Page 25 of Sinful Nights
Jumping back onto my legs, I place my hands on my knees, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath. Shit, did I already do something wrong? Maybe I mistook his nod, and he was actually shaking his head? “I’m sorry,” I rush out, hoping I didn’t push him into doing something he didn’t want to.
“No, I just forgot I didn’t take a shower once I got home. I sweated for hours straight, so I just don’t think that’s something you’re going to want to, uh… smell?” He grimaces, looking down at himself.
We both laugh, Cole’s cheeks turning bright red. “All right, what if—and you can totally shut me down—we take a shower together?” I ask, taking a shot in the dark and hoping he doesn’t turn me down.
“Oh, I really love that idea. Yes, that. I want to do that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, Oak, let’s go shower together.”
13
COLE
For most people,waking up from a nap to see that someone planned something so sweet for you would be considered rare. But it’s not for me. Instances like today happen so often, but it never fails to put a smile on my face or to make me happy. Oakley is one of those people who loves deeply, no matter who it is, and he always wants to show how much he loves you. The way he calls his mom multiple times a week and will just sit and talk to her about nothing in particular. Or how every holiday he makes sure to send flowers to both of our moms with a small gift for each of them. He’s the most caring person I’ve ever met, and after being around him for so long, I still haven’t gotten used to being spoiled by him.
His creating a small campout in my bedroom was something new, but I loved it just the same. However, the moment I noticed his arousal, my thoughts drifted to this morning. I wasn’t lying when I told him I’ve been thinking about it all day. The entire time we were watching the movie, I kept thinking of how he would react if I just touched him. Seeing his erection had me thrilled that he likes to go commando. As many times as I’ve seen it before, I was never as curious about it as I am now.
And here we are, standing in the bathroom, staring at one another. “Warm or hot water?” I ask, nerves picking up. Earlier this morning, it was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. This time, it’s more planned. We both know why we’re here.
“Are you nervous?”
Nodding my head, I whisper, “Yeah,” smiling when he reaches his hand out to me. He pulls me against his chest, his hands sifting through my hair.
“I’ve got you. This is new for both of us. But we’re best friends, Cole. We can tell each other anything. Especially since this is new territory for both of us. If there’s ever a time when you feel uncomfortable, or I do, then we promise to say something to one another. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I take off the rest of my clothes, with Oak—of course—already naked and waiting. We step into the shower, Oak taking me in his hands again. “Remember to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point.”
He doesn’t wait for my reply before he takes the bottle of body wash and pours some onto my dick. Using his hand, he works my shaft as he cleans me. Our foreheads touch as I lean forward, my eyes closing tightly. I moan softly, obsessed with the feeling of his hand on me. Why is it so different with Oak? I haveneverfelt like this. It’s a feeling I want to chase every day. Maybe because he makes me feel safe, so I know he’ll always be there? Maybe it’s because he’s my best friend, and this is something best friends should always be doing? I don’t know, but what Idoknow is that I want more. I may not have Oak’s experience, but I know some things.
“Can we move back to the tent?”
“Hmm?” Oak pulls away, licking his lips. “Why?”
“I’m clean. Very clean. And with what I want to do next, we need to be on the floor. Or in a bed.” I whine, probably soundingpathetic, but whatever, I need his hands on me. Preferably in the next thirty seconds.
Oak raises one eyebrow, his teeth coming out to bite his plump bottom lip. “And what is it you want to do next?”
“It’s a surprise,” I reply, my heart beating faster. Please don’t turn me down. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so damn horny, and all I want is to come. With Oak. Preferably on him. Or him on me. I’m not even picky at this point. I just know I’ve never been this aroused in my life, and I need to do something about it.
“Fuck, okay.” Oak steps away, grabbing more body wash and rapidly washing his cock. He spends a few extra seconds putting a couple of swipes on other parts of his body before he rinses off all the suds and jumps out of the shower. “Uh, are you gonna hurry up or what?”
I’m stuck in a trance, fixated on Oak’s body. I’ve always noticed that he’s attractive. From his bulky arms to his cut six-pack… even his face is beyond gorgeous. But now that I’m standing here, I’m looking at him a little differently. Like, what would it be like to touch all of his naked body? The thought of putting his cock in my mouth has me clamping up, and my breathing becomes labored. Shit, do I want that? My dick jerks against the streaming water, and I have my answer. Yeah, I do want that. But maybe not tonight.
“Let’s go.”
I do a little shake in the shower, getting off the last remaining drops of water, and then I rub the towel over my body briskly before tossing it onto the floor. Oak is already ahead of me, his tight ass flexing as he hurries into my bedroom. By the time I make it in there after him, he’s already back in the tent. He’s lying on his back, one hand behind his head, while the other has his cock in a tight hold.
He gives himself one jerk, then rasps. “What’s the surprise?” Not wanting my confidence to disappear, I don’t think; I just act. I crawl into the tent, straddling his hips as I sit on top of him. His hand moves from his dick to my waist, his other hand coming out to join as he holds me in place. “Fuck, this is such a pretty view: you, sitting on my lap, hard as a rock. For me.” One of his hands trails up my side, my body involuntarily arching at the touch. “Shit, you’re so reactive to me. I’ve barely touched you and look at how much you’re leaking.”
Glancing down, I gasp when I see the trail of precum leaking from my slit onto his stomach. “That’s a lot,” I tell him, blown away by the little puddle pooling onto his stomach. My finger dips into the precum, swirling it around before I pick up a decent amount onto my finger. Without thinking, I place my finger against Oak’s lips, spreading the warm liquid over his bottom lip. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, moaning loudly as his eyes roll back into his head.
“Fuck, Cole. You taste so good.”
“I-I do?” I stutter, not believing him. “Have you ever tasted cum before?”
