40. Chapter Forty
How am I ever going to say no to Cole when Chris isn’t around? How am I going to convince myself not to be with Cole, when Chris has been nothing but a dick? How does my brain argue with itself? One part feels protective and loyal to Chris. Another part is pissed at him and doesn’t care about his opinion. He’s made it clear he doesn’t respect me—why should I respect him? How can my brain work against itself? I’m one person—shouldn’t I have one way of thinking?
I make my way outside in nothing but my underwear. Still don’t have a bathing suit and at this point, I don’t think I’ll ever get one. The one Chris let me use went back to him after it was washed and I’m not going in his room and digging through his stuff.
Cole is doing laps when I walk out. He doesn’t see me as he swims back and forth. I move to the end of the pool, where there’s an open bottle of Jack. I sit on the edge, sticking my feet in the water, and taking a swig of the alcohol. It’s absolutely disgusting, but it warms my stomach. Which is nice because there’s still a chill in the air. Cole flips at the end of the pool, kicking off the side and swimming back this way. His body moves seamlessly through the water, like a professional swimmer.
I take another sip. The alcohol burns going down. Whiskey isn’t my favorite, but it’s certainly better than tequila.
Cole pops out of the water right in front of me, putting his hands on the ledge on either side of my waist. The water sloshes against his shoulders gently. His eyes are bright, hair soaked and brushed back.
“Wasn’t sure you’d come out.”
“I shouldn’t have.”
“You shouldn’t have,” he agrees with a slight nod.
“But I did.”
“You did.”
We do nothing but stare at each other for a moment before I say, “Why can’t we stop doing this?”
He shakes his head. “Wish I knew. It’d be easier if I did.”
I shrug a shoulder and look off into the yard. “Maybe.”
“Maybe not,” he adds.
My smile is slow-forming. And when I look back at him, he’s smiling too.
He pulls himself up, puts a knee on the edge of the pool and presses against me so I lower back onto the ground. It’s cool, but his body is warm from the heated pool. He kisses me, tasting like whiskey and chlorine. My thigh is between his legs and his erection presses against me. I thrust against him, running my hands down his sides. I love the way his body feels. So firm, but soft.
He kisses me slowly, like he’s savoring it. Like maybe he missed me. I want him to miss me. Too many emotions slither through me, making this much more dangerous than it already was.
Chris isn’t here. There’s no need to worry about getting caught. He left. He went to live with his mother. It’s just us now. Here alone. Living together.
Cole pulls back and nips at my jaw. He chuckles and grabs the bottle of whiskey, taking a long swig. I stare at the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I want to lick it.
“Open,” he says once he’s done. I open my mouth and he pours some in. I swallow it and he’s kissing me again.
“You are addicting,” he whispers hoarsely.
Then he’s off me and back in the pool.
I’m breathless and confused, staring up at the clear sky and millions of stars.
I’m really fucking hard. So was he.
But now he’s swimming.
I sit up and see him at the other end of the pool. There’s a coaxing smile on his lips that tells me he wants me there. I smile back and slide into the warm water, which feels amazing on my chilled skin. I swim to him, putting my feet on the ground when I can reach. The pool goes from four feet to ten. It’s a decent sized pool with plenty of space to swim. When I get to him, he slips his hands around my waist and kisses me more. It gets heated quickly. He’s pressing my back against the pool wall and grinds his cock against mine. I’m moaning into his mouth, and even though I want so much more from him, like his dick in my mouth, this is perfect. Just feeling him. Kissing him. Being in the warm pool. The quiet of the night. The chirping crickets. The taste of the whiskey on his breath.
“You make my mind quiet,” I say when he moves his mouth to my neck.
“Maybe that’s why you can’t stop.” He sucks on my neck, and I dig my fingers into his skin.
“One reason, maybe. But what about you?”
“You let me take care of you. You don’t argue about it.”
“I argue.”
“Not over things that matter.”
He moves his mouth to the other side of my neck and then his hand is around my dick, squeezing.
He moves me to the half circle steps in the corner of the pool and sits on the top one, freeing his dick and leaning back.
I smirk as I watch him watching me.
“Be a good boy for me?” he rasps out.
I move toward him, settling on my knees in front of him.
“Always,” I answer, then take him into my mouth.
He hisses, his hand finding the back of my head to guide me deeper and deeper around his dick. He groans when I gag, and though there are tears in my eyes and I can’t breathe, I keep letting him do it because he likes it.
“Fuck, I’m already there, baby.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he pushes me as far down as I’ll go. My throat closes around him and he throbs, filling my throat. I swallow around him, getting every drop until he quiets and releases my head.
“So perfect.” He pulls me to him to kiss me gently. “I want you to cum on my stomach and lick it off.” He grips my wet underwear, tugging on the band. “Take these off.”
I get out of them and toss them away. He snatches my hand, spits into it, and guides me to my dick.
“Let’s go then,” he says with a cocky smirk when I don’t move.
I’m still processing what he wants me to do. It’s sexy as hell. Where does he come up with these things?
I stroke my dick, knowing it isn’t going to take long for me to come. I haven’t come since the last time with him and sucking him off makes me so horny.
His hands slide up my stomach and brush my nipples. I rest my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I jerk my dick.
I keep my focus on Cole’s beautiful abs and imagine them coated in my cum. The image is sexy as hell and all the fuel I need. If I needed more, I wouldn’t have to look far. Everything about Cole is hot. Sexy. Perfect.
“You’re close,” he whispers, leaning forward to suck my nipple.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He slides to the other nipple, biting and tugging.
“Cole—”
“Come for me, baby. Be my good boy.”
Fucking hell. I stroke faster and the orgasm nearly blinds me. He sucks my nipple the entire time, heightening everything. I cum all over his abs, like he told me to, and when I open my eyes, focusing on his, he lays back and gestures toward the mess.
“Clean it up.”
I lean down and start from the bottom, licking up every drop. I dip my tongue in the ridges of his abs, circle his belly button, tease his nipple. I lick every inch of him, more than necessary. When I’m done, his hand is on my neck and he pulls me up to kiss me.
“So fucking good,” he whispers.
When Cole says stuff like that, it makes all the bad stuff go away. All my horrible thoughts. I believe him. I trust him. And that’s why I can’t stop doing this with him.