Chapter 29
Ariana
AS REAL AS IT GETS
I’m on my knees in Cole’s shower with his rock hard cock in my hand.
The water is coming down a couple feet away, leaving us surrounded by clouds of steam. Like we’re in our own world, a safe little bubble.
Before now, I couldn’t understand how it felt powerful to be on your knees for a man, but that’s exactly what I feel. He’s at my mercy, his eyes pleading at me to continue, to take him between my lips. And saliva pools in my mouth at just the thought of tasting him.
He’s massive and I worry I won’t be able to fit much of him in my mouth but I’m going to try.
And even though I’ve never done this before, I’ve read plenty of books with blowjob scenes and my sisters have been known to describe things to me in graphic detail, oftentimes against my will, but now I couldn’t be more thankful for their lack of boundaries.
I’m sure Cole has been with women much more skilled than me.
And some deep insecure part of me worries I’ll be disappointing, but then I remember how everything else has gone.
He’s never once made me feel like I’m fumbling.
It doesn’t matter if I’m scared or hesitant, he’s right there with me, being patient and enthusiastic.
My gaze flicks up to meet Cole’s. He’s staring down at me with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly. He looks so hot like this, the muscles cascading down his abdomen visibly constricting.
He smooths some of my hair back in a gentle caress. “Baby, you don’t have to.”
There he goes again, being more caring and patient than I was prepared for.
He’s done so much to make me feel good, to make me come. And I think it’s time I showed him a little appreciation.
I swallow roughly, nerves tickling my throat as I line him up with my mouth. He’s long and girthy, with prominent veins lining around him like the roads on a map. It’s a beautiful cock and there’s a dot of liquid leaking at the tip, just waiting to be licked off.
I slide my hand back to the base of his heavy length. He’s too thick for my fingers to fully close around but it doesn’t stop me from running my hands up and down, rubbing the engorged head.
With my eyes locked on his, I flatten my tongue over the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum that’s gathered there.
He curses under his breath, jaw going slack from the shock of it.
A triumphant warmth spreads across my chest, giving me the courage to slot my lips around the pink head of his cock, taking an inch at a time.
The deeper I take him, the more attuned I become to his reactions. His pupils are dilated, eyes bulging wide, his jaw grinding like he’s barely holding himself together.
His hand slides into my hair, gripping the strands. Not controlling but tight enough to know he likes me right where I am.
“Fuck, I knew that sweet little mouth of yours was going to look like a dream wrapped around my cock.”
I pull back and let a dribble of saliva roll down the corner of my lips.
“Spit on it,” he says through a ragged breath. “Make it yours.”
Gathering the moisture in my mouth, I do as he instructed and spit on his head. It’s the lewdest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever done and my thighs instantly press together trying to soothe the sudden ache there.
I spread my own spit around before taking him back in. This time with more confidence. His cock bobs in my mouth, and with each surge forward and back, I try to take more of him. I want him down my throat, I want to watch him come completely undone because of what I’m doing to him.
“Just like that,” he praises. “You like that fat cock in your mouth, don’t you, baby? Such a good little slut on your knees for me.”
His dirty words encourage me to go faster, increasing my suction, taking him past where I thought I could. My lips are stretched to the point of burning. A burn that hurts so good.
I recall a girls’ night discussion about the importance of not neglecting the balls so I reach a hand over to cup his sack, gently rolling them around in my palm.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Even through the off-spray from the showerhead moistening my body, I know my center is getting wetter. Needier.
My hands stack on his length as I dive my lips over him. Sucking, licking, swirling my tongue. I take him deep, gagging, my eyes watering. I’m giving him everything I can. I want him to be proud of me. To maybe even be impressed.
“Ariana,” he grits. “I’m going to come, baby. If you keep sucking me like that I’m going to fill up your mouth so pull away now if you don’t want it.”
Ignoring his warning, I keep going. Faster even. I want the full experience. I want to taste all of him. And I’m going to try my best to swallow it.
His hand fists my tangled soaking hair as our eyes meet through the mist. For a moment this doesn’t feel nearly as sexual as it is. It doesn’t feel like a lesson or practice or fake. It’s real. As real as it gets.
In the next breath, my mouth is flooded with his salty release.
His grunts of pleasure are animalistic. The noises from his throat are unrecognizable, harsh and rough, and so, so hot.
A sense of pride strikes me, that I’ve succeeded in turning this refined, polished, well-dressed man into a heap of pleasure.
Slowly, he withdraws his cock from my mouth and helps me to my feet. The bewilderment in his stare is unmistakable.
He studies me as his breathing starts to steady and I make it a point to not break eye contact as I swallow his cum in one gulp.
I liked that.
I liked it a lot.
The satisfaction in Cole’s expression is more than worth the sore knees.
He backs me up against the tiled wall and captures my lips in a devastating kiss. Some of his release still coats my mouth but he doesn’t seem to mind in the least. I get the feeling he might even like tasting himself on me if his moaning is anything to go by.
I wouldn’t have thought I’d be into something like that, but it turns out Cole is very good at changing my mind.
“That—” Kiss. “Was—” Kiss. “The—” Kiss. “Best—” Kiss. “Blowjob—” Kiss. “Of—” Kiss. “My—” Kiss. “Life—” Kiss.
He dots kisses all over my face and I can’t help but giggle, squirming in his hold.
It’s odd how quickly we can go from hot and heavy to tender to laughing.
It makes me wonder if it’s like this for everyone or if this is something rare.
I worry it’s the latter. And I worry what it’ll do to me once it’s over.
“Come here.” Cole drags me to stand under the spray, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Let me actually wash you before we run out of hot water.”
“Are you going to get in?” Cole asks as he watches me stare at his bed, propped up against the headboard already under the covers.
I wasn’t sure what would happen after our shower. I thought he’d take me home. There’s no way he actually wants me to stay the night, right? That has to blur the lines of our agreement.
It does.
I know it does.
And yet, I really want to.
“You’re okay with that?” I gnaw on my bottom lip, waiting for him to see how this is obviously a bad idea.
It’s not like we’re back at the lake house. There’s no reason to spend the night with each other. To share a bed. And this time I doubt there will be a pillow between us.
“Of course I’m okay with it. I want you to. You think I’m going to let you suck me off like a champ and then send you on your way? Not a fucking chance. Get in here.”
When I still don’t get in, he pats the empty spot next to him. “Doll, get your sweet ass in this bed before I throw you on it myself.”
I guess I can’t say no to that.
Pulling back the covers, I slip in beside him and he lifts his arm, tucking me against his side.
It’s only once I’m comfortably settled in that I realize how tired I really am. So much happened today, and there’s something weirdly domestic about all of it—dinner with our parents, coming here, doing everything we did, and now this.
Like this is our life.
This must be what it really feels like to be in a relationship. To not be alone.
“What time do you have to be at the shop tomorrow?” Cole asks, voice heavy like he’s drifting to sleep.
“Not until noon. Lina is opening and I already prepped everything for her so she only has to throw it in the oven.”
“That’s good.” He kisses my hair. “Because you wore me out.”
I laugh quietly into his chest. “Same.”
Sleep comes fast.
So fast I forget all the reasons why it’s a bad idea to let myself stay.