Page 41 of Sinful Nights
“That’s just the fucking head? Oh my god, there’s more?” I moan, thrashing my head around. “Do it. Split me in half, Cole.”
“What a baby,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I didn’t cry this much when you were shoving your cock in my ass.”
“Yeah, well, your dick is bigger than mine.”
“It is, isn’t it?” he smirks, looking down at where, apparently, he’s barely breached me.
“I wasn’t fucking saying it to make it a competition. Oh god, just fuck me already.”
Cole chuckles, pushing in a little farther. He watches my face intently as he continues to slide in, my body accepting the intrusion. Once he’s fully in, he pauses, searching my face. “I’m okay. Fuck me.”
Cole pulls out slowly, then glides back in, moaning loudly. His eyes widen, his pupils blown as he gingerly fucks me, his hands tightening on where they’re gripping my skin. Fuck, I hope I have a bruise from his fingertips. “Can I fuck you from behind?”
I nod my head, wincing when he withdraws. Turning over, I stick my ass in the air, waiting for Cole to enter me again. He doesn’t keep me waiting for long, the head of his cock moving past my rim. He doesn’t give me much time to get used to him before he’s thrusting into me. My hand finds my cock immediately, jerking myself roughly. The head of his cock hits my prostate, and I see stars. Oh fuck, so that’s what that feels like. I squeeze my cock, trying to stave off my orgasm, but it’s no use. Cole hits my prostate again, and I’m a goner. I come all over the sheets, a puddle of cum pooling underneath me. Cole’s hands grip my waist roughly as he fucks me fast, filling me with his cum. After catching his breath, he pulls out of me, both of us falling onto the bed.
“Fuck, when can we do that again?”
“Every day.” I huff, knowing without a doubt that I want to do this the rest of my life.
“Good, because I never want to give this up.”
“Me neither.”
Cole snuggles into my chest, and I reach down, grabbing his comforter and pulling it up to cover us. His breathing evens out as he falls asleep on my chest. My hands brush his chestnut hair off his face, and I lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips. A soft breath escapes his mouth as something in my heart settles into place.
Love.
I’ve always loved Cole; hell, I’m pretty sure I loved him from the first moment I saw him. But I now know what’s changed. My love for him. I don’t know when it happened, or how it happened, but I’m in love with Cole.
So fucking in love with him.
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“Fuck,I did it. I hit submit!” I say excitedly to Bash, who presses the submit button at the same time.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe we actually did it. We applied to nursing school!” Bash lifts his hand into the air, which I eagerly high-five.
A few days ago, Bash and I were discussing our plans for the future while waiting to go onstage at Peaches. We got onto the subject of nursing and realized it was something that we were both interested in. After looking at the closest university’s website, we saw that there were applications due soon. Deciding it was fate and something we could do together, we made plans to meet up and send in our submissions together. It’s exciting and nerve-wracking at the same moment. I don’t even know if I’ll get in, but it’s thrilling to think about what I want to do later on. Right now is the perfect time to do this in my life because of my schedule at Peaches. I know going to nursing school will be most weekdays, so having a job that allows me the freedom to actually attend school is such an amazing thing. Bash and I won’t find out for a few weeks if we were accepted, and the program is going to take us a couple years to complete, but knowing I’mworking toward something has me so excited about what the future holds.
Slamming down the lid of my computer, I squeal, jumping off the couch. “Can you imagine if we get in together?”
“It’ll be nice to have someone to do this with. The classes are going to be hard as hell; I already know that. But we can be study buddies!” Bash’s excitement is infectious, and it’s making me even more pumped. “We need to celebrate!”
He rushes over to his refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of something green. He takes two glasses down from the cabinet, then fills each one to the brim.
“What is it?” I ask, placing the glass under my nose and inhaling. If I know Bash, this drink has a shit ton of alcohol in it.
“It’s a green apple sangria. So damn delicious and refreshing. It’s my go-to drink now. And it doesn’t even have a lot of alcohol in it.”
Taking a sip, I choke on the amount of liquor in my cup. “Uh. Yeah, sure, I barely taste the alcohol.” I cough, wondering how the hell he thinks there’s barely any liquor in this.
“Come on, let’s go sit on the couch.”
Bash and I grab our glasses while he circles back to grab the pitcher. We relax on the sofa, my glass getting refilled a couple of times as we’re talking.
“Okay, can I ask you a personal question?” I ask, laughing, the alcohol truly taking over.
