Veils of Rivalry Chapter 61

Cole's POV

Blaise slams me against the door as soon as it closes behind me. He’s devouring my mouth like he’s a starved animal, sucking and kissing and pulling off my shirt and messing my hair.

He fists the strands at the back of my head and presses our bodies together, sliding his tongue against mine and grinding his thick cock into my own.

Fuck. He’s killing me. I keep trying to get his sweater off but he’s pinning my hands to the wall and robbing me of air while strangling the living fucking life out of me.

Pulling me away from the front door by the throat, we nearly break my mom’s favorite vase as we hit the tabletop. Blaise drags me along the entrance way, not stopping devouring my mouth as he demands everything. We barely make it halfway up the stairs before he unfastens the buttons on my jeans and shoves his hand down them to fist my cock.

I let out a deep groan and drop my head back onto the stair while he strokes me. He’s squeezing and twisting at the tip, making me even harder than humanly possible.

“I want to fuck you,” he says against my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine and snatching my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back until it’s painfully snapping into place. Copper fills my mouth, and I kiss him harder. As if I might die if I stop.

Blaise pulls away from my mouth and looks down between our bodies, watching the way he fucks me with his hand. The precum beads at the tip, begging for more.

“My room or yours?”

“Yours is closer,” I say, panting as he strokes faster. “Fuck, Blaise. You’re gonna make me come.”

He lets go, and I feel like murdering the dickhead.

“Not yet,” is all he says as he pulls me up and drags me to his bedroom. He slams his door shut and pushes me, taking full control of my body as I drop onto the mattress. Curling his fingers into the waistband of both my jeans and boxers, he slides them down my legs to free my cock.

I can see how much he wants me. His eyes, the starved look, how much his pants are tenting, the way he kisses me as he lowers onto me and sucks on my tongue while simultaneously grinding against my bare dick.

Blaise leaves my mouth, kissing along my jaw while nipping with his teeth. The sensation rushing through me has me squirming under him. Why the fuck is he still fully dressed?

I groan as he sucks the skin on the side of my throat, marking me – his claim. Then he kisses down farther, my collarbone, his hands everywhere but on my dick while he kisses down my heaving chest.

His eyes flick up just as his tongue circles my nipple, and fuck, I hold my breath and feel the solid slam inside my balls with how good it feels. He captures it with his teeth, and I pulse between my legs, my spine twisting and making me arch my chest into his mouth more as he sucks and licks and bites and scrapes his blunt nails down my side.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

Grinning against my skin, he travels down until he’s sucking on my ribs, my hips, making me tense every single muscle as he grabs my cock with both hands and pumps while he stares at how much I’m leaking.

“You’re making a mess of my bed, Cole,” he says, his eyes on mine as he drags his tongue up the underside of my dick, dodging the sensitive area of my tip.

“If you don’t suck my dick right now, I’ll beat your ass.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You seem to forget who is in control here.”

Blaise flips me over so damn easily, I barely register my new position as he palms at my ass cheeks and spreads them, and when something wet and warm touches my tight hole, I press my face into his pillow and moan.

“You love getting your ass eaten, don’t you?”

I don’t reply. I can’t. He’s sinking his tongue as far as he can, and I’m pushing back against his face, thrusting my cock against his sheets while he fucks me with his tongue. It feels too good. I’m gonna explode soon if he keeps going.

“Fuck,” I moan, since it seems to be the only word left in my vocabulary at the moment. I repeatedly mutter it into the pillow while Blaise spreads my cheeks more and slaps me hard enough to hurt, but I clench around his tongue, nearly finding my release before he stops altogether and turns me. He steps off the bed, panting, his cock almost breaking through as he tosses off his sweater and shirt, then gets entirely naked.

“In the drawer,” he says, nodding beside me. “Lube. Grab it.”

I do as he says, happy to see it’s unopened. He climbs on top of me again, his arms straight so he can watch me pump it a few times until the wet, cold liquid comes out.

Blaise coats his fingers with it, and I do the same, like we know what we both need. To be filled. To be fucked. To rub our cocks together. His mouth smashes on mine, thrusting into my cock as he reaches under me and presses his sticky fingers to my back hole. I do the same, spreading him with one hand while the other positions where he needs me.

We thrust together, our fingers and cocks, and Blaise swears against my mouth and kisses me harder. All that can be heard in his bedroom is our moans, the wet, slippery sounds of our fingers, and the way Blaise pants and rubs his cock into mine faster.

His precum is everywhere, and so is mine. Mixed together. My balls ache for release as his fingers go deeper, but I want more. I need more.

“Do it,” I demand.

Blaise freezes. “What?”

“I want you to fuck me, Blaise. Do it. Just fucking do it.”

Hesitantly, he slips his fingers out of my ass and straightens his arms to look down at me. “You’re sure?”

Nodding desperately, I move my cock against his, my fingers slipping away and grabbing at his hips. I chase his mouth and kiss him. “Do it.”

Blaise pulses against me as he searches my face, then he pulls away enough to flip me over. “If it hurts, I’ll stop. Don’t you fucking dare let me do this if it’s hurting you.”

He’s saying all these words while he squirts more lube, and I whimper as some drops onto my back. Everything is sensitive, and I think I might die if he doesn’t hurry up.

Lying down on top of me, he settles his cock between my ass cheeks as his hand slides up my side, under my chest, and snatches at my throat. He yanks my head up, tilting me enough to kiss me, his tongue playing with mine. It’s a soft and slow kiss, distracting me as he thrusts faintly against my ass.

His hips pull right back, and he positions himself so the tip is nudging at my tight hole. It throbs, my dick throbs, my balls throbs, my fucking heart throbs as he kisses me deeply and eases in. The tightness and burn have me choking, but he keeps kissing me with each inch.

“Relax,” he orders as he slides another inch inside, gradually thrusting, more like pulsing his hips to get me used to it. It’s different. A little sore, but fuck, it’s good. I absently rock my hips with him, forcing him deeper. He gasps and pauses, groaning as I move against him and he stays still.

“Fuck me,” I grit through my teeth. “Fucking fuck me like you hate me.”

His jaw tenses, and he opens his eyes. The green is gone, overtaken by the darkness. I choke on air as he pulls back so just the head is in and slams deep. His eyelids fall closed again, and he groans as he does it over and over.

He arches me up by the throat, dives into the sensitive skin under my ear, and bites and sucks as he fucks into my ass.

His fingers wrap around my cock, stroking me while his thrusts get harder, faster, more fucking erratic as I struggle for breath from how good it feels.

Hitting something deep, my insides light up like fireworks, and my eyes ping open at the intense feeling, the sensation ripping through me with my orgasm.

“Blaise,” I moan. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I paint cum all over his sheets as he strokes and keeps pummeling. He doesn’t slow down or give me a second to realign with reality; he loses his control and pulls me fully onto all fours and grabs my hips.

Each thrust feels like I’m freefalling into something magical. Each time he groans, there’s a thump in my balls, and I force myself back into him.

As his hand slams down on my cheek, and the deep tunnel of my ass tightens around him, I feel him getting even harder. He fists the hair at the back of my head and uses it to control me, fucking faster, thrusting longer, slapping the side of my ass, then fisting my cock that refuses to go soft.

Stopping mid-thrust, he lets out the most addictive sound as his cock pulses inside me, pumping me full of his cum that feels so fucking good. I think more cum leaks from me too, dripping down my thigh.

He collapses on top of me, both of us panting and gasping for air. Grabbing my chin, he turns me to look at him. “You good?”

I nod once and he kisses my forehead—something I never thought would make me fight a grin, but here I am. I kiss him fully, layering my mouth on his softly.

“I love you,” I say, still trying to breathe properly as his cock softens and slips out of me. “When the fuck did that happen?”

He laughs and rolls onto his back beside me, his chest rising and falling as he comes down from the high.

The knock at the door and a deep voice make me jump. Blaise shoves me off the bed and out of sight, pulling a blanket over himself, just in time for his dad to open the door.

“Blaise,” he says, and my eyes widen. “What happened downstairs? The place is wrecked, and Cole’s clothes are on the floor.”

“No idea. Why are you home? Rachel said you were going to be staying away a while longer.”

“Oh, she’s staying there. She needs space.”

My brows knit together. He doesn’t even sound like he cares.

“Are you and Rachel okay?”

“No, son. But it’s fine. Can you find your brother and tell him to clean up his mess?”

The door closes, and I get to my knees and look over at Blaise. He gathers my cum on his sheets. “What he said.” He sticks his fingers in his mouth, tasting me. “You wanna clean up your mess?”