Page 40 of Sinful Nights
“Well, thank you, but I can protect myself.” Cole gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, then takes off, heading through the club to the dressing room.
Sensing a gaze on me, I turn my head to see Preston staring straight at me with a smile on his face. He winks, and I laugh. Yeah, things are definitely changing.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off with the towel before handing it over to Cole. He quickly passes it over his body, then through his hair, before tossing it on the floor.
“Someone’s in a hurry!” I yell after him as he takes off out of the bathroom.
“You’re the one who made us shower! You should have just gone along with what I said and headed straight to the bedroom.”
Running my hand over my head, I laugh loudly, knowing he’s right. After my quick chat with Preston earlier, I’ve realized something is different between Cole and me, but I just can’t put my finger on it. I’m sure it’ll come to me soon, though, so I don’t need to worry myself with it right now. I follow Cole into his room, leaning against the doorframe as I watch him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, the bottle of lube next to him, his cock standing at attention.
“Are you sure?” he asks, gazing at me.
I stride over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him against me. “About what? You fucking me? I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Cole closes his eyes, blowing out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, I have some idea since you’ve been doing it to me, but what if I do this wrong?”
“Cole,” I chuckle, kissing his lips. “You could never touch me wrong.”
“Okay.” He breathes deeply, lifting his head and locking eyes with me. “Get on the bed, Oakley, and show me your ass.”
“God, yes,” I purr, giving him one final kiss, then making my way over to the mattress. I crawl on all fours, shaking my ass when it’s in the air. I sense him before I feel him, his fingers finally trailing down my spine before he moves them back up. His hands grab my ass cheeks, dragging them apart before he moans.
“Can I taste you?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” I grunt, arching my back, trying to stick my ass closer to his face. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he growls, spreading me wider before his tongue attacks. He licks up my crease before leaning down and licking my balls. God, that feels so fucking good. Cole gives the best fucking head. If I could keep my cock in his mouth all day, I would. I have no idea where he learned it, but the things this man can do with his tongue is wicked.
“Yours,” I reply, my hands fisting the sheets in front of me.
Cole eats me roughly, his tongue breaching my rim, but I need more. When I rock back into his face, Cole chuckles and pulls away. The snap of the cap alerts me that he’s opened the lube, the wetness hitting my ass a few seconds later. He inserts a single finger, working it inside me.
“Baby, we both know that is going to do nothing. Your cock is way bigger than that one finger. I’m going to need more to work me open.”
“Oh, okay.” He inserts three fingers, stretching them, trying to work my hole open.
Shit, I hope I can fit him. I don’t know how he’s able to take my cock, and he’s thicker than I am. My body locks up tight at the thought of him slamming his cock into me, and Cole pulls his fingers out immediately, resting on my back.
“What just happened? Are you okay?” He asks, roughly, his heavy breathing hitting my ears.
“Fuck, yes, sorry. My mind got stuck on how the hell I’m going to fit you in my ass, and I got nervous.”
Cole pushes at my shoulder, shoving me onto my back. “I promise I’ll go slow,” he tells me, rubbing his thumb against my cheek softly. God, I love when he touches me, especially when it’s gentle caresses.
“I know you will, baby.” I kiss his lips, then nod my head. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, hold your legs.”
I clasp my legs, holding myself open for Cole. Damn, this is a fucking vulnerable spot to be in. Did I shower enough? Fuck, what if he thinks I’m too hairy? Oh my god, what if I have an ugly asshole?
“You’re perfect,” he says, cutting through my negative thoughts. “Now get out of your head.”
Cole uses his fingers again, working me open a little more. Once I tell him I’m ready, he replaces his digits with his lube-covered cock, pushing in slowly.
“Oh, holy fucking shit, fuck, damn, why are you so big?” I ramble as he pushes past the rim.
“Oh, um. That’s just the head of my cock, should I stop?”
