Page 19 of Sinful Nights
Oakley waits for me outside the club next to the back door. It isn’t long before we’re tiredly making our way into the apartment, my eyes falling shut from exhaustion. He follows me down the hallway, stopping outside my door.
“You did great tonight.” He says, taking a step forward, then quickly taking one step back.
“Thank you.” I preen, never tire of hearing Oak say how amazing I did on the stage.
“I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Of course.”
We stare at one another, neither of us knowing what to do next. Oak leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Not what I was hoping for, but okay. I’m about to spin around and walk into my room when Oak suddenly shoves me against my bedroom door, shoving my lips apart with his tongue. God, yes. This was what I wanted. My toes curl as his tongue battles mine. There’s a hint of Coke on him, but everything else is Oak. One of his hands finds my waist, while the other sifts through my hair, pulling slightly on the strands. The subtle pain from his pulling has me moaning loudly and arching my back, our chests touching one another. We’re like that for a few seconds, losing time while we continue kissing. Oak pulls away before I’m ready, his chest rising and falling just as fast as mine.
“Good night, Cole.”
“Good night, Oak.”
10
OAKLEY
Lying in bed,I turn onto my side, straining my ears to see if I can hear whether Cole is awake. Who would have known how much I loved kissing Cole? I mean, I’ve always loved kissing him, but kissing him on the lips? It was like a whole new world opened up. I don’t know why we haven’t done that before. Kissing my best friend is something I want to do multiple times a day. I just need him to wake up so that I can do it already. There were so many times last night when I wanted to sneak into his room to cuddle with him, but I refrained. But now I’m regretting that decision.
There’s a bang in the kitchen that has me jumping off my bed and throwing on a pair of briefs. I hurry into the bathroom and rush through things, making sure I brush my teeth before I slide into the kitchen, Tom Cruise style. Cole is standing at the stove, swaying his hips from side to side as he listens to music. His pants are hanging low on his hips, his usual sweatshirt replaced by a black tank top. Fuck, Cole has a nice body. His arm muscles are bulging, flexing as he moves around. The pan he dropped is still on the kitchen floor, so I pick it up, putting it on the counter, then stand beside him waiting for him to notice me.
He turns around, smiling at me. God, I’ve always loved his smile. “Hi. You’re a sleepyhead today. You never sleep this late.”
“We were out late,” I tell him, not wanting to admit that I’ve been awake the past hour waiting to see when he would get up. Dammit, maybe I should have snuck into this room last night.
“Not that late. And no later than usual.” He raises his eyebrow as he tilts his head, studying me, analyzing me, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.
Not able to help myself, I put my arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His breath hitches as I tighten my hold, so our faces are inches apart. Not giving him a chance to talk, I place my lips over his lightly, giving him the softest of pecks. Trying to pull away, I chuckle when Cole shoves me back against the counter and starts making out with me. His fingers find my head, dragging me closer to him as my own tug on his locks. Damn, I love pulling on his hair. I trail my hands down his back, my palms finding their way to his ass. I hold onto him, his ass cheeks fitting perfectly in my hand as we keep kissing.
“Everyone should kiss their best friend like that,” he whispers when he pulls away. “You hungry for breakfast?”
“Hell yeah, I’ve got an enormous… appetite.” Looking down at my briefs, I chuckle when I see I’m rock hard, my cock straining against the tight material. Huh. That hasn’t happened before. Actually, I’m lying; it happened the very first time I kissed Cole. Hell, and the second time I kissed him, too. Seems my body loves kissing Cole almost as much as I do.
Wanting to see if Cole’s body is reacting the same way, I peek around his body, trying to see if I can see a bulge in his pants. My eyes widen when I see a huge-ass bulge, his pants doing nothing to hide how aroused he is. Fuck, Cole ishuge. Like enormous. Way bigger than me. And fuck, now I’m thinking about what it looks like. Does his curve like mine? Is it thicker? Thinner? Does he have a vein that goes down his shaft?
“Come on, let’s eat.”
Cole’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I’m kind of sad he’s taking me out of my daydream. Following him over to the couch, we sit side by side, our plates in front of us.
“Thank you for breakfast,” I tell him, picking up a maple sausage and taking a huge bite out of it.
“I was fucking starving when I woke up. I knew that a bowl of cereal wasn’t going to cut it.”
“Uh-huh.”
We eat our breakfast in silence, my thoughts going back to Cole’s dick. Is it strange that I’m curious to see it? Would he think I’m weird if I ask to see it? I mean, I’ve seen his dick before. Hell, plenty of times. But I’ve never seen it when he’s aroused. I know it’s going to look different, and by the size of the rock-hard dick that I can still see, I would hate to miss the view of it.
“Can I see your dick?” I blurt out, my eyes glued to his crotch. I might be a little bit more than curious, and if I don’t get a glimpse of it soon, I might lose it.
Cole turns his head, his mouth opening and closing. He snaps it shut, then opens it slowly, saying, “What?”
“Your dick, I want to see it.” I say, probably too eagerly.
“You do? Why?”
“I don’t know. Why not? Don’t best friends look at each other’s cocks? That’s a normal thing?” I’m trying like hell to pull something out of my ass to convince him to show me. I don’t know if it’s normal or not, but I know I want to see it, so hell, it’ll have to be our new normal.
