
“I am not a child,” Damon says, pulling at his own shirt, tugging it over his head and throwing it on the floor. In addition to the glaring red scar down his chest, Damon is now covered in scratches, bruises, and bites. Cole hadn’t known he could be so fierce in bed, never imagined it possible.
