J
I can’t believe he wouldn’t tell me where he was going. He doesn’t have to tell me his every move, I don’t own him, so I know I am being irrational. I am being that insecure girl who hides because she’s afraid of losing her heart. Trying to throw up that wall before it’s too late. He was with Belle, but he still fucking hung up on me.
Asshole.
I throw my keys onto the kitchen table and start unloading the groceries. Since I guess I’m not having pizza tonight, I had to go get something to fill my fridge. I don’t need the ice cream or junk food, but I’m pissed and it’s my right. Netflix and fattening food sounds just like the night I need. Screw him and his secrecy. He wonders why I don’t trust easily. This is why.
After a shower, a Netflix binge of Shameless, three beers, and a pint of ice cream, I’m feeling somewhat better. Bloated, but better. I’m still mad, but I don’t care anymore. I’m just getting to a good point in the show, where Mickey and Ian are finally getting back together, when there is a knock at my door. I know it’s Cole and we need to talk, but I want to finish this last season.
When my curiosity gets the better of me, I hit PAUSE and answer the door. I must look like the definition of hot mess. My hair is in a messy bun, I’m wearing a tank top and old boxer shorts, and I’m pretty sure there is melted ice cream on my chest.
Cole stands in the doorway, looking droolworthy, as always. “What are you doing here? Oh, wait. You can’t tell me.” I walk back into the living room, plop back onto the couch, pick up the remote, and hit PLAY. I know I am being a bitch, but he deserves it.
He follows me to the living room and sits so close, our legs touch, which annoys me. I childishly move over. “Seriously? It’s going to be like that? I had something I had to take care of. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to discuss it with you. I had to get to Belle.”
“And you wonder why I have trust issues?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“J, she’s my sister. I wasn’t out with some random woman. I wasn’t caught texting or having random phone calls. My sister needed me, and I will always drop everything to help her. If that pisses you off, maybe we should reevaluate.”
“Reevaluate? What does that mean?”
“It means if that bothers you, we aren’t going to work.”
I know I am being an asshole. It was his sister, for Christ’s sake. I know I made this so much bigger than it needed to be. “Look, I’m sorry. I guess I’m the jealous type. You know I have trust issues. I don’t mean to, but it’s who I am. If you can’t deal with my crazy sometimes, maybe we do need to reevaluate.”
Cole slides closer to me, putting his arm over the couch above my head. “I don’t want to reevaluate. I want to make up and have amazing make-up sex. I know you’ve been sitting here, hating me. Let me make it up to you.”
“Cole, sex isn’t going to make it better.”
“You’re still mad. I can tell. Let me help.” He kisses down my neck. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
I sit up and look at his face “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He leans in to kiss me. His lips tentatively touch mine, almost asking for permission. When I deepen the kiss, opening for his tongue, he slides his hand around to my back, pulling me closer to him and crushing my chest against his. Our tongues dance, my nipples harden and rub against his sculpted pecs, electricity firing throughout my body. I straddle his lap, shamelessly rubbing myself on the bulge in his pants. He moves from my mouth to my neck and that spot behind my ear that drives me crazy.
“I need to taste you, J.”
He wraps his arms around my back and turns to lay me on the couch. We continue to kiss as he slowly moves to the side and kneels on the floor beside me. Pulling away, he reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off, throwing it behind him, then pulls my shorts and panties off. He leans down and kisses my hip, licking a path to my core. I’m ready and wet for him. He moves my legs, placing them on his shoulders. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing the way Cole looks at my body. He slowly runs his finger over my neatly trimmed tuff of hair. I can barely feel him, but my body shakes in anticipation.
“I could look at you forever. The flush of your cheeks, the tremor of your body as you wait to see what I am going to do next. Half of the excitement is the anticipation, don’t you think?” He leans forward to run his nose through my pubes. “You are intoxicating.”
“Cole, now is not the time to tease me.”
“But you know I’ll follow-through.”
“Please,” I beg. I can’t help myself. I need him to touch me. My body is on fire.
He smiles at me as he drops a light kiss on my labia. The closer he gets to my clit, the more I twitch with each of his movements. He licks me from my clit to my opening, swirling his tongue within me. A gasp leaves my mouth as my body tenses. He brings his tongue back to my clit and licks and sucks as if he’s a starving man and I am the only nourishment that will fulfill him.
With my legs twitching and nails digging into the couch, I know my orgasm isn’t far off. I moan as I twist, trying to get closer or more friction. I don’t know which, but I need something more.
“Cole, I’m… I need…,” I gasp.
His face leaves where I need him the most. I need to feel the scratch of his beard right back where he had it. I whimper at the loss. “I got you. I know exactly what you need.”
His mouth goes back down, tongue back on my clit, licking and sucking. Everything he does feels amazing, but I need something more. Lifting my hips, I run my hand through his hair and pull him closer. Just when I am about to get frustrated for being left on this edge, no orgasm in sight, he inserts two fingers.
“Yes…,” I moan.
He moves his fingers fast, then slows them, barely moving. The pressure and the full filling are just what I need to throw me off that edge.
“Yes, just like that… Ah!
Cole doesn’t stop until he pulls every aftershock from my body. He kisses his way up my stomach, pushing my shirt up as he goes. He stops at each nipple to give a hard lick that has me jumping, then he goes to my neck. He nuzzles it, giving a light bite. “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you know what’s sexier?”
“What?” He puts his hands by my head and leans over me, kissing me.
“Me on my knees, bringing you to your breaking point.”
“Yes.”
He devours my mouth again. I push on his chest, trying to get out from underneath him. He gets the hint and leans back. I slide off the couch and he sits down. I settle on my knees between his legs and start unbuckling his belt. He grasps the buckle to help, but I push him away. It’s like unwrapping a present and I want to take my time. I push the open belt out of my way and pop the button on his jeans. I can feel his hard length. My mouth waters as I slowly pull the zipper all the way down, spreading his pants open. He lifts his hips for me to pull his boxers and jeans down his legs, then he wraps his hand around his shaft, giving himself several slow strokes. I spend a few minutes enjoying the view, then reach out and wrap my hand under Cole’s, stroking in unison. He removes his hand and watches as I continue to slide my palm up and down his cock. I bring my hand to the base of his shaft and lean forward. I slowly lick the head before I take it into my mouth, my tongue sliding up and down the shaft, drawing a long moan from Cole. His head falls back onto the back of the couch.
“Jesus, J… Don’t stop.”
His encouraging words spur me on as I pop his cock out of my mouth, licking down to the base and back up, then take him back into my mouth again. My mouth and hand work in tandem, often changing the speed. Bringing my mouth away, I pull up on his shaft, exposing his balls. I suck on each one, running my tongue lightly over them before moving back to his cock.
“Yes…,” Cole says as he grips my hair, locking me where I am. His hips start to rock, sending his hard cock farther. I let him fuck my mouth at whatever pace his chooses. One thrust causes me to gag. He starts to remove his hands, but I grab his wrists, letting him know I’m fine.
“Fuck, J. I won’t last at this pace.”
I relax my throat and take everything he offers. His hips move at a faster pace. I increase the suction I have on him, looking at him when his rhythm becomes erratic. I want to watch him finish.
“I’m close.”
I reach between his legs and palm his balls, pulling down slightly. It’s enough to push him over the edge.
“J…”
My name is all he can get out of his mouth before he fills mine with the warm liquid I’ve been waiting for. I swallow everything, even licking his shaft from root to tip, catching anything I missed.
Cole’s hands have fallen from my hair, his head’s resting back against the couch, his eyes are closed, and his breathing is heavy. I sit on the couch and cuddle into his side. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “Woman, you may just kill me with skills like that, but damn, what a way to go.” He kisses my head, laughing.
When I move to stand, his arm tightens around me. “Where are you going?”
“I am getting a drink. Want something?”
“Yeah. Whatever you have is fine.”
I kiss his face and walk into the kitchen to get us some water. I can’t believe just an hour ago, I had written us off. Maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to make this work.
I walk into the living room to find Cole’s pants back on, his boots kicked off, and he’s stretched out, asleep. I place the water on the end table and snuggle in beside him. He slides over to give me room. I lay my head on his shoulder, kiss his bare chest, and relax into him.
*
The moans coming from Cole wake me. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep. He is twisting and grunting. I sit up before he pushes me off the edge and onto the floor. “Cole, wake up. You’re dreaming.” I shake his shoulder. Nothing. “Cole, babe, you’re dreaming. Wake up.”
“No… Don’t touch… No!” He startles himself awake, looking around. When his eyes meet mine, I see a fear I have never seen before. He sits up, rubbing his head.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m good. It was just a dream.”
“Cole, that was not just a dream. You were afraid. I could see it. Hell, I could hear it in your voice.”
“I’m fine.” He rubs his hands over his face.
“Is this the first time this has happened? Why won’t you talk to me?”
“What the fuck do you want me say? It was a dream. Nothing more.”
“Nothing more?” I ask, looking around the living room for my shorts and panties. I find them by the television stand. I stomp over and pick them up, shoving my legs into them. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”