Chapter 18 Oakley #2
Someone down the counter lifts his hand for Preston’s attention, and he gives my hand one last squeeze before tending to them.
Jealous.
My mind tries to picture one of the guys at the table taking Cole home and touching his body.
Growling loudly, I chastise myself. There’s no point in even thinking about it; there’s no way it would happen.
The music transitions to another song, and I watch as Cole makes his way through the audience, saying hi to customers and collecting his tips.
He reaches the table full of assholes, who talk to him right away.
The smile on his face falls, a fake one put straight into place.
One of the guys tries to touch Cole, and he easily dodges his touch as he moves to the side.
Another guy shouts something at Cole, his hand touching Cole’s arm.
I’m about to jump off the stool when Cole’s eyes turn to ice.
He says a few words to the men, looking them dead in the eye, before snatching their money and walking away.
His gaze finds mine immediately, a genuine smile playing on his face.
“Hi,” he says, approaching me.
“Hi,” I echo. My vision drifts to the table with the men, and Cole follows my direction before huffing.
“They were drunk. And obnoxious. But nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“I saw, thought I might have to rescue you.” I say, trailing one of my fingers down his arm. His body shivers from my touch, and I smile, growing more impatient to take him home.
Cole laughs, shaking his head. “We’re about the same damn size.”
“I can’t help it if I want to protect you.”
“Well, thank you, but I can protect myself.” Cole gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, then takes off, heading through the club to the dressing room.
Sensing a gaze on me, I turn my head to see Preston staring straight at me with a smile on his face. He winks, and I laugh. Yeah, things are definitely changing.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off with the towel before handing it over to Cole. He quickly passes it over his body, then through his hair, before tossing it on the floor.
“Someone’s in a hurry!” I yell after him as he takes off out of the bathroom.
“You’re the one who made us shower! You should have just gone along with what I said and headed straight to the bedroom.”
Running my hand over my head, I laugh loudly, knowing he’s right.
After my quick chat with Preston earlier, I’ve realized something is different between Cole and me, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
I’m sure it’ll come to me soon, though, so I don’t need to worry myself with it right now.
I follow Cole into his room, leaning against the doorframe as I watch him.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, the bottle of lube next to him, his cock standing at attention.
“Are you sure?” he asks, gazing at me.
I stride over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him against me. “About what? You fucking me? I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Cole closes his eyes, blowing out a breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, I have some idea since you’ve been doing it to me, but what if I do this wrong?”
“Cole,” I chuckle, kissing his lips. “You could never touch me wrong.”
“Okay.” He breathes deeply, lifting his head and locking eyes with me. “Get on the bed, Oakley, and show me your ass.”
“God, yes,” I purr, giving him one final kiss, then making my way over to the mattress.
I crawl on all fours, shaking my ass when it’s in the air.
I sense him before I feel him, his fingers finally trailing down my spine before he moves them back up.
His hands grab my ass cheeks, dragging them apart before he moans.
“Can I taste you?”
“You don’t even have to ask,” I grunt, arching my back, trying to stick my ass closer to his face. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he growls, spreading me wider before his tongue attacks.
He licks up my crease before leaning down and licking my balls.
God, that feels so fucking good. Cole gives the best fucking head.
If I could keep my cock in his mouth all day, I would.
I have no idea where he learned it, but the things this man can do with his tongue is wicked.
“Yours,” I reply, my hands fisting the sheets in front of me.
Cole eats me roughly, his tongue breaching my rim, but I need more. When I rock back into his face, Cole chuckles and pulls away. The snap of the cap alerts me that he’s opened the lube, the wetness hitting my ass a few seconds later. He inserts a single finger, working it inside me.
“Baby, we both know that is going to do nothing. Your cock is way bigger than that one finger. I’m going to need more to work me open.”
“Oh, okay.” He inserts three fingers, stretching them, trying to work my hole open.
Shit, I hope I can fit him. I don’t know how he’s able to take my cock, and he’s thicker than I am. My body locks up tight at the thought of him slamming his cock into me, and Cole pulls his fingers out immediately, resting on my back.
“What just happened? Are you okay?” He asks, roughly, his heavy breathing hitting my ears.
“Fuck, yes, sorry. My mind got stuck on how the hell I’m going to fit you in my ass, and I got nervous.”
Cole pushes at my shoulder, shoving me onto my back. “I promise I’ll go slow,” he tells me, rubbing his thumb against my cheek softly. God, I love when he touches me, especially when it’s gentle caresses.
“I know you will, baby.” I kiss his lips, then nod my head. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, hold your legs.”
I clasp my legs, holding myself open for Cole. Damn, this is a fucking vulnerable spot to be in. Did I shower enough? Fuck, what if he thinks I’m too hairy? Oh my god, what if I have an ugly asshole?
“You’re perfect,” he says, cutting through my negative thoughts. “Now get out of your head.”
Cole uses his fingers again, working me open a little more. Once I tell him I’m ready, he replaces his digits with his lube-covered cock, pushing in slowly.
“Oh, holy fucking shit, fuck, damn, why are you so big?” I ramble as he pushes past the rim.
“Oh, um. That’s just the head of my cock, should I stop?”
“That’s just the fucking head? Oh my god, there’s more?” I moan, thrashing my head around. “Do it. Split me in half, Cole.”
“What a baby,” he mutters, shaking his head. “I didn’t cry this much when you were shoving your cock in my ass.”
“Yeah, well, your dick is bigger than mine.”
“It is, isn’t it?” he smirks, looking down at where, apparently, he’s barely breached me.
“I wasn’t fucking saying it to make it a competition. Oh god, just fuck me already.”
Cole chuckles, pushing in a little farther. He watches my face intently as he continues to slide in, my body accepting the intrusion. Once he’s fully in, he pauses, searching my face. “I’m okay. Fuck me.”
Cole pulls out slowly, then glides back in, moaning loudly. His eyes widen, his pupils blown as he gingerly fucks me, his hands tightening on where they’re gripping my skin. Fuck, I hope I have a bruise from his fingertips. “Can I fuck you from behind?”
I nod my head, wincing when he withdraws.
Turning over, I stick my ass in the air, waiting for Cole to enter me again.
He doesn’t keep me waiting for long, the head of his cock moving past my rim.
He doesn’t give me much time to get used to him before he’s thrusting into me.
My hand finds my cock immediately, jerking myself roughly.
The head of his cock hits my prostate, and I see stars.
Oh fuck, so that’s what that feels like.
I squeeze my cock, trying to stave off my orgasm, but it’s no use.
Cole hits my prostate again, and I’m a goner.
I come all over the sheets, a puddle of cum pooling underneath me.
Cole’s hands grip my waist roughly as he fucks me fast, filling me with his cum.
After catching his breath, he pulls out of me, both of us falling onto the bed.
“Fuck, when can we do that again?”
“Every day.” I huff, knowing without a doubt that I want to do this the rest of my life.
“Good, because I never want to give this up.”
“Me neither.”
Cole snuggles into my chest, and I reach down, grabbing his comforter and pulling it up to cover us.
His breathing evens out as he falls asleep on my chest. My hands brush his chestnut hair off his face, and I lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips.
A soft breath escapes his mouth as something in my heart settles into place.
Love.
I’ve always loved Cole; hell, I’m pretty sure I loved him from the first moment I saw him. But I now know what’s changed. My love for him. I don’t know when it happened, or how it happened, but I’m in love with Cole.
So fucking in love with him.