Chapter 31 Cole
Ispent all night with him.
Showing him how sorry I was.
Showing him how much I needed him.
Showing him how much he meant to me.
It was a glorious night. It was a wonderful night. It had been such a long, long time since I’ve enjoyed myself and let go.
It turned out I didn’t need to be away from Mayberry Holm to be myself. I simply needed him. It just took me a little while to realize.
I woke up feeling more well-rested than I had in years. Rested and at peace. The storm inside me had subsided, replaced by sunshine and rainbows even though one look out the window confirmed it was still snowing outside.
But what was Christmas without snow anyway? Maybe we could take Ella outside to build a snowman. Or to have a snow fight. There were so many things we could do, but first, coffee.
I turned to look at Samir. He was lying on his chest, hugging the pillow. His eyelashes looked so long when he was asleep, and the peak of his cheeks were so shiny.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered and planted a soft kiss on his shoulder before I pushed the covers off and found my underpants.
The apartment was toasty warm, and I passed by several cats in various levels of shock on my way to the kitchen and a few started meowing at me when I started rummaging through the cupboards in search of coffee filters.
A fluffy calico kept me company while I waited for the coffee to brew and rubbed her herself on me when I located the cat treats.
“Who knew I could be popular,” I mumbled when a bunch of cats gathered around, looking for their own treats.
I poured a cup, then thought better and made another one for Samir and made my way to the bedroom with a bag of ginger cookies from Lilian’s bakery I’d found.
I took a sip of my coffee and sat back in bed, watching Samir sleep. Was I being creepy? I hoped to God I wasn’t. He was so adorable and beautiful, I couldn’t not look.
I wouldn’t mind waking up next to him every morning. I wouldn’t mind it at all.
When I decided to break into the bag of cookies was when he stirred beside me, and with eyes squeezed shut, he groaned.
“Who’s breaking glass in my ear?”
I held the plastic wrap as wide as possible and dipped my hand inside to retrieve a cookie and held it out to him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Cookie?”
He shook his head, eyes still shut, and turned the other way from me and the window. He rubbed his eyes and then found the coffee I’d made him on the bedside table and picked it up.
“Is that for me?”
“No. It’s for the other guy I slept with.” I chuckled, dipping my cookie in the coffee and taking a bite.
“It’s too early for jokes,” he groaned.
“Wow, you’re really not a morning person, are you?”
He chuckled and sat up, hugging the coffee close to his face.
“I’m a morning person when I’ve slept all night.”
“Sorry.” I grimaced, and he smirked.
“Oh, don’t apologize for that,” he said and bumped his shoulder against mine. “Thanks for this by the way.” He raised his cup in the air.
“I hope you don’t mind I looked through your cupboards,” I said.
“Don’t worry. I don’t hide my secrets in the kitchen.”
“Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Where do you hide them?”
He didn’t reply, instead he drank his coffee and pretended I wasn’t there.
“Where did you find those cookies anyway?” he asked.
“In the kitchen. In one of the cupboards. Why?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing. I don’t remember buying them.”
I handed him the bag, and he sniffed it before he wrinkled his nose.
“Not a fan of ginger?” I asked.
“That’s not it.” He shook his head. “I just… I remembered where I got them.”
“Lilian’s,” I said. “Obviously.”
“Yeah. But it was the girls that got them for me when they were trying to convince me to put myself out there. They thought those might help.”
“Why would they…” I started then remembered the obvious.
They were Lilian cookies. Of course there was a catch with them.
“I dread to even ask. What are they? Ginger… Groom? No, she wouldn’t make something so gender specific. Ginger… Gay sex?”
Samir laughed.
“Close. Ginger Spice,” he said.
“Well, yeah. It’s ginger. It’s a spice.”
“That’s not the kind of spice she meant,” he said.
I paused.
I looked at the second cookie in my hand and grimaced.
“Are you trying to tell me I’m gonna get a boner from this?”
Samir laughed again.
“Maybe.”
I scoffed.
“Oh, baby. I don’t need the cookies for that,” I told him and set my coffee down so I could kiss Samir.
My attempt almost made him spill his own coffee, but I gave him time to put it away and then tried again.
I reconnected our lips, and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed kissing him until I was doing it again. He was so addictive. I didn’t think I could ever have enough of him.
I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and climbed on top of him, sitting on his hips. It didn’t take long to feel his cock harden against my balls and taint. It made me rock hard in mere seconds. Hard and thirsty.
He cupped my face with both hands as he intensified our kiss, and I started grinding against him. Even though there was a comforter and my pants in between us, I still felt the full force of him.
I moaned.
I moaned in his mouth, and he moaned back, reverberating through me and making me even hungrier for him.
My breathing became rougher and my heart beat faster as I started my descent onto his body, my descent into absolute pleasure.
I pulled the covers down and grabbed his cock when Samir reached for my other hand.
“Are you going to eat that?” he asked, looking at the cookie I was holding.
I tightened my fist around his cock and stared at him full of mischief as I crumbled the cookie all over his chest and stomach.
“What are you—”
“Eating my cookie,” I said and flicked my tongue over his crown, teasing him, then placed my tongue over his abs and started licking the ginger crumbs.
He throbbed in my hand, and I returned to his mouth so he could have a taste. He gasped on contact, and I passed a small bite of cookie into his mouth then returned down to his cock so I could pay special attention to it.
I pressed his slit open, forcing whatever precum I could out of him then licked it off him before I captured his glans with both lips and swallowed his cock.
My cock jerked, desperate for release. As if it hadn’t had enough of that all night. I guess that was what it was like being awakened after being in slumber for years.
I stroked him and sucked him at the same time, staring at him, watching the effect I had on him, and I felt like my body was on fire.
“Turn around,” he gasped.
“Hmm?” I said, my mouth full of him.
“Turn around, Cole,” he repeated, clearer now, and I obeyed.
I lined up my cock and ass with his mouth and let him have his own feast, which naturally he took advantage of and held my cock in his hand.
I focused on my own, but then a few moments later I heard the crackling sound of the cookie bag, and before I could turn around, I felt his tongue lashing at my taint. Then something sprinkled on me, sticking to my wet skin before being hungrily consumed by Samir.
“Are you using the cookies on me, Mister?” I asked.
“Shhh. You had your meal, let me have mine,” he said, and I felt a fresh sprinkling of cookie crumbs on my tight muscle before he shoved his tongue in my hole.
I gasped.
He pushed against my tight ring of muscle and squeezed my cock in his hand and didn’t stop until I let him in, feeling the spice light up every nerve on my hole and the rest of my body.
With every shove, every lick, every jerk, I felt weaker and weaker, tingly all over from the effect of the ginger. I did my best to focus on his cock and bring him pleasure.
I stroked and sucked and swallowed as much of him as I could, gasping, panting, and moaning against him, and when he added a finger inside me along with his tongue, I just about lost it.
I collapsed against him and let him use me any way he wanted to. I tried to blow him, but I was too weak and too out of breath so I resolved to jerking him off instead. I dragged my fingers along his length when I could focus enough, but his exploration of my ass was too intense, too good.
I guessed if he was going to torture me like that then it was okay if I tortured him by not letting him have his release too.
“Fuck, Samir. You’re gonna make me come,” I whimpered, but he didn’t stop.
He kept rimming me and fingering me but then he added jerking me off to the mix, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I tried, but I couldn’t.
I held my breath, stilled my body and shot my load, pump after pump until I had no more to give.
When he pulled his tongue and fingers out of me, it felt like being released from torture, sweet, beautiful torture, and I could finally concentrate enough on the job I’d started.
I stroked him hard and fast against my face and pressed kisses on his groin. Kisses that turned into bites. I kept going until his groans turned louder and louder and his legs started tensing. I didn’t stop.
I felt every bit of pleasure leave his body as he shot his load all over my cheek and the side of my head, the heat of his cum making me hungry for him all over again.
It took me a few moments to compose myself before I turned around and climbed up his body, and as I did, Samir crumbled more cookies on his chest, where most of my load had spilled.
He watched me as I lapped it all up, cookie, cum, our combined sweat, and when I got to his mouth, he grabbed me by the chin, turned my head to the side and licked his own cum off my face so that when we kissed again, it was both of us we tasted.
Both of us and ginger spice.
“Well, I think we’ve unlocked a new holiday flavor,” I said when I collapsed next to him in bed.
“I think we have,” he said and reached for his coffee. “We should patent it.”
“We so should.” I laughed and grabbed my own coffee.
I took a sip and turned to Samir. He turned to me too. I stared into his bright, beautiful eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Because being with him was easy. So much easier than I thought. Boston was just a fluke. This…
This wasn’t.
“I love you. God, I love you so much, Samir,” I said.
I wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of this. I’m sure there’d be other things that might scare me down the road, but this, love? It wasn’t scary anymore. It never was.
I just needed a little push and a little holiday magic to realize it.