Page 39 of A Foster Fling

He chuckles, coming to a stop now facing me. He places his finger under my chin, titling my head slightly to make me look at him. His stare pierces my soul, stealing my breath away. “I never said I wanted to make you feel better, Cole.”

Before I have a chance to respond, his mouth slams into mine, his tongue forcing its way inside. My mind says to stop but my dick has a chokehold on me.

He’s kissing me.

Again.

Only, this time is different. This time it’s rushed and frantic as though he’s afraid it’s not actually happening. Maybe it’s not; maybe it’s just another dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake up.

Reaching up, I lace my fingers into his hair, locking him into place as we kiss. I don’t want him to pull away and break apart this moment, because I know that as soon as he stops, as soon as he pulls back, I’ll leave.

I groan as he deepens the kiss and my fingers grip his hair harder. His smell is intoxicating, making things even more difficult. He moves from my mouth and I want to protest, but he silences me by kissing my neck, grabbing a fistful of hair to move my head back and out of his way. He sucks and bites his way down to my chest. In a swift movement, my shirt goes up and over my head, then to the floor.

His hands begin to explore as his mouth continues its delicious assault on my neck. They start on my chest, working their way down to my hips. My heart pounds faster and faster as I wait impatiently for what I know is about to happen.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan once they land on my dick. I swallow hard, reveling in the soft strokes his hands make over my basketball shorts.

“Tell me what you want, Cole,” he whispers against my neck.

“I don’t know.” I really don’t. I don’t want him to stop, but I do all in the same breath.What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Tell me,” he repeats, more assertive than before, shoving his hand into my boxers.

“Oh fuck.” My breathing quickens as he wraps his around my cock. “Y-ou, you, I want you!”

I give up and give in fully. Putting my hands on his chest, I push him against the fridge. Magnets and papers fall to floor as I kiss him.

I kiss him.

That familiar feeling swirls in the pit of my stomach, making its way down to my groin. I’m so close. I pull back from our kiss, trying to catch my breath as I get closer, and closer, and closer… Moving my hands to his hair, I grab fistfuls to prepare myself.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, expecting him to keeping going until he makes me cum.

He doesn’t listen.

He stops.

He pulls his hands from my shorts, pushes me back, and smirks wolfishly. “Sorry, but I can’t make you feel better.”

Wait, what? No. No.

With that, he walks out of the kitchen, leaving me to question everything that just happened. Putting my head against the cool fridge, I sigh deeply, my aching hard-on making things even more difficult.

What the fuck was that?

Chapter Thirteen

Liam

I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to feel his release all over my hand. Hell, I wanted him to cum on my fingers and lick them clean like he did in the park with his candy bar. I wanted to do so many things to him.

I stopped, to show him that I can make him feel good. I wanted him to sit with that, to leave him wanting me like I’ve been wanting him all these years. I’ll have my chance soon enough to make him cum. I’ll have my chance for him to makemecum.

Until then, my hand will have to do.

What happened only moments before replays in my head. Each sound he made, each expression that crossed his face as I played with his cock, it’s all there. I feel my release coming quickly. I speed up, needy and hungry for more than this.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as I cum, gripping the bed sheets under me. As badly as I wanted it to be him doing this to me, I have to stick to this. He can hate me all he wants but I have control over him now.