Page 45 of A Foster Fling

“Oh, God,” Cole whimpers as my hand grips his cock. His fingers dig into my back as he drags them along my skin. The painful throb from his nails grazing against the burns on my skin sends a shock wave of pleasure and pain through me and I cry out. The look of satisfaction on his face when I do turns me on even more.

Slowly, I make my way down until my mouth is right at the tip of his dick. Cole sits up on his elbows and watches with anticipation. Him watching me is the hottest fucking thing ever. I swirl the tip of my tongue around the head, licking up the pre-cum. His muscles flex with want, and I can tell he’s trying hard not to shove it down my throat—not that I’d stop him.

I lick the tip again, then take his entire length into my mouth, eliciting a loud, primal groan from Cole. His hand finds my hair as his hips thrust forward, pleading for more. I give it to him, along with everything else I’ve been waiting for the chance to do. Like I wanted to do in the kitchen. Like I wanted to when we were younger.

I continue to take all of him in, slowly; up, down, up, down. Each thrust he gives, the deeper he goes and the harder I get. My cock is throbbing when I grip it and begin to stroke myself as I continue to suck him off. I have to steady myself before I cum before I want to, even though I’m right on the edge of ecstasy.

“Keep going,” Cole begs, his thrusts becoming frantic. “I’m going to cum, please don’t stop.”

Unlike in the kitchen, I don’t stop. I keep going until his grip on me tightens and his body tenses as he releases into my mouth, moaning my name.

I swallow every last drop of the warm, salty liquid before towering over him, my cock still in hand. His eyes are closed and his chest rises and falls heavily as he comes down from his orgasm.

“Open,” I demand, looking at his beautiful, plump lips. He eagerly does as he’s told. Positioning myself near his mouth, I grab his hand and replace mine with his. Taking my thumb and pushing it under his tongue to keep his mouth open, I growl, “Make me cum. I want you to taste what you do to me.”

He starts off slow, teasing me. It takes everything in me not to cum instantly, but I want to enjoy this, even if it’s just for a few seconds longer. Unexpectedly, Cole leans forward and darts his tongue out, lapping at the tip of my dick. I release my hold on him and he takes advantage of the freedom, practically slurping me into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I throw my head back, the sensation of his mouth around me causing me to shiver with need. I do just as he did and grasp his hair between my fingers, holding him in place while I fuck his mouth. I feel it building as my balls tighten with each thrust and before long, I can’t hold back.

“I’m coming,” I cry out, pushing into him one last time as I finally get what I’ve been wanting for four years. My whole body shakes as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had wracks my frame. It takes a few minutes to come back down to earth, but when I do, gorgeous green eyes are waiting for me, looking up while my cock is still in his mouth. I pull out slowly and he smirks.

“You’re gonna kill me if you keep doing that.” Cole laughs as I move from on top of him, grabbing my pants to put them on. He does the same, getting to his feet and dusting the sand off his chest and shoulders. I notice a small tattoo on his collarbone. From here it’s too small to see, so I step forward and run my finger across it before he has a chance to put his shirt on.

It’s the date his brother committed suicide.

Leaning down, I kiss the ink. I know what it’s like to lose someone close to you. While my person is still here, she’s a walking corpse and it’s haunting to see her walking around with what little life she has left in her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his skin. He places his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I can tell he wants to say something, but he refrains.

“Ready?” he asks, tossing his shirt over his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

We head back to his house in silence. It’s not awkward or tense like before. It’s perfect—almost. A comfortable silence I can live in as long as it’s with him.

“Do you remember him?” Cole says after a while.

“Gabe?”

“Yeah. Y’all hung out a lot. I just thought maybe…I don’t know.”

“I do, not much though. He was a cool kid. I remember he used to give you shit for always wanting to skate with him. We used to just hang out in his room a lot.”

I know he already knew that, but honestly, I didn’t focus too much on Gabe. My attention was on him whenever I wasn’t with Gabe.

I wonder if he knows about me and Gabe?That thought causes me to choke up a little.

Fuck.

If he finds out now, there’s no way he’s going to trust me again. My feet start to feel like cement, weighing me down, but I keep going like nothing’s wrong.

I didn’t want us to be built on our past but I guess one secret won’t be to hard to hide. If keeping that from him means keeping him, I’ll do it.

Chapter Eighteen

Cole

For the first time in a long time, my mind is at ease. I don’t have a million questions running through my head, or a thousand thoughts wreaking havoc in my brain. There’s nothingness, and while that would concern some, it’s peaceful to me. I haven’t felt like this since… I honestly don’t remember when, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it, because while it seems like a fucked up fairytale ending, there’s this looming feeling that there’s another shoe about to drop and destroy everything between us all over again. Like this isn’t how things are supposed to be for us.