Chapter Twenty Five
“Where’s Sierra?” Luke asked when he walked in the front door.
“Lunch with Ashleigh,” Cole said, reminding Luke of the conversation they’d had just that morning.
“Right.”
“Everything all right?” Cole stood from his place on the couch and made his way to the kitchen. He had been emailing one of the contractor’s they hired to do some work on the new club.
They were adding a second floor with a similar setup to the original club. They all agreed to tear down the interior bathrooms and rebuild with an open concept main floor. The second floor would wrap around the exterior only and allow a visual of everything that was going on below from the wrap around hallway.
“Couldn’t be better,” Luke growled and Cole knew something was up.
“Did you meet with Trent this morning?”
“How’d you guess?”
Cole smiled. He still wasn’t sure how Trent managed to push Luke’s buttons, but he found it rather amusing. In recent weeks, Luke had admitted openly that he’d much rather work with Xander than Trent. Cole figured that was because Xander was closer to their age and he had a feeling that Trent’s outgoing personality became annoying at times.
When Luke stood in front of the refrigerator, Cole chose that moment to move up behind him, pressing intimately against his back. “I know a way to get your mind off of him,” Cole said gruffly against Luke’s ear, loving the way his body tensed in response.
“Think so?” Luke didn’t turn around as he continued to pretend to search the refrigerator, although Cole noticed that he clearly wasn’t looking for anything specific anymore.
“I know so.”
Although the three of them were attempting to christen every room in the house, one by one, they hadn’t made it to the kitchen yet.
“Then I only have one question,” Luke growled, closing the refrigerator door, but not turning around.
“What’s that?”
“Who’s in charge this time?”
Cole’s entire body reacted to the question. He knew Luke wasn’t giving him complete control. At least not yet. They had begun to do things a little differently lately, and the best part about it, they both seemed to want the same thing. They were taking their time though. Cole knew it wasn’t easy for Luke to give up his hard earned control, but he was enjoying the hell out of pushing him to the breaking point.
“Turn around,” Cole demanded, answering the question by his simple command.
Luke slowly turned to face him and the desperate desire swirling in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Hannah just laid down for her nap, so I’ve got plenty of time,” Cole told him.
“That right?” There was a noticeable tremor in Luke's voice, and Cole recognized it to be the same lust now coursing through his veins.
“Naked. Now.” Cole didn’t give him a chance to argue, he merely turned to walk away, finishing his statement over his shoulder as he headed out of the room. “As much as I’d love to do this right here, I’ve got a better idea. When you’re ready, meet me upstairs.”
This house was different from Luke’s, however, he and Luke had commandeered one of the guest bedrooms for themselves. Well, more like for the three of them when they wanted to go all out, but they found that they used it more than Sierra lately. Lately she seemed content to observe, or so she said. Cole didn’t buy her story because every time she came to watch, she ended up getting herself off with her own hand, but he didn’t argue with her.
Cole made his way to the room they used to play in. They installed a lock when they moved in, although they didn’t use it regularly. Sierra liked the idea of being able to lock it for when they had company, and of course when Hannah got older. No reason to advertise what they had going on in there.
During the move, they managed to depart with some of the items Luke had acquired from the club. They didn’t feel as though they’d get much use out of it because BDSM undoubtedly wasn’t their thing, although they had invested in a four poster bed for the room that worked perfectly for what Cole had in mind.
As he was getting things in order, Luke walked in. Cole had to smile. He was still fully dressed, but his jeans were unbuttoned, and he was stroking his impressive length slowly.
“You’re not naked.”
“I figured I’d let you do the honors,” Luke stated, still seeming to think he was going to be the one in charge.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Cole did like the idea of helping Luke get naked though. He had no intention of giving up control to Luke this time, but he knew that getting Luke right where he wanted him wasn’t going to be a sudden thing. The more they worked toward it, the more Cole could tell Luke was obviously open to the idea. Today, since they were alone for a little while, Cole fully intended to show Luke what the future had in store for him.
After making his way across the room to Luke, Cole relieved him of his clothes without preamble and then did the same with his own. When they were both naked, Cole took a minute to study him blatantly. The man was perfection. Tall, lean, sexy as fucking hell. He knew Luke had started working out more ever since they began interacting with Xander and Trent on a daily basis. Xander Boone was intimidating, to say the least. At six-foot-six-inches, two hundred and seventy five pounds, the man was a fucking mountain. Even Cole found himself putting in a little extra time at the gym from time to time, although neither of them would admit it was because of their own egos.
“What now?” Luke asked, his voice raw and gruff as he stared back at Cole.
Cole wanted to tell him to get on the bed, but he opted to kiss him first. Moving in close, Cole laced his fingers in Luke’s silky dark hair and pulled until their mouths aligned. The slow, sinuous thrust of tongues continued as Cole took what he wanted. Driving his tongue in deep, he mimicked what it would be like when he finally took exactly what he wanted from Luke, although he knew that today wouldn’t be that day.
When Luke’s hands came up, his fingers digging into his scalp, pulling him roughly against him, Cole let loose with all the passion he held in check each and every day. It didn’t seem to matter how long the three of them had been together, Cole found he wanted both of them with the same intensity he’d felt from the very beginning. Possibly even more so.
When the kiss halted because they needed air, Cole used his fist full of Luke’s hair to tilt his head back slightly. Keeping his tone low and insistent, he instructed Luke to get on the bed.
The answering growl that tore from Luke’s chest had Cole’s dick harder than before, which was saying a lot considering what his brain had been conjuring up for their little rendezvous. His body was primed and ready for this.
Taking one step back, he easily released his grip on Luke’s hair, their eyes never breaking contact. It was a battle of wills and Cole would be damned if he was going to lose. Not this time. Several long seconds ticked by before Luke turned and made his way over to the bed, his tall, mouthwatering form moving gracefully and with ease. Without question, Luke situated himself in the middle of the bed before lying back against the pillows. Cole eyed the feast laid out right there before him.
With his cock jutting up from his body, his legs spread, and his arms folded behind his head, Luke McCoy damn near managed to steal his breath. The man was hotter than the fucking sun.
Swallowing hard, Cole reminded himself that he wasn’t in a hurry. Based on his calculations, they had about an hour and that was plenty of time for what he wanted to do next. As Luke looked on, he retrieved the items he needed from the bedside table and turned to face him. Handing Luke a long piece of black silk, he instructed him to blindfold himself.
Luke’s eyebrow cocked briefly at the same time a small smile tilted his lips, but he did as Cole instructed, tying the fabric behind his eyes, effectively blocking him from seeing what was happening. That’s when Cole grabbed the other items he needed. He wasn’t about to show Luke because the man would find a way to turn the tables, and Cole wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Stroke your cock,” Cole instructed as he moved around to the bottom of the bed. “Do you like being blindfolded?”
Cole held out through the silence, waiting patiently for Luke to answer. He knew that his boldness had caught both Luke’s and Sierra’s attention lately, but Cole was tired of sitting back, waiting for what he wanted.
As much as he understood the dynamic between him and Luke and the reason that it worked so well, he knew there was more that they needed from one another. The only way he knew to make that happen was to open himself up some. Maybe not the easiest way to handle the situation, but as far as Cole was concerned, it seemed to be working.
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Luke’s cock was hard as granite.
That fact wasn’t what surprised him, but being blindfolded – willingly – was.
In all of his life, Luke never imagined he’d be giving in so easily to anyone. Except this was Cole and when it came to this man, he knew he’d go to the lengths of the earth just to make him happy.
Considering they spent months, hell, probably years, dancing around what would turn out to be one of the greatest loves of Luke’s life, he shouldn’t have been shocked at any of the emotions Cole managed to draw out of him. Least of all his willingness to succumb to what Cole clearly wanted from him. He still wasn’t sure how he never noticed the true alpha nature that Cole harbored deep down.
Remembering that Cole had asked him a question, Luke answered. “I don’t mind it,” he said without enthusiasm.
“You don’t mind it? Or you like it?”
Luke fought the urge to smile. He couldn’t see Cole at all, but he could sense his eyes on him. “What do you think?”
“I don’t want to assume. Tell me.” Cole’s tone was laced with demand, and Luke felt a surge of defiance down deep. He wondered if that’s what Cole felt when he gave in to him.
“I like it,” Luke ground out. “I’d like to feel your fucking mouth on my cock more though.”
Cole’s raspy chuckle sent another surge of adrenaline pumping through him, and Luke had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from giving in too soon.
The bed shifted, and Luke prayed like hell Cole was about to wrap his incredible mouth around his dick. When he felt movement up near his side, he knew he wasn’t going to get what he wanted, and he growled in frustration. What came next damn near made him come in his own fucking hand.
Cole’s firm grip slid into his hair. A sharp bolt of pain rippled through his scalp as Cole turned his face in the direction that he felt movement, and the smooth tip of Cole’s cock brushed lightly against his lips.
“I want to feel your lips on my cock first,” Cole told him.
Luke wanted to defy him, wanted to pull away, but he didn’t. Considering he wasn’t tied to the bed, he was free to move in any way he wanted, he could’ve easily taken control of the situation, but he kept one hand flat on the bed, the other firmly gripping his own cock.
He let his tongue dart out over the engorged head that rubbed lightly against his lips and reveled in Cole’s answering groan.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” Cole told him as Luke began using the flat side of his tongue along the swollen vein running down the underside of Cole’s cock. “I’ve wanted to fuck your mouth and watch you take me as deep as you can.”
Luke didn’t say a word and other than using his mouth, he didn’t move. He gripped the comforter that he was laying on with both hands, forgetting all about his throbbing cock as he focused on giving Cole exactly what he wanted. When Cole shifted, Luke was forced to move his hands up toward the top of the bed. It was then that he found himself practically pinned to the mattress with Cole’s muscled thigh against his right side, his right calf against his other side so that he was practically straddling his head.
“Suck me,” Cole demanded as he pushed slowly inside of his mouth and Luke opened, allowing him in deeper as he stroked with his tongue, letting Cole use him the way he’d used Cole so many times before. As much as he wanted to deny that he didn’t enjoy it, being at Cole’s mercy was almost liberating. He didn’t have to worry about commanding the situation, or someone looking to him for direction.
“Fuck that feels so good.” Cole pressed deeper, and Luke turned his head slightly to better the angle, allowing the swollen head to brush against the back of his throat briefly before Cole pulled out again. Long minutes passed as Cole continued to fuck his mouth, somehow maintaining control much longer than Luke would’ve been able to.
“Do you want me to come down your throat?” Cole asked as he pulled out slowly, then began sliding back in.
Luke used his teeth lightly against the vein along the underside and Cole groaned again. When he pulled back out, Luke answered him, “Take what you want from me.”
Luke wanted so much more than he was willing to ask for at the moment, and he knew that was more due to fear than anything else. Instead of telling Cole to fuck him, he let him use his mouth until his hand tightened in his hair once again and Cole was fucking past his lips ruthlessly.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck!” Cole’s breaths were uneven, and Luke could feel his body vibrating at his side as he continued to fuck his mouth. He sucked harder, wanting to push Cole over, giving in to the same hunger that was building inside of him.
“Fuck yes!”
Cole’s cock stilled, swelling even more before Luke’s mouth was filled and he was swallowing desperately, trying to suck him dry.
Cole didn’t move for what seemed like a long time, but Luke didn’t try to force him either. He remained as still as possible, making sure Cole understood that he wasn’t going to put up a fight. Now that Cole had taken the edge off, he wanted to see what would come next.