Chapter 12 Oakley #2
His attention turns back to the movie, and I follow his direction, lying back on the pillows and trying to get comfortable.
Every so often, Cole will snicker or laugh, his body rumbling against mine as he finds some scene in the movie funny.
I have no idea how he’s able to concentrate on what’s going on in the movie.
My mind keeps replaying this morning and what happened between us.
Nothing like that has ever happened before.
Yeah, we’re closer than most best friends, but we’ve never crossed the line to sex.
And now that we have, I want more. I’ve been with my fair share of women before, but it’s never been as intense as it was with Cole.
Even with the simplest of touches, he had me blowing my load in seconds.
He laughs again, his hand coming out to cradle my chest, and the touch burns.
I can feel every little inch of his body that touches mine.
His hand absentmindedly rubs my pec, and my dick starts plumping up in my pants.
Fuck, maybe going commando wasn’t the best decision. My cock has a mind of its own, getting rock hard in three seconds flat. I can tell the second Cole realizes because his hand stills and his head tilts ever so slightly so that he’s staring at my shaft and not the TV screen anymore.
“Oh,” he whispers, his gaze not moving off my cock.
I not-so-subtly adjust myself, letting out a small cough. “Oh,” I mimic, wondering what he’s going to say or do next.
“Can I touch you again?”
“Fuck,” I rasp, closing my eyes tightly. Yeah, I might have been hoping he would say that, but I truly didn’t think he actually would. “You don’t have to do that.”
Cole leans up on his elbow, turning to look me in the eye. “I want to.”
“But I thought you were soooo tired and exhausted,” I joke, wanting to give him an out because if he doesn’t take the out, then I’m letting him touch my cock.
“Oh, shut up and let me touch it,” he demands, my pulse quickening at his tone.
“Fuck,” I repeat, nodding my head dramatically, shoving my pants down my legs. The movie long forgotten, I give Cole all my attention as he stares at my cock.
His vision moves to my face, and he shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know why I like touching you so much.”
I don’t know either, but I’m not going to tell him to stop. “I mean, you don’t have to.”
“Oak, shut up.” He growls, staring at me.
My mouth clamps shut, and I wait patiently to see what he does next. Once again, my body lights up when his hand touches me.
“Will you tell me what you like?” He whispers, running one finger under my shaft. “I don’t want to get it wrong.”
I stop his hand, halting him in place to make sure he hears me. “I don’t think you could get it wrong. This morning with you was something I never imagined would happen. And now that it has, I want to keep doing it. There’s a new level to our friendship that we’ve reached.”
Cole nods his head eagerly, a smile spreading across his face. “Same here. To be honest, I’m not a big sex person, but this morning was something I can’t describe. Not even to myself. I’ve been thinking about what happened all day, and I can’t wait to do this again.”
“Since we’re on the same page,” I trail off, hoping I’m not crossing too many lines.
But fuck it, we’ve already crossed this one, what’s one more?
“Does that mean I get to touch you, too? Like you can put your hand on me and I can do the same? ’Cause I’m telling you, touching you this morning has me craving more of you. ”
“Craving? Me?” He asks wide eyed, his gaze darting everywhere but my face.
Grabbing hold of his chin, I turn his head so I can see into his eyes. “Yes. I want to see your face again when you cum. It was beautiful. Your face softened in a way I’ve never seen before.” I rub my thumb against his face, his head resting against my palm. “Are you going to let me see it again?”
Cole nods his head, and I attack. Kicking my pants off my feet, I grab Cole around his waist and spin him so he’s lying on the floor, and I’m on top of him. With shaking hands, I pull his pants and briefs down when Cole’s hand shoots out and stops me.
“Wait!”
Jumping back onto my legs, I place my hands on my knees, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath.
Shit, did I already do something wrong? Maybe I mistook his nod, and he was actually shaking his head?
“I’m sorry,” I rush out, hoping I didn’t push him into doing something he didn’t want to.
“No, I just forgot I didn’t take a shower once I got home. I sweated for hours straight, so I just don’t think that’s something you’re going to want to, uh… smell?” He grimaces, looking down at himself.
We both laugh, Cole’s cheeks turning bright red. “All right, what if—and you can totally shut me down—we take a shower together?” I ask, taking a shot in the dark and hoping he doesn’t turn me down.
“Oh, I really love that idea. Yes, that. I want to do that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, Oak, let’s go shower together.”