For a solid week, Cole had dreamed about this night. He’d come up with a million scenarios on how it would play out and not for a second did he doubt that Luke was going to exert his dominance initially. Cole didn’t have a problem with it.
Luke’s eyes darted from his eyes down to his lips, and Cole fought the urge to move forward. He wanted to taste him, to inhale the hunger that he knew was brewing deep in Luke’s chest, pushing him to want things he’d probably never thought he’d want.
Tonight he would want them.
Cole would make sure of it.
“I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock,” Luke grumbled, his voice husky with need. “Remember how you fucked my mouth? Driving your cock deep in my throat?”
Cole remembered, and his cock went instantly hard at the reminder. Again, he didn’t say a word, just kept his eyes fixed on Luke’s.
“I’ve thought of little else since that day,” Luke continued. “Only I was fucking your mouth, hard and fast while you sucked me dry.”
Cole fought the urge to lick his lips.
“Put your hands down at your sides,” Luke instructed.
Cole let his arms slowly slide down by his sides. He fought the urge to take control of the situation. He was certain that he could quickly turn the tables, and Luke would be the one taking instructions. The sparkle in Luke’s eyes was evidence of how easy it would be, but Cole wanted to make this last.
“Unbutton my jeans.”
Slowly, Cole reached for the waistband of Luke’s jeans, quickly pulling the small disc free and then dropping his arms back to his sides.
“Do you know how fucking hot you make me?” Luke asked, and Cole was momentarily thrown off course. He expected another command, not a question.
“I think about you all the time. Think about what it feels like when I slide my cock deep in your ass, fucking you while you’re buried deep in Sierra’s sweet pussy. It makes my cock fucking hard.”
While he talked, Cole noticed that Luke was unzipping his own jeans, pulling his cock free. With more restraint than he thought possible, he kept his eyes locked with Luke’s, refusing to look down and watch. Damn it, he wanted to watch. He wanted to see Luke stroke his massive erection, wanted to see the small bead of moisture that would form on the tip. Hell, he wanted to do just as Luke described and take his cock deep in his throat, letting him fuck his mouth until he lost control.
“I sit in my office and think about what you look like on your knees, my dick buried in your mouth.” Luke brushed his thumb over Cole’s bottom lip, pushing the very tip in past his teeth and Cole lost the battle with himself. Sucking Luke’s thumb hard, he pulled it fully into his mouth until Luke hissed.
“But you know what I think about most?”
Cole had no idea, but if Luke kept this verbal foreplay up much longer, he was going to rip his clothes from his body and fuck him with or without permission.
Luke leaned in close, pulling his thumb from Cole’s mouth. “I think about what it’ll feel like when you fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me, Cole. I want you to fuck me until I can’t take it anymore and then I want you to come in my ass.”
Cole’s entire body began vibrating with the need that took over.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to give up control to you? Do you want to top me, Cole?”
He didn’t need to contemplate the answer to Luke’s question. There was only one, and he couldn’t hold back the word. “Yes.”
The next thing Cole knew, Luke was kissing him, his tongue thrusting forcefully into his mouth as their arms reached around the other, hands sliding into hair, pulling each other closer as though they would run if there wasn’t something there to hold them together. Pressing his denim covered cock against Luke’s thick erection, Cole suddenly wished he was naked.
Wished they both were.
The sound of the bedroom door opening, then closing again had both of them pausing, although neither of them let go. If Cole knew anything, he knew Sierra enjoyed watching them. Without looking at her, he knew she was probably biting her plump lower lip, hope that they would continue blooming inside of her.
As much as Cole wanted to continue this, the night was young, and they had all the time in the world. Tonight would be about stamina and distance, not speed.
“Starting without me?” Sierra asked as she slid up alongside them, her arms wrapping around them both.
“Just warming up,” Luke growled, releasing Cole’s hair from his grip as he turned to pull Sierra up against them.
“I have another way to warm you up,” Sierra added. When her hand slid into his hair, Cole turned his head to face her, witnessing the wanton woman being unleashed.