Page 34 of Sinful Nights
“Hell, the moment I started the video, I was picturing it was us, and as soon as that happened, I knew what I wanted.”
“Okay, baby, I can do that.”
My hands shake as I clutch the bottle of lube and move it from hand to hand. I’m nervous as hell. Touching Cole’s leg, I guide him onto the mattress, having him lean up on his hands and knees, just like in the video. My hand hovers over his ass, wanting to stroke him, but scared to fuck this up for him.
“Please touch me,” he purrs, turning to look at me. There’s still lust there, but there’s also love. And so much damn trust.
“Can you open yourself up for me? Let me see you.” Cole follows my direction, his chest hitting the mattress so he’s able to pull his ass cheeks apart. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, and I truly mean it. I’ve always thought Cole was flawless, and his asshole is no exception. He has a pretty pink pucker that I can’t resist. Leaning forward, I lick up his crease, moaning when the taste of him explodes on my tongue.
Cole mewls loudly, pushing his ass back against my face as I eat him out. My hands grip his waist tightly, holding him in place as I devour him. Pulling away, I spit on his hole then attack him again. Straightening my tongue, I breach the entrance, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I never want to stop. Cole reaches behind him, tapping the top of my head. I slowly come up for air, locking eyes with Cole.
“Want to try your fingers?” he pants, his pupils blown wide. “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer, and I want to feel you.”
“Anything you need, baby.”
I pour some lube onto my fingers and then drizzle some more into his crease before gently pushing Cole onto his side and then sliding in behind him. I place one hand under his body, holding him to me while my lube-covered fingers explore his physique. Once I reach his ass, I chuckle when he slowly slides his knees up, wordlessly telling me where he wants me to go. Giving him what he wants, I drag my finger to his crease, rubbing his pucker but not yet pushing it in. My heart is beating so damn fast, and there’s sweat all over my body. I don’t want to fuck this up. I want to give Cole everything he’s ever wanted and needed. My hands shake as I insert the tip of my middle digit into his ass.
Cole arches his frame, flinging his head back. He turns his face, his mouth searching for mine. Shoving my tongue into his mouth, I kiss him as my finger pushes farther into his body. Cole rocks his ass against my finger, trying to find his pleasure. His pants and moans fill the space between us.
My finger slips out of his ass, and Cole uses it as an excuse to change our positions. He pushes at my chest, then straddles my waist, lining our dicks up. Wanting to feel him again, I reach around his body, inserting my finger where it belongs. Cole shouts as I breach him, his cock thrusting against mine.
“God, yes,” he screams. “More, Oak, fucking give me more. Two fingers.”
Snatching him around the neck, I pull his face to mine, shoving my tongue in his mouth before pulling away. “Anything you want.”
My hand searches the mattress, trying to find the bottle. Once it’s in my hand, I drizzle more onto my fingers, then slowly push two of them into his ass. Curling the tips of my fingers, I touch him in ways I’ve never thought of touching him before. His head drops to my neck, our chests rubbing together easily from our sweat. Our cocks are pressed tightly between us, and eventhough I want to come, I hold back. I demand that Cole orgasm first. His pleasure is all I care about at this moment.
Pulling my fingers out, I grab hold of his waist and flip us so that I’m on top. Crawling down his body, I push his legs wide, smirking when he reaches under them to hold them in place. My fingers find their spot in his hole, and I finger him again, this time taking his cock to the back of my mouth.
“Fuck!” he shouts, his hands grabbing hold of my head and holding tight. “Fuck me, Oak. Right there. Don’t fucking stop. Make me fill your mouth up. Taste my cum, baby.”
I hum around his shaft, moving from two to three fingers. My fingers hit a tiny bundle of nerves that has Cole shooting down my throat. I suck him down, then pull off and take my time licking all over his dick. His shaft is limp, but I can’t stop myself. His cock gives one small twitch, but he’s done.
“My turn.”
Cole shoves my chest, pushing me down onto the bed, and I don’t even have a second to say a word before my dick is down his throat. His finger touches my hole, and holy shit, I didn’t even realize he put lube on his fingers. He’s barely breached my rim when I’m coming hard into his mouth. Some dribbles out of the side of his lips, and damn, that’s sexy as fuck.
Leaning up, I wipe the stray cum at the corner of his mouth and shove my finger onto his tongue. He licks and sucks the cum off before falling onto my stomach.
“Holy shit,” he wheezes.
“Holy shit indeed.”
17
COLE
Buttoning up my shirt,I glance at myself in the full-length mirror, making sure I look okay. Tonight, Oak and I are going out to dinner to celebrate his getting a new job. I was shocked when he told me about his new position. I didn’t even know he was looking for a new job. But I’ve known how much he disliked what he was currently doing. Earlier today, I stopped at the grocery store and got a cake made for Oak. I want everything tonight to be perfect. I have big plans for Oak and me this evening, and I’m hoping to kick it off with a nice dinner.
Snatching my black tie off the dresser, I put it around my neck, swiftly tying it into place. I got a reservation for us at this Brazilian steakhouse. Oak and I love the place, but it’s not something we can afford very often. It has a variety of meats, from steak to chicken to various types of pork. They have their servers walk through the restaurant offering all the different meats, and you’re able to have as many as you want. It’s fucking glorious. And the price is also why we’ve only been there a couple times. But I want to surprise him, and I hope he loves it.
“You almost ready?” Oak questions, leaning against my bedroom doorjamb. His gaze trails from my head to my toes, ashiver running through my body when he licks his lips. “Damn, you look good.”
Looking to see what he’s glancing at, I glance at myself in the mirror. I look okay. I’m wearing black slacks, a black button-up with a matching tie. My hair is actually styled, which I don’t like. Gliding my fingers through the strands, I shake out my hair, smiling when I’m pleased with it. “Thank you. You look amazing, too.”
And he does. Oak always looks good, but when he dresses up, he looks spectacular. He’s wearing a pair of tan slacks with this deep blue button-up shirt. It’s weird not to see him in his cut-off shirts, but I love how much he dressed up for our dinner. He doesn’t even know where we’re going, so his dressing up makes it that bit more special.
Shrugging his shoulders, he smiles. “I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I wanted to look good.”
