Chapter 10 Oakley
OAKLEY
Lying in bed, I turn onto my side, straining my ears to see if I can hear whether Cole is awake.
Who would have known how much I loved kissing Cole?
I mean, I’ve always loved kissing him, but kissing him on the lips?
It was like a whole new world opened up.
I don’t know why we haven’t done that before.
Kissing my best friend is something I want to do multiple times a day.
I just need him to wake up so that I can do it already.
There were so many times last night when I wanted to sneak into his room to cuddle with him, but I refrained. But now I’m regretting that decision.
There’s a bang in the kitchen that has me jumping off my bed and throwing on a pair of briefs.
I hurry into the bathroom and rush through things, making sure I brush my teeth before I slide into the kitchen, Tom Cruise style.
Cole is standing at the stove, swaying his hips from side to side as he listens to music.
His pants are hanging low on his hips, his usual sweatshirt replaced by a black tank top.
Fuck, Cole has a nice body. His arm muscles are bulging, flexing as he moves around.
The pan he dropped is still on the kitchen floor, so I pick it up, putting it on the counter, then stand beside him waiting for him to notice me.
He turns around, smiling at me. God, I’ve always loved his smile. “Hi. You’re a sleepyhead today. You never sleep this late.”
“We were out late,” I tell him, not wanting to admit that I’ve been awake the past hour waiting to see when he would get up. Dammit, maybe I should have snuck into this room last night.
“Not that late. And no later than usual.” He raises his eyebrow as he tilts his head, studying me, analyzing me, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me.
Not able to help myself, I put my arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
His breath hitches as I tighten my hold, so our faces are inches apart.
Not giving him a chance to talk, I place my lips over his lightly, giving him the softest of pecks.
Trying to pull away, I chuckle when Cole shoves me back against the counter and starts making out with me.
His fingers find my head, dragging me closer to him as my own tug on his locks.
Damn, I love pulling on his hair. I trail my hands down his back, my palms finding their way to his ass.
I hold onto him, his ass cheeks fitting perfectly in my hand as we keep kissing.
“Everyone should kiss their best friend like that,” he whispers when he pulls away. “You hungry for breakfast?”
“Hell yeah, I’ve got an enormous… appetite.
” Looking down at my briefs, I chuckle when I see I’m rock hard, my cock straining against the tight material.
Huh. That hasn’t happened before. Actually, I’m lying; it happened the very first time I kissed Cole.
Hell, and the second time I kissed him, too.
Seems my body loves kissing Cole almost as much as I do.
Wanting to see if Cole’s body is reacting the same way, I peek around his body, trying to see if I can see a bulge in his pants.
My eyes widen when I see a huge-ass bulge, his pants doing nothing to hide how aroused he is.
Fuck, Cole is huge. Like enormous. Way bigger than me.
And fuck, now I’m thinking about what it looks like.
Does his curve like mine? Is it thicker?
Thinner? Does he have a vein that goes down his shaft?
“Come on, let’s eat.”
Cole’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I’m kind of sad he’s taking me out of my daydream. Following him over to the couch, we sit side by side, our plates in front of us.
“Thank you for breakfast,” I tell him, picking up a maple sausage and taking a huge bite out of it.
“I was fucking starving when I woke up. I knew that a bowl of cereal wasn’t going to cut it.”
“Uh-huh.”
We eat our breakfast in silence, my thoughts going back to Cole’s dick.
Is it strange that I’m curious to see it?
Would he think I’m weird if I ask to see it?
I mean, I’ve seen his dick before. Hell, plenty of times.
But I’ve never seen it when he’s aroused.
I know it’s going to look different, and by the size of the rock-hard dick that I can still see, I would hate to miss the view of it.
“Can I see your dick?” I blurt out, my eyes glued to his crotch. I might be a little bit more than curious, and if I don’t get a glimpse of it soon, I might lose it.
Cole turns his head, his mouth opening and closing. He snaps it shut, then opens it slowly, saying, “What?”
“Your dick, I want to see it.” I say, probably too eagerly.
“You do? Why?”
“I don’t know. Why not? Don’t best friends look at each other’s cocks? That’s a normal thing?” I’m trying like hell to pull something out of my ass to convince him to show me. I don’t know if it’s normal or not, but I know I want to see it, so hell, it’ll have to be our new normal.
“Is that normal, Oak?” He laughs, shaking his head. “What makes you want to see it? Would that mean I can see yours?”
“You’re hard as a rock. I want to see what it looks like. And, duh, of course. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” I waggle my eyebrows, then do a quick shimmy.
“Fine. But I want to see yours first.”
“Deal!” I jump up, grabbing onto the hem of my briefs and shoving them down my legs. I’m still fucking hard from the kiss earlier, and watching Cole stare at my cock has it twitching in the air. “Your turn,” I whine impatiently, needing him to hurry up and undress.
“Do not make fun of me,” he mutters, standing up and pulling down his own pants. And holy shit, it was everything I imagined and more.
He’s a little bit bigger than me length-wise, but thinner, with a bright red head that seems to be angry as fuck and in need of relief.
His hand moves from his side to the front, trying to cover himself, and I swat it away.
“Let me see,” I rasp, scooting to the edge of the couch to get a better look. “Damn, you have a nice dick, Cole.”
“I do? It looks pretty normal to me. Like yours, but a little different. Wanna compare them?” He rambles, causing me to chuckle.
“Um, sure?”
Cole sits back down on the couch next to me, grabbing hold of his cock before he stares at me expectantly.
Realizing he wants me to hold mine next to his, I scoot over until our thighs are touching.
Electricity flows through my body at the touch, goosebumps rising all over my body.
I have never in my life sat and examined another man’s cock, but with Cole, there’s no embarrassment.
My eyes drift from his cock to his face, noting his chest moving extra fast, soft breaths falling from his mouth.
When I reach his eyes, I’m surprised to see his lock with mine.
He’s not staring at my dick, he’s staring at my face.
He tilts his head, his eyes flicking down my body, “You’re breathing really fast.”
“Well, so are you,” I retort, rolling my eyes. “We are kind of in a special situation here, Cole. I’d be more surprised if we weren’t breathing heavily.”
“Yeah, I guess. Can I touch you?” He asks quietly, one of his hands reaching toward me before he jerks it away.
My brain short-circuits trying to process his words. He wants to touch me? Touch me where? My face? My chest? Oh god, my cock? Said cock jerks in my hand at the thought of Cole wrapping his hand around it. “What do you want to touch?”
“You.”
“I got that part. I meant, like, what part of me do you want to touch?” I ask a little too excitedly. My cock is loving the idea of being touched right now. There’s a small drop of precum in the slit, and I use my thumb to wipe it around the head.
Cole doesn’t answer me; instead, he smacks my hand away, replacing it with his own.
He bounces it in his hand, feeling the weight of it, then his finger slides up and down my shaft.
There are tremors now spreading through my body.
His touch is light as he explores me, his one hand becoming two, then slowly going back to one as he starts stroking.
My eyes close tightly, my mind not being able to comprehend that Cole is touching me.
And my body is loving it. First the kissing, now him touching me. Fuck, my body is loving it all.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, wanting to see if he feels what I’m feeling.
His hand stops immediately, his eyes scanning left and right as though he’s thinking of a response.
Eventually, he nods his head slowly, opening his legs wider to give me space to touch him.
I move my hand over to his shaft, circling it with my palm, then closing my fingers.
I take my time, not stroking him, but enjoying the feel of him in my hand.
It’s new, but also pleasant. Like something we should have been doing for years. “You’re perfect.”
“I am? I’ve always thought it was weird-looking.
Not like yours; yours is perfect.” Both of us laugh, mine turning to a long groan when he tightens his fist and strokes my cock.
Cole bites his bottom lip playfully, his eyes glued to my dick as another burst of precum forms on my slit. “Are you turned on?”
“Uh-huh,” I tell him honestly, feeling more aroused than I have in a long time. “Please don’t stop.”
“Okay,” he whispers, moving closer to me. His hand works me faster, the softness has me closing my eyes and enjoying his hands on me. I peek my eyes open, seeing Cole’s gaze on my face, smiling at me.
“I’m about to come,” I say, arching my back as the tingles start racing down my spine.
Cole doesn’t speed up or slow down; he stays consistently the same.
The only thing changing is the slight twist he gives the head of my cock.
I’m enjoying his touch so fucking much, but there’s no way I’m going to last. He gives me one more twist, and I’m a goner.
My balls draw up tightly, my dick erupting all over his hand.
Wanting to make sure he’s taken care of too, I tap his thigh, telling him, “Sit on my lap.” He tilts his head, and I clarify, “I want to get you off.”
Cole climbs into my lap, and I scoop up my cum, using it for lube to jerk him off.
I work my hand fast, Cole’s thighs shaking against my legs as he trembles in my arms. His hands reach forward, using my shoulders for leverage as he fucks himself into my hand.
Fuck, Cole is losing control. I don’t even need to move my hand anymore; Cole is thrusting himself on my lap, rocking his cock in and out of my fist. He tosses his head back, moaning loudly as he keeps arching his body.
Unable to stop myself, I drift my hand up to his throat, pulling him closer to me.
Our breaths are mingling, eyes staring into one another’s as he tries to find his pleasure.
I start off with a soft kiss, then delve deeper when his tongue enters my mouth.
French kissing wasn’t something I enjoyed before, but with Cole, it’s unlike any other experience.
I want to feel his tongue in my mouth all day, every day.
Is that strange? Probably. Do I care? Hell no.
My lips trail down from his mouth to his neck, where I find his pulse point and latch on, sucking hard.
Cole shouts out, his voice replacing the moans and panting that were filling the living room.
“Come for me,” I whisper, smiling when Cole shoots off quickly, his cum landing all over my stomach.
His body sags onto me, my hands reaching around his back to hold him close to me.
We stay that way for a while, Cole sitting on my lap, with me keeping my arms wrapped around him tightly. Cole leans back, planting a kiss on my nose.
“Wow,” I tell him when he finally crawls off my lap. “Jerking off with your best friend is fucking... well, shit, I don’t even know the word for it.”
“I know what you mean, though,” he tells me, plopping down on the couch and facing me. “Would you want to do it again?”
Would I? Fuck yes, I would. He doesn’t even need to ask me. Hell, he could just say ‘take ’em off,’ and I’d drop my pants for him that very second.
“I already want to do it again. Does that answer your question?”
Cole snickers, slapping my stomach that’s still covered in his cum. “Ew, maybe we should shower and get cleaned up.” Cole stands up, and I grab his arm, holding him in place.
“Wait, did we agree to do it again?” I ask, needing to know the answer. If he tells me no, I might throw a fit until I get my way.
“Yeah, Oak. We are definitely doing that again.” He winks, walking away to take a shower.