Page 38 of Sinful Nights
I place my hands on his waist, attempting to focus back on the here and now. I’ve always loved sex, but it has never been this addictive for me. With Cole, I want it all the time.
“Oak,” Cole pants my name, and it’s music to my ears. Hearing him moan my name does wild things to my body. There’s a primal need in me to fill him up with my cum and make him mine.
“Fucking say my name, baby,” I growl, tugging on his hair. His gorgeous, slender throat presents itself to me, and I use the opportunity to suck on it tightly, hoping I leave a mark. The thought of Cole heading to Peaches tonight with my mark has me fucking feral. Taking hold of his waist, I thrust up, fucking into him roughly.
His cock bobs up and down a few times before Cole latches on and strokes himself. I’ve gotten to know Cole’s sexual signs a lot over the past couple of days, and I know that once he’s grabbed hold of his dick, it’s only a matter of thrusts until he’s coming all over me.
And I’m right. A few jerks later, Cole’s groaning loudly, his dick spurting cum all over my stomach. Seeing him lose himself to the pleasure has me fucking into him harder. My legs still as I come, filling him with my warmth. His body falls onto mine, both of us panting. God, I’m so damn obsessed with this man. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tightly against me. I never want to let him go.
“So good,” he murmurs, lifting up and placing a soft kiss on my chest. “I wanted to wait until after I got home, but then I saw you and couldn’t hold back any longer.”
“Saw me doing what?” I ask, curious why he jumped me. I wasn’t doing anything aside from sitting on his bed when he came out of the shower. He was getting ready for his shifttonight, and after strolling into the room, drying his long hair, he leaped onto the bed and started making out with me. And of course, once I have my lips on him, I don’t want to stop.
He shrugs, eying me seductively. “Looking sexy on the bed.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “I’m glad you think that ’cause I wasn’t trying to be sexy or anything.”
“You don’t have to try Oak, you just are. But shit, I’m going to be late.” He jumps off me, rolling off the mattress. “And now I need to shower again. Fuck.”
“There’s no need for you to shower,” I yell after him as he runs out of the room. “I have no problem with you going to work smelling like me!”
“Gross!” Cole shouts before the rushing water of his shower drowns out anything else he tries to say.
“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, wishing he had taken me up on going to work with my scent on him. The thought of any person trying to get close to him, only to smell me, has my inner caveman coming out. I want every person in that club to know I’m the one who’s in his bed every night and they can dream about it all they want, but it’ll never happen for them.
I’m still lying on the bed a few minutes later when Cole comes barreling into the room. “Are you coming tonight?”
“Duh.”
“Are you not going to shower? He asks, wrinkling his nose. He grabs a pair of briefs from his dresser, gliding them up his legs before turning around to face me.
“Hmm? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I smirk, flicking my gaze down before back up again. “I was too busy staring at your ass.”
“You should let me in your ass sometime.” He asks easily as he runs the towel through his hair. As though he’s been thinking about this for a while and was waiting for the right time to say something.
“Fuck,” I whisper. The thought of Cole fucking me has my dick trying to rally again. “Why haven’t we done that?”
Cole stops with one foot in his shorts, his head whipping up to stare at me. “Wait, would you really let me?”
Getting off the bed, I walk over to Cole, who straightens when I reach him. “Hell yeah, I would. Fuck, you let me fuck you. Why wouldn’t I let you do the same?”
“I-I don’t know,” he stutters, his eyes widening. “Fuck, I want to fuck you. I didn’t think you would want that because you never brought it up. But fuck, I’ve been wanting to ask all damn week.”
Groaning loudly, I grab his shoulders, squeezing tightly. “God damn it, Cole. You would bring this up when we have absolutely no time.”
Cole chuckles, reaching down to take hold of the leg of his shorts. He pulls them on, then smiles at me. “I guess it’ll be something to look forward to later tonight, then,” he pats me on the chest, turning around while I’m staring at him, shell-shocked.
“Damn it,” I huff, returning to the bed to grab my clothes. “You really think I’m going to last until your shift is done.”
“I promise it’ll be worth it.” Cole winks, heading out of the room.
Standing in place, I shake my head. “Fuck, I had no idea you were like this.”
“Neither did I. But I’m loving it. Come on, we have to go.”
An hour later, I’m sitting back against the booth, the club lights strobing all around me. Cole hasn’t been on stage yet, but I know he’s coming up soon. I’ve been rock hard in my jeans the entire night, having to flag Preston down to bring me drinks to my table since it’s too uncomfortable to walk around. Peaches is so damn crowded tonight, and I smile, looking around at how there are barely any open seats. I love seeing the place like this,knowing that all the guys are going to have a ton of people out here cheering for them.
The intro to Cole’s song blares through the speaker, causing me to sit up straight in my seat. Cole strides onto the stage, and I’m blown away. I’ve seen him on the stage hundreds of times, and I never tire of watching him perform. He’s wearing a deep blue lace set, and I swallow roughly, my mouth going dry. Holy shit. Why haven’t I asked him to wear one of those at home? Cole walks around the platform, and my eyes gravitate to the knee-high heels on his feet. Fuck, now I’m imagining those wrapped around my waist as I fuck into him. Making a mental note to ask him to wear one of his outfits later, I try to focus on Cole dancing on the stage.
