Accepting the Fall

by Meg Harding

  But could he make him beg?

  He sank down, relaxing his throat, but only got the head as far as the entrance before he had to pull off. He always needed time to work himself up to taking it farther. He was vocal as he worked, whining around Zander’s cock and groaning. He fluttered his lashes and looked up at Zander through them, loving the way Zander would jerk forward when he noticed Cole watching him.

  It was sloppy and wet, Cole allowing spit to slick Zander’s cock and smooth the way. The sounds Zander’s dick and his mouth made as Cole squelched his way up and down were obscene and impossibly, improbably, sexy. Cole was rock hard in his jeans, damn near a second from coming without any aid he was so worked up.

  No one had ever affected him like Zander.

  He took Zander’s cock to the base of the shaft, swallowing around him, choking but making himself stay in place. He breathed heavily through his nose, his eyes streaming. He was carving crescent moons into Zander’s thighs, his nails biting the flesh as he fought for control over his body.

  Zander had never been incredibly vocal, and he wasn’t now either. The only sounds he made were quiet huffs and hitched gasps, nothing more than changes in breathing. Each wisp of them sent a hot jolt right through Cole’s stomach and straight to his cock.

  Cole shifted on his knees, choking again and finally having to pull off. A trail of saliva followed, and he flicked his tongue out to break it.

  “Jesus Christ,” said Zander, voice deep and husky. He scratched Cole’s scalp, fingernails gentle where Cole’s were rough. “You’re so good for me.”

  Cole grinned, preening. He made a show of licking his lips. He bobbed forward but at the last second changed direction, nosing over Zander’s balls, smiling against them when Zander shifted to give him more room. “You can pull now,” he muttered, and then sucked one thick orb in and rolled his tongue over it.

  Zander shoved him closer, his hand turning to a fist in Cole’s hair. He kept him there, his balls in Cole’s mouth, for a long moment before tugging him up and then pushing Cole down on his cock. Cole gagged, and Zander kept going.

  It was bliss.

  He’d scooted closer to Zander at some point, and he was practically humping Zander’s leg. The noises he made were somewhere between desperate sobbing and pure pleasure. He couldn’t get enough. He keened when Zander backed away, hand still in Cole’s hair, holding him out so he couldn’t engulf him once more.

  “I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” said Zander, running the fingers of his other hand over Cole’s gaping mouth, his slick lips. “I want to fuck you.”

  He wasn’t going to hear any complaints from Cole, who nodded eagerly and began to scramble from his knees. They’d need the bed for this.

  Zander caught him in a kiss on the way up, and they tilted onto the bed like that, Zander sprawling over him and their knees dangling over the edge. He could feel Zander writhing around trying to kick his pants and briefs off. Cole giggled against Zander’s lips, trying to wiggle further up the bed and take Zander with him. “Come on, come on,” he said, his hands on Zander’s back. He reached down and slapped his ass. His glorious, muscled ass. Zander’s backside was so fucking hard, Cole’s palm stung. “What do you do eighty-million squats a day?”

  Zander broke the kiss to stare at him with a raised brow. “Really? That’s what you’re going to ask me right now?”

  Cole’s brain wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders. “You were so lean before.” He ran his hands along Zander’s sides, prodding. “You had the tiniest bit of fat here. I used to bite it, and you’d laugh.”

  Zander’s eyes went molten. “I’m ticklish, of course I laughed.” He grazed his nose over Cole’s cheekbone, then repeated the motion with his lips. “You have freckles now. All over your cheeks and the bridge of your nose. I think they’re beautiful.”

  Cole squirmed, still fully clothed. “I see the sun here.”

  “It suits you.” He sat up, straddling Cole’s hips. “Let’s get this off you.” He had the hem of Cole’s shirt in his hands, and he lifted. Cole arched for him, letting Zander work the shirt up to his shoulders and then he had to sit forward so Zander could remove it entirely. It ended up on the floor somewhere.

  With a hand in the center of Cole’s chest, Zander pushed him onto his back once more. Zander shimmied lower on the bed, attention turning to Cole’s jeans.

  He made quick work, taking Cole’s briefs with them, and Cole was acutely aware of his nakedness compared to Zander’s. He was happy with his body normally, but he wasn’t a sculpted Adonis. It was a little, okay a lot, overwhelming. Cole could feel the heat on his chest, neck, and face which spoke of a spreading full-body flush.

  The longer Zander spent staring at him, the more Cole trembled with anticipation. His cock was leaking without any contact, not even the jeans to act as friction anymore.

  “Zander,” said Cole, begging. “Touch me.”

  “Touch me.”

  Zander wanted to, oh how he did, but he couldn’t decide what to touch first. There was so much he would like to do. Cole’s cock was long and slender, and he debated taking it into his mouth and returning the delightful torture Cole had given him. But then there was Cole’s ass, round and pert and just waiting for attention of any kind. Zander could spank him, or he could spread his cheeks and lick him, taste him.

  How much patience did he have? How long could he hold out before the urge to fuck Cole became too much?

  Probably not long.

  He hunched over Cole, brought their lips together. “I’ve got you, babe.” Cole was warm against him, and oh so smooth. Their skin slid together, already growing wet with sweat. Cole was smaller than him, not by a lot but by enough that Zander could envelop him, cover him entirely. He let his weight rest on Cole for a second, sinking him into the mattress. Cole’s cock left a slick trail on Zander’s stomach, and he nipped Cole’s jaw as payback for the mess.

  Cole’s answering whine was high and borderline desperate.

  Zander moved off him, getting his hands on Cole’s hips and turning him over to his hands and knees. “The lube and condoms are in the drawer right there.”

  Cole waved at the nightstand. “You get it. I’m not moving.”

  Zander swatted him, stomach dipping at Cole’s low moan. Cole’s hanging dick twitched, a drop of precome leaking down to the comforter. “Lazy.” He fetched the supplies himself, and then settled in place behind Cole’s upright ass.

  Cole’s tight little hole clenched.

  Zander groaned. He rubbed his thumb over the puckered skin, trying to calm his raging erection. He was not going to be the dude who blew his load in five seconds. “How long has it been?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Since you’ve done this. How long has it been?”

  Cole stiffened, going from relaxed to straight as a board. “Not, uh, not long.” He didn’t turn to look at Zander. “I had a boyfriend. Before you.”

  Zander really shouldn’t have asked. His possessive nature reared its ugly head. It hit him like a semi-truck; he didn’t want anyone else touching Cole. Cole was his. He pressed the tip of his thumb in, then popped it out.

  He wasn’t ready to deal with that kind of realization.

  He spread Cole’s cheeks, his large hands covering the pale flesh. He leaned in, breathing hot over Cole. “I want you to beg for me,” he said, and then he licked.

  Cole turned to putty.

  Zander showed no mercy. He fucked Cole with his tongue, turning him into a quivering mess, unable to form a coherent word. He opened Cole up while he played, sinking his fingers into Cole’s wonderfully tight hole. He licked the rim, tongue dancing around one finger and then two. By the time Zander had three fingers in him, Cole was facedown on the mattress and the people down the block could probably hear him.

  “You ready?”

  Cole nodded, hair wild and face flushed and blotchy.

  “I didn’t hear any begging.” Zander lightly tapped both of
Cole’s cheeks, following the move with the sharp bite of teeth.

  Cole’s hips jerked.

  Zander crooked his fingers, searching and… there. Cole rocked back, a shout ripping from his throat. “Please! Zander, Zander, please!”

  That was more than enough for Zander. Cole protested as Zander withdrew his fingers, and Zander made nonsensical soothing noises as he gloved up. “Just a minute, babe. That’s all.” Cole’s hole was gaping at him, wide and red and slick from lube and Zander’s spit.

  Zander sank into him slowly, savoring every second of the stretch and glide. His chest was heaving with his breaths and sweat was dripping down his temples. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Cole was so fucking tight and hot. He kept pulsing around Zander, squeezing his muscles down in a vise around Zander.

  The first several thrusts he purposely avoided the angle needed to hit Cole’s prostate, but when Cole started to curse, ‘bastard’ and ‘asshole’ making their way in between ‘please’ and ‘Zander’, Zander fixed the angle.

  Cole shouted.

  Zander almost reached for the pillow to muffle him, habit, but he didn’t have to now. No one was around. They weren’t a secret. Cole could be as loud as he wanted.

  Zander’s hips got a mind of their own then, pace picking up as his control expired. He got a hand under Cole, stroking Cole’s cock as he pounded into his ass. Cole went taut beneath him, and then he came on an explosive gust of breath, voice high the whole way through his orgasm. His come coated Zander’s fingers, dripping to the bed, and Zander brought his hand around to smear the come over Cole’s ass. The sight of his come on Cole’s skin, red from where Zander’s hips had been slapping his buttcheeks, his hole spread wide around Zander’s cock, did him in. With one last thrust forward, Zander came, hunching over Cole and biting his shoulder to muffle the lowest of moans.

  He pulled out carefully, fingers around the edge of the condom, his other hand stroking Cole’s back as he shivered. “Shh, shh,” he said over and over. He removed the condom and tossed it aside, collapsing to the bed beside Cole and then yanking at Cole’s arm. “Come here.”

  Cole rolled onto him, their skin sticking together as their sweat dried.

  “We should shower,” said Zander, minutes later when he could talk without panting between words.

  Cole shook his head. “Sleep.”

  Zander ran a hand down his spine. “And in the morning?”

  Cole kissed Zander’s neck. “We’ll shower and you’ll make me French toast.”

  “Have it all planned out, huh?”

  Zander could feel Cole’s grin against him. “I do.”

  Chapter 16

  The slamming of the door woke Zander. He was a relatively light sleeper anyway, and this was far from quiet. His first thought was Cole had left. Maybe Zander hadn’t lived up to Cole’s memories and he’d decided to take off once the light of morning struck. Maybe he’d just decided Zander was a bad bet—he was a clueless single father who’d already broken Cole’s heart once after all.

  But the following shout of, “Daddy!” let him know the noise had come from his daughter being dropped off.

  God what time was it?

  He glanced to the left, at the sleeping form of Cole. He was on his back, mouth open as he quietly snored, his hair tousled over his forehead and his long, dark lashes fanned out. He looked absolutely gorgeous and as much as Zander wanted to stay in bed forever taking in this moment, he had a nosy daughter who was going to burst into the bedroom if he didn’t get up.

  That wasn’t something he wanted to explain to her.

  Grimacing, because there was no way to do this without shouting and potentially waking Cole up, Zander yelled back, “One minute. I’m getting up.” He paused. “Do not come in here.” He was learning what he would naturally assume one minute meant was not what Savanah would take it as. It was best to be explicit with what he wanted.

  Predictably, Cole grumbled, rolled to his side, and squinted up at Zander. “Ughhhh.”

  “Good morning to you too.” Zander risked taking a second to bend and kiss Cole’s cheek. “Savanah’s home.”

  That got his attention. Cole’s blue eyes opened wide. He sat up abruptly, nearly cracking Zander in the head. “What are we going to do?” He looked down at himself, the sheet puddled around his waist and a general state of nakedness beneath that. “She’s going to be so confused.”

  Zander stretched his shoulders, wincing as they popped. He’d given the matter some thought for when Cole did decide he was ready to go to the next level—though he hadn’t been expecting it to be so soon. “I don’t want to lie to her. I’m trying to build trust. But she also doesn’t need to know, uh, everything. I was thinking we tell her we’re dating, and you were too tired to go home, so you slept here. Leave it at that.” He smiled a little sheepishly. “She seems to like you, so I figure if anything this will earn me bonus points with her.”

  He wasn’t expecting to be whacked with the pillow.

  Cole scoffed. “You’re insane. You don’t get ‘bonus points’ for me.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” Zander crossed the bedroom to the master bath. They’d both need to clean up some before they could leave the room.

  “Are you sure you want to tell her? She’s going to have questions, Zander.”

  Zander took a step back into his bedroom to see Cole. “Do you not want me to tell her?” The thought was oddly upsetting. They’d been a secret the first time around, so what difference did it make?

  All the difference. Now feels more permanent.

  Zander mentally batted the thought away. Permanent was a strong word. A scary one.

  Cole see-sawed his hand. “Yes and no. I don’t want you to be dishonest with her, but I also don’t want this to turn into a problem in class.”

  “We can talk to her about not bringing it up at school.”

  “If you think that’s the right thing to do.”

  Zander huffed with frustration. “Don’t placate me. Tell me what you’re really thinking.”

  “I think you’re naked and you should really put some clothes on because it’s distracting,” said Cole. He held his hands out in a what-can-you-do gesture. “That’s my brain picked.”

  Zander knew a cop out when he saw it, but he let the matter go anyway. When it came down to brass tacks, Savanah was his and he wasn’t willing to hide this from her.

  “Daddy!”

  Right. She was waiting, and she didn’t exactly have gobs of patience.

  “One-minute, sweetie!”

  “You said that an hour ago,” she complained, voice coming from right outside his door.

  “I said it maybe five minutes ago,” he corrected her. “Why don’t you go turn the TV on?”

  “Fine,” she said, drawing the word out annoyingly long. She made sure to stomp off, the sound of her heels on the floor pronounced. No one could miss when she was put out.

  Zander caught Cole’s amused smirk and rolled his eyes. “Are all kids like this?”

  Cole laughed. “Pretty much.” He finally slid from the bed, the sheets pooling on the mattress and revealing his bare body. Zander’s brain short-circuited for a minute as he observed Cole stretching. “So do I still get French toast?”

  Zander blinked. He had to shake his head to clear it of the urge to push Cole right back into bed. “Sure. I don’t know if Savanah has had it before.”

  “Blasphemy.” Cole gasped. He nudged Zander further into the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. Someone thought it’d be a good idea to use my ass as a come rag last night.”

  That had Zander cracking up. “I told you we needed to clean up, and you said ‘no.’”

  Cole turned the shower on, glancing over his shoulder at Zander. He wiggled his backside. “You should have been a gentleman and cleaned me while I was sleeping.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” said Zander dryly—and a little breathlessly because damn, Cole had a perfectly shaped
backside.

  “You do that.” Cole stepped into the shower and the curtain blocked him from view. He started to sing, loud and off-key, and Zander nearly choked himself brushing his teeth he kept laughing so hard.

  “Mr. Whitaker,” said Savanah, staring up at him with big brown eyes that matched Zander’s. “What are you doing here?”

  “Savanah, manners.” Zander gently moved her out of the way so he could get into the kitchen.

  Savanah pursed her lips, didn’t apologize, and looked expectantly at Cole. Her little hands were on her hips. Cole had seen this stance more than once in the classroom. It was her version of digging in her heels. “I’m visiting your daddy.”

  She tapped her foot. “Why?”

  Cole arched an eyebrow. “You’re not in trouble.”

  She noticeably relaxed. “This isn’t about the biting thing?”

  He didn’t smile though he wanted to. “Nope.”

  “Okay then.” Her delight at not being in trouble lasted about five seconds before her suspicions overtook her. She narrowed her eyes and they were right back to, “Why are you here then?”

  Cole looked to Zander, who was busy grabbing things from the fridge and setting them on the counter. “Zander, you’re up.” He was not going to be the one to explain this to Savanah.

  Zander set down the egg carton and went to pull out of a chair at the island for Savanah. “Come sit down. I want to tell you something.”

  “Mr. Whitaker said I’m not in trouble.” She didn’t budge.

  Zander eyed her. “If you keep thinking you’re in trouble, I’m going to start believing you did something to warrant this attitude.”