Chapter 15 Cole #2
“Oh,” he says, staring at me. “Cole, you don’t have to do something I did just because I did it. I wanted to do that.”
“Yeah, and so do I. So hurry the hell up and finish your ice cream,” I command boldly, not knowing how he’s going to react to me ordering him around.
“Fuck. That’s sexy. Do it again.” He breathes, his hand finding mine on the cushion.
“Hurry and eat your dessert, Oakley. I want you to fuck my mouth.” My hand slaps over my mouth as soon as the words spill free.
Oak’s jaw drops open, staring at me wide-eyed. “Holy shit. I didn’t realize you were so dirty.”
“Neither did I,” I respond honestly. I don’t know where that came from. That’s something I’ve never said before. I was too shy or nervous to do anything more than mumble incoherent words. But that just flew out of my mouth like it’s always been there.
“I love it, and now I want to see how dirty you can get.” His hand moves from mine toward my leg, inching its way to my dick.
“Are you going to let me suck your cock, Oak, or are you going to come in your pants again?”
Oakley groans, tossing his head back. “You’re never going to stop bringing that up to me, are you?”
“Hell no. For the rest of my life, I’ll brag about the time I made the Oakley Albury come in his pants hands-free. I’ll be eighty years old, sitting on my rocker watching the sunset, and telling the story of that night.”
Oak wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. “For some reason, I don’t think anyone is going to want to hear that story. Definitely not from an eighty-year-old man.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I smirk, because hell yeah, I’m going to tell that story to anyone who wants to hear it. “Eh, I’ll be the judge of that. Now, are you done with your ice cream or what?”
Oakley nods his head, then stands up and strips down.
Of course, he’s going commando, so as soon as he pulls his pants down, his cock springs free, already rock hard.
I swallow roughly, knowing that within a few minutes, that thing is going to be in my mouth.
He sits back down on the couch, spreading his legs wide.
My body trembles as he beckons me over with a single finger.
As much as I want to reply in a sassy way, I’m too turned on to say anything, so I follow his direction.
Sliding down onto the floor, I crawl between his legs, coming face to face with his cock.
He’s slightly smaller than me, but damn is his dick pretty.
I circle my hand around it, feeling the weight of it in my hands.
His lower body locks tight, and my gaze jerks to his, making sure everything is okay.
He gives me a slight nod, letting me know he’s fine, and I smile before licking up the underside of his dick.
His hand finds its way into my hair, and he pulls my head back, forcing me to look him in the eye again.
“I want your eyes on me the first time you put my cock in your mouth.”
I keep my eyes on him while I guide his shaft into my mouth.
Sticking my tongue out, I pull his dick in and out, hollowing my cheeks as I work myself up and down.
The taste isn’t the greatest, but I’m loving this.
The texture of him on my tongue and the weight of him in my hand.
It’s mind-blowing. A drop of precum hits my tongue, and I pause, not used to the taste.
God, I bet this would taste even more amazing with chocolate or whipped cream.
Remembering the ice cream layout on the counter, I jump up quickly, almost sprinting to the kitchen.
“Hey, where’s the fire?” Oak calls out, his head whipping to follow me.
“I had an idea!” I shout, my gaze zeroing in on both the chocolate syrup and the whipped cream. I eeny, meeny, miny, moe which one to grab, landing on the whipped cream. Oakley is waiting impatiently, so I snatch the canister and hurry back.
“The whipped cream?”
“Yeah, so as I was tasting you, I thought to myself, what could make this taste better? And then, bam, I remembered the ice cream toppings.”
“So, you’re going to put whipped cream on my dick? And then lick it off?”
“Is that okay?” My body sags, rejection flowing through my veins. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea. We’ve only done this one time and here I am trying to make it even kinkier. “I guess I don’t have to. I just thought it might be good.”
“No,” he rushes out, nodding his head eagerly. “Do it. Please.” Getting back into place, I shake the canister before covering his cock completely in whipped cream. “Shit, that’s cold.”
“Don’t worry, my mouth will make it hot,” I say, trying to wink seductively. Oak’s pupils blow wide, arousal etched into every inch of his face. Fuck, I love seeing Oakley this turned on. And it’s an intoxicating feeling to know I’m the one who put it on his face.
Sticking my tongue out, I lick at the head, the flavor of Oak and cream exploding on my taste buds.
Yes, this is exactly what I wanted. Taking my time, I lick up and down his shaft, trying to suck off every inch of whipped cream.
As it starts melting, it dribbles down to his balls, and I move farther down his body.
With Oak sitting on the couch, I can’t get to the area I want, so I sit up, grabbing hold of his legs and pulling him so his bottom half is hanging off the edge of the couch.
“Fuck,” he grunts, arching his hips into the air.
“That’s better,” I mumble, smiling when my tongue can easily reach his balls.
I suck one into my mouth, moaning loudly as I lick and suck.
While I inhale one of his balls into my mouth, I use my hand to jerk him roughly.
His hands find my hair again, and there are so many sensations happening at once that I don’t know where to focus.
All I know is I want to make Oakley come so hard down my throat.
I want him to experience what I experienced last night.
No, I want it to be better. I want to give him so much pleasure that all he wants is to spend all his days in bed with me.
Because honestly, that’s all I want, too.
I’m honestly surprised by how deep I already am.
You would think I would be a nervous wreck seeing as though I’ve never done this before.
But it’s with Oakley, and he’s the one person in the world where I feel the safest. So even though I should be a trembling nervous mess, the only trembling that’s happening is from how damn horny I am.
Needing him to come like I need my next breath, I double down.
Focusing my attention back on his cock, I move away from his balls.
I’m a gagging mess, his dick hitting the back of my throat way more than I thought it would, but I don’t give up.
I’m slurping away, sucking on his head while my hand twists his dick and jerks it in rhythm.
Oak is moaning my name, making me rock hard in my pants.
Oak’s hands grip onto the sides of my face, holding me in place as he fucks himself with my mouth.
He pulls out, his own hand jerking his cock as I sit on my knees, my tongue sticking out for him to use.
The mix of moans and heavy breathing fills the room, my eyes closing as Oak floods my mouth with his cum.
Gulping it, I take every drop; my body sagging when he finally releases my head.
“My turn.” Oak is up and off the couch in no time at all, shoving me down onto the ground like I’m a doll. He removes my pants, groaning when he sees I’ve gone commando. “Copying me, I see,” he jokes, running his finger down my shaft.
“Thought you would like easier access,” I shrug, self-consciousness kicking in. The feeling dissipates when Oak grabs hold of me and strokes lightly, shivers racing down my spine. “God, don’t stop.”
“Hell yeah, I am your god.”
His hands hold my waist down against the scratchy carpet as he fucking hoovers my cock into the back of his throat.
Damn, for someone who’d never done this before, he’s so fucking exceptional at it.
He’s no longer gagging when the head of my shaft hits the back of his throat.
He’s a pro now, and I’m just fucking ecstatic I get to be on the receiving end of it.
Oakley pops off my dick, the cool air from the air conditioning hitting my saliva-covered cock.
“What are you doing?” I grit through clenched teeth. I was so damn close to coming.
“I like your idea of adding something sweet. But instead of whipped cream, I want to try the chocolate.” He waggles his eyebrows, tossing me a wink as he gets up and heads to the kitchen.
He returns with the bottle of chocolate syrup, drizzling some onto my dick, then jumps back into sucking me roughly.
My head falls back, hitting the floor when he hums, the vibrations causing me to shiver violently.
Fuck, there’s no way I’m going to last. Oak wraps his fist around my cock while he explores my balls.
He sucks one into his mouth, and that’s all it takes.
My dick erupts all over his hand, while he strokes me through my orgasm.
He falls beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Fuck, when can we do that again?” he asks, my body moving up and down on his chest as he chuckles.
“My body is worn out. I don’t think I’ve ever come that much.
Yesterday felt like a lot, but it doesn’t compare to how things are right now.
I feel like as soon as I close my eyes, I’m going to pass out.
” I huff, realizing my body has never felt this sated before.
Damn, I could probably sleep for the next twenty hours with how relaxed I’m feeling.
Oak stretches wide, yawning loudly. “Same. I want to take you to your bed, but I don’t want to move from this spot.”
Leaning up against his chest, I give him a soft kiss. “I’d really like to move to the bed.”
“Okay,” Oak tells me, slowly leaning up. “Whatever you want. Just know I may have to put my hands on you again.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”