Page 28 of Sinful Nights
Attacking him too roughly, I shove his cock into my mouth, gagging when I shove him in too far. I quickly pull off, tears filling my eyes as I cough. “Shit, I got too excited,” I huff, willing my gag reflex to go away.
“That was amazing.”
I chuckle, grabbing his cock again. “I didn’t even do anything yet. Let me try again.”
This time, I take a deep breath, breathing through my nose as I take him into my mouth. I pull off to the tip, giving myself a chance to get used to having a cock in my mouth. Cole’s cock. In my damn mouth. The thought has me leaking in my shorts, knowing I’m not going to last long. Pulling off, I lick from his balls to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head getting rewarded with a tasty drop of his precum.
Cole’s hands find my head, shoving me onto his cock as hard as he can. Tears are steaming down my face, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I don’t even care. Cole can use my mouth as roughly as he wants. Each of his hands finds the sides of my face, gripping hard as he pulls me up and down on his dick. Through tear-stricken eyes, I glance up at Cole, who’s staring at me, his jaw dropped as his hands move up and down. His tongue peeks out of his mouth, swiping across his bottom lip before biting it roughly. His rough groans hit my ears, and I try to relax my throat as much as I can.
“Oakley,” he moans, his grip on my face tightening. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Fuck, fuck,fuck!” His hands still, and cum shoots down my throat as Cole lets loose in my mouth. I milk him, trying to get every delicious drop out of him. He finally releases my head, and I pull off, trying to catch my breath. “Shit, I’m sorry, Oak. I didn’t mean to come in your mouth. I swear I tried to pull out, but it felt so damn good. Warm and soft, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“That’s okay, I would have latched on anyway. God, Cole, you taste so good.”
Cole blushes, then sits up quickly. “Wait, I need to take care of you.”
“Uh, no worries.” I grimace, looking down at my shorts. “I might have already come.”
“Oh.” His mouth makes a perfect ‘O’ shape as he gazes down at the fabric covering me, a huge wet stain right where the head of my cock is. “But I didn’t touch you.”
“You didn’t have to.” Climbing up his body, I give him a deep kiss, hoping he can taste himself. “There was no way I was going to last with all those noises you were making.”
“I wasn’t making noises.”
Laughing, I roll over to his side, throwing my arm across his stomach. “Uh, yeah, you were. Very loud sounds. But don’t be embarrassed. I loved them all. Hence, creaming my pants.”
“I’m not going to lie and say it’s not hilarious, but Oak, it’s fucking hysterical. You coming in your shorts.”
“I couldn’t help myself. That’s what you did to me.”
“I-I,” he stutters, his face becoming flushed. “I did that?”
“Yeah,you, Cole. Not just the noises, but your body as well. How you so easily gave yourself to me, how relaxed you were, and how at ease you seemed with yourself. It was a side of you I’d never seen before and hope to see more of.”
“Oh, I want to do it again. Multiple times if I have any say in it.” He turns onto his side, looking me in the eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, ask me anything.”
He takes a deep breath, his hand coming out to touch where my heart is beating. “Do you think what we did was strange? I mean, we’ve both always been with women, and yet we fell into this so easily. I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking things.”
“You are thinking too hard.” I tell him, pulling him in closer and squeezing him tightly. “But no, you’re not overthinking things. I believe it was so easy for me because it was you. I didn’t see a man or a woman. All I saw was you, Cole. And that’s all I needed.”
Cole hums, dragging his index finger around my stomach. “I like that. That’s all I needed. You. Just Oak.”
Kissing his forehead, I breathe him in deeply, his body melting into mine. “Make no mistake, though. Now that I know what it’s like, I don’t want to stop. I want all your orgasms, Cole. All of them.”
15
COLE
My body swingsaround the pole, my head tossed back and my eyes closed as I lose myself to the music. Tonight, I’m on stage with a newfound lightness in my body. I’ve always been comfortable in the spotlight, but tonight is different. What’s been happening with Oakley has made me feel more at ease within myself. I can’t explain it, but there’s been a new side to me I want to experience. Before this, I believed I knew what sex was like. After trying it, I found it wasn’t for me. But then I tried it with Oak, and a whole new world opened up for me. A world that I hope includes lots of orgasms.
I want all of your orgasms, Oak’s voice echoes in my mind, my body shivering from the thought of all the orgasms I want to give him.
It’s different with Oak; it always has been. We’ve consistently had a deep connection, and now that we’ve added a layer to our friendship, I want to know more. What else have we been missing out on? What other things haven’t I experienced? All these thoughts keep filtering into my mind, and now is probably not the best time for me to be thinking about Oak and coming.
My hand slips on the pole, but luckily, I catch myself just in time. Taking a deep breath, I recenter myself before dropping onto the platform. My feet wobble on my heels as I sway from one side of the stage to the other. The overhead lights are shining brightly, almost blinding my view of the audience. Except for Oakley. No matter where he is in the room, and how little I can see of the crowd, my body knows where he’s at. Making my way to the edge of the stage, I turn around so my ass is facing everyone. Slowly bending down, I lean forward until I reach my toes, shaking my ass before standing back up. Once I face the front again, I slowly unbutton my shirt, letting the fabric fall to the ground. There’s a chorus of moans as the crowd sees the lace bra I’m wearing underneath my top. Sliding one finger under the strap, I deliberately push it down my shoulder, then quickly lift it back up, wagging my finger at the crowd. There are groans and grunts as I tease them, first with my bra, and then with the matching panties. I shove my thumb against the hem of the panties, pulling them down slightly before snapping them back into place. I walk over to the other side, giving them the same attention, teasing but not fully losing my clothes.
Once I’ve teased both sides of the stage, I head back to the middle to finish out my routine. The song ends, and I rush off the platform to gather up my tips and then hurry to the dressing room to switch my outfit for my duet with Bash. While I’m running to the dressing room, Declan passes by me, making his way to the stage. God, I’m so obsessed with the outfits he wears onstage. He loves to wear these black knee-high boots with black panties, but it’s the corsets he wears on top that have me jealous. No one else in the club dons corsets except Declan, and I think he’s the only one who can pull them off. The one he’s wearing tonight is black with gold thread and rhinestones all throughout. It’s gorgeous.
