Chapter Fourteen
Reed
Ihad big plans for tonight. Plans that included letting Cole inside my body for the first time.
We had done so many other things. Hand-jobs, blowjobs, frotting, and kissing.
But I wanted him so badly it hurt. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me.
And Cole had a nice one. I had spent so much time exploring it, licking, kissing, and touching it until he begged me to let him come.
He was always so eager for me. Ready to burst and come apart.
Watching Cole orgasm was a beautiful experience.
He never held back. His entire body went tense right before he let go, and his muscles melted beneath me.
Cole had never pushed me for anything. He had only mentioned sex once, and that was it.
So today, since my entire family was gone, I had spent all day getting myself ready.
Shaving all my parts. Douching. Washing my skin with a pecan-scented sugar scrub that I had been saving for this type of occasion.
Making sure I was clean and sparkling. Using the best lotion so I smelled good for him.
We had a date planned for this evening, and I was nearly bursting with excitement as I headed across the lawn to Cole’s place.
“Hey.”
Cole met me at the front door of his house before I even had the chance to knock, leaning down to kiss me.
He gave me a shy smile before he pulled me inside.
He looked sexy as hell dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a shirt with the Superman logo on it, and his usual backward cap.
Sometimes I wanted to pinch myself to make sure he was real.
That Cole wanted to be with me. That he was my boyfriend.
My brows went up. “Uh, what’s going on?” He had said something about dinner, so I assumed we were going out.
“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me farther inside.
Through the kitchen and the hallway, past the bathroom, the two spare rooms that Cole had pointed out briefly.
One was being turned into an office for his fathers, while the other was still undetermined.
There was a back room that could have been some sort of living room if they wanted it to be, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.
Spread out on the screened-in back porch was a blanket spread out on the floor, along with a picnic basket and hundreds of small electric candles.
My mouth dropped. “You did all this?”
“Technically, Mav did most of it. He made the sandwiches, too, but I helped. A little.” Cole held up his fingers an inch apart.
I flung myself at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my lips against his. “This is so romantic,” I gushed. “I mean, seriously, no one has ever done something like this for me before.”
“I wanted it to romantic, baby. You deserve it.” He tipped my head up. “I really like you. I hope you know that.”
“I prepped myself.”
“You... What does that mean?”
I hummed as his pupils dilated. “It’s exactly what you think. I’m sparkly clean on the inside and out for you, Casanova. I wanted tonight to be special in every way imaginable. I hope those sandwiches aren’t going to spoil if we don’t eat them right away.”
“I don’t care if they do.” Cole lunged forward, grabbed me, and lifted me. I squealed with excitement and wrapped my legs around his waist. He dropped us to the blanket and pressed his body against mine. “But they won’t. Mav said he put ice packs in the basket to keep them cold.”
I snatched the hat from his head and combed my fingers through his dark curls. “Smart.” I waited for Cole to make a move, but he didn’t. I dragged a thumb over his fat bottom lip. “You okay?”
“I just... Where should I start first?” he whispered. “I’ve only been with girls before, and I don’t want to mess this up.”
I kissed him softly. “Do you want to remove your clothes for me?”
“What about your family? Will they come looking for you?”
“They’re going to be out late tonight.”
I was more than happy when my parents told me they were going out of town for the evening with my brother and sister to some racing thing.
They had invited me, but I had politely declined.
I had been thinking about when we could have this time together, when the right moment would be, and this couldn’t have been timed more perfectly.
“Oh.” Cole quickly yanked his shirt up over his head. “And you’re sure you want to do this? We don’t have to. I wouldn’t want...Fuck.” He groaned when I smoothed my hands over his pink, pebbled nipples. “That feels good.”
I smiled. “I know.” I liked his hard body. It was muscled and tight from years of playing hockey. I was leaner, smaller than he was. I wasn’t ashamed of myself because dancing had kept me trim and fit, too, but Cole was something altogether different. His abs had abs.
“I want to see you, baby,” he whispered. “Naked, I mean.”
I continued to move my palms over his warm skin. “You can take my clothes off.” I met his heated gaze. “Would you like to do that for me?”
“I would.” Cole nodded as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. “What if I’m not good at this? What if I mess it up?”
I cupped his cheek. “You won’t.” I slipped out from beneath his body. “I’m not an expert. You have nothing to worry about, Cole. You’re going to do just fine.”
“But you’ve been with other guys.” His brows dipped in worry. “I want to make this good for you.”
I dropped a kiss against his lips. “Do you want to wait?”
“Do you?” Cole dug his fingers into the bottom of my shirt.
Instead of answering, I leaned forward to kiss him again, slipping my tongue between his lips to twist it with his.
Cole sighed happily as he slipped one hand under my top to press it against my stomach.
It was warm against my skin. He tugged up my shirt with the other, and when we pulled apart so he could remove it, he looked nearly feral with want.
His blue eyes were dark, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed.
Cole’s heated gaze dragged over my skin.
I opened my mouth to encourage him to touch me again, but he didn’t need it.
Cole pushed me onto my back, and kissed down my neck, over my shoulders, and against my nipples.
My hips arched at the contact, pleasure pooling in my belly.
He whispered something I couldn’t understand while his tongue lapped against the sensitive bud, and I tugged gently on his curls.
Cole was perfect for me. A beautiful boy who I was falling for despite trying not to.
He was kind, funny, and sweet. I wanted this relationship to last once we both went home.
We could absolutely make this work if we wanted it to.
“Baby, can we take off your pants?” Cole asked. He was back at my mouth again. He peppered kisses against my lips before licking inside.
I smiled. “Of course.”
“Let me,” he said eagerly. He whipped them off, then did the same with his own, leaving us both naked. “Jesus, you’re beautiful. Your skin is so soft, and you always smell so fucking good.”
I blushed, thankful it was dark. “Thank you, Casanova.”
I wanted to tell him how I felt. That I was pretty sure I was in love with him or nearly there, but now wasn’t the right time. Soon, though. Tomorrow, maybe. Or later tonight. Maybe when...
“Shit.” I moaned as Cole’s lips wrapped around my length.
“Okay?” He stopped to look up at me.
I smiled. “Mm, more than okay.”
I knew he was nervous. But Cole had nothing to worry about.
Even though I had been with more guys than I wanted to admit, none of them really meant anything.
I hadn’t had feelings for them. None of them were Cole.
None of them made me want to scream I love you at the top of my lungs or want to change my entire life around for them.
I had known from the first time I had read his letters that he was different. Even at just sixteen years old.
Cole groaned as he continued to work me over. He licked, sucked, and played with my cock until I was nearly ready to combust. When he popped off me, he shimmied back up to kiss me again, his lips and face covered in spit.
“I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“You want to come?”
We were young. We had a quick refractory period, and maybe coming now would help him when he slipped inside me later.
“I could... oh.”
Cole wrapped his hand around his dick, gave it two quick pumps, and exploded across my chest. He grunted softly as he came, the veins in his neck prominent as he clenched his teeth.
He gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” I dragged a finger through the cooling cum before I brought it to my mouth. When I did it again, Cole’s eyes darkened, and when I glanced down, he was already growing hard again. “Okay, well, you’re a champion at this.”
He huffed. “It’s you, baby.” Cole leaned forward and licked up the rest of the mess he made, which only made me want him more. No one had ever done that before.
“Do you have supplies? Lube and condoms?” In my haste to get over here—my dick taking over and my brain only thinking about one thing—I hadn’t thought to bring any.
Cole ducked his head. “Yes.” It came out soft and mumbled.
He moved to sit next to me on the blanket. The air smelled like cum and sweat, and my body hummed with want. If he didn’t get inside me soon, I might have to take matters into my own hands.
“What was that, Casanova?” I reached over to touch his face, forcing him to look at me. “Did you think this might happen tonight?”
His eyes went wide. “What? No, I just...I had them just to be prepared. Mav... He brought me to the store and helped me pick out a good lube. One that would be gentle for you. I was mortified, but he acted like it was no big deal.”
“Remind me to thank your uncle the next time I see him.” My heart thumped like a drum against my chest. “Why don’t you go get that stuff? We’re going to need it.”
I threw my head back and laughed as Cole eagerly jumped to his feet and hurried from the room.
I was in so much trouble with him, but right now I didn’t care.