Luke watched as Sierra grabbed her robe, effectively covering her sweet, naked body, and disappeared from the bedroom. With effort, he manage to sit upright, his feet touching the floor as he tried to get his bearings.
He had things to do today, but the only thing he wanted to do was to wait right there until Sierra was back. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that, so he glanced up at the bathroom door, hearing the shower turn on.
His curiosity almost got the better of him. He could only imagine what was going on behind that closed door.
~~*~~
Cole stood beneath the hot water, waiting for it to clear the fog from his brain.
His dick was as hard as a steel pipe, and the firm grip he had on it wasn’t helping matters much. The teasing he’d endured for the last few days was beginning to take its toll on him. Sierra had dealt the final blow the night before when she’d told them that the doctor had given her the ok for sex, but then they’d all been too tired to do anything about it.
Now here he was, his dick in his hand and at the point he didn’t care how he found relief. His balls ached. He closed his eyes, tipping his head down beneath the spray as he absently stroked his cock, wondering how much longer he could take this. Letting the heat of the water ease some of the stress from his shoulders, he tried to relax.
The sound of the bathroom door opening caught Cole’s attention, but he kept his eyes closed. If Luke wasn’t careful, Cole was going to take him by his hair and shove his cock down his throat at any second. He wasn’t sure where the aggression was coming from, but he was past the point of caring about the boundaries of their relationship.
If he couldn’t bury himself in Sierra’s sweet body soon, he was ready to indulge in the next best thing.
With his eyes closed, he allowed his mind to drift, imagining the feel of Sierra beneath him, Luke’s warmth at his back. For a second or two, it felt almost real, but he was scared to open his eyes for fear it’d just be another daydream. It was almost like Luke was right there with him, his warm body pressed up against his back, dragging a ragged groan from him.
He knew where this would lead and as much as he wanted Sierra’s smooth thighs wrapped around his hips, or the delectable taste of her pussy coating his lips, he needed to bury his cock in someone. He didn’t have a preference at this point.
Considering Luke had never succumbed to the idea of Cole topping him, he knew he was going to be left holding his dick. Like usual.
“Turn around,” Luke demanded and Cole found himself doing as instructed. Backing up against the cool tile, Cole stared back at the sexy man standing before him. When Luke gripped his throbbing erection, Cole damn near cried out.
“I don’t know how much longer I can take this,” Cole bit out. “I need to be inside of her.”
Admitting his need didn’t bother Cole anymore. Maybe it was the pent up sexual tension, or possibly just all of the events of the last two months churning together into one giant ball of stress in his chest. He’d slowly managed to open up with both Sierra and Luke over the last couple of months, more and more each day, but he’d yet to ask for the one thing he truly wanted. As it was, lately Cole felt as though he needed to tread lightly with both Luke and Sierra. Not that either of them had given him a reason to, but his insecurities were a tangible thing once again.
Luke’s mouth slammed against his, stealing his breath and thankfully, causing his wandering thoughts to evaporate just like the steam that was filling the bathroom. Grabbing the back of Luke’s neck, Cole pulled him close, holding him tighter against him as their bodies scraped intimately together. Fuck. He longed for these moments when he could steal a few minutes with Luke. These were as few and far between as the three of them together, and Cole missed those moments even more.
“I want to make you come,” Luke growled the words.
Cole wanted that more than anything else. He wanted to grip Luke’s hair, then ram his cock down his throat. That was as dominant as Luke allowed Cole to get with him, but that didn’t stop the needs from building.
When Luke went to his knees, Cole damn near came in his own fucking hand. The water continued to cascade down over him, his rough grip almost enough friction to take care of matters himself, except the image of Luke on his knees in front of him had him biting his lip, the sting giving him something else to focus on.
“I need your mouth on me,” Cole bit out.
He’d taken to being more explicit with his needs when he and Luke were alone. Maybe it was the fact that they’d been deprived of Sierra for so long, but Cole sensed Luke needed that as much as he did these days.
Gripping Luke’s thick, dark hair in one hand, Cole pulled him closer, reveling in the rough growl that tore from Luke’s chest. When his lips wrapped around the sensitive head, Cole held his breath, focusing on the heat of Luke’s hungry mouth.