“It’s okay, Casanova. We can go as slow or fast as you want.”
“I want...” Cole licked his lips. “Jesus, I want to touch you. I want to put my mouth on you. I want you to put your mouth on me. I just—”
I cut him off by kissing him again before he got lost in his head. I wanted to make this good for Cole. I dragged my hands up his chest, scrunching his shirt up, then pulled back so I could tug his shirt over his head. I took a moment to admire his chest, which was covered in thick hair, and then we were all lips, teeth, and tongue as we fought for control before Cole let me have it.
I felt like I was on fire, like I was going to burst into flames when Cole’s big, heavy hands roamed all over my back. He dug his blunt nails into my muscles, and I moaned into his mouth. My dick ached, my balls were full, and I wanted Cole so badly it hurt. I had jerked off to thoughts of him night after night when I was sixteen, had dreams of doing something just like this until he broke my heart. And now that we were finally together, I didn’t want the moment to end.
“Baby, please,” Cole whispered. He cupped my head between his hands and tilted my head up; his blue eyes dark with lust.
I smiled at the endearment. “Please, what?” When he didn’t say anything, I reached for his pants. “You want me to touch you?”
“Yes.” He groaned.
“Say please again.”
“Please, please, please.”
Jesus fuck, he was needy, and I was here for it. I managed to get his pants unbuttoned, then slipped my hand inside and wrapped it around his length. The sound Cole made was like nothing I had ever heard before. Loud and breathy, and it went straight to my own cock. His skin was hot to the touch, velvety and smooth, and I hoped there would be a next time so I could get on my knees to worship him like he deserved.
“You’ve got a nice dick,” I told him.
“Reed, holy shit. I’m not going to last. That feels amazing,” Cole warned. His mouth found mine and then he pushed me against the door. We hadn’t made it any farther than the foyer of his parents’ house.
I sucked on his tongue. “You want to come for me?” I purred.
“Yes, please, God, yes,” Cole whimpered, but then he whined when I slipped my hand from his shorts. “Reed, baby, what are you doing?”
I smirked at him. “Trust me.” I tugged his pants down his thighs, moved closer, spit in my hand and then placed both our dicks in my palm. “There we go.” My eyes rolled back as pleasure roared through my body. “Feels so good.”
“Holy shit.” Cole gasped. “That feels...Holy shit.”
Yeah,holy shit. I rose on my toes and captured his mouth again, jerking us together. A low moan vibrated through Cole’s chest, and I knew he was going to come. That’s what I wanted. I wanted him to completely lose himself for me. I glanced up to see his face, to watch as pleasure overtook him. Cole’s eyes grew wide, then clamped shut. His body tightened and then he coated my hand and both our lengths with hot, sticky ropes of cum. His hands gripped my hips as I joined him, my release hitting me by surprise. And then I was suddenly terrified that Cole was going to freak out, tell me we shouldn’t have done this, and that I should leave. But he cupped my jaw, leaned down, and slid his lips over mine.
“Does that mean you enjoyed it?” I hated how my voice trembled.
I was supposed to be the confident one. I had done this countless times before. Not that I enjoyed being the hookup kind of guy, but lately, in New York, I found guys, got off, and left it at that. But I wanted something serious. A summer fling sounded like fun, but I wanted more. I just wasn’t sure if Cole was into that.
The bright smile that spread over his face told me all I needed to know. “When can we do that again?”
Chapter Nine
Cole
Last night felt like a dream. A porny, sexy dream, but a dream nonetheless. When I felt Reed’s lean, warm body pressed against mine, I couldn’t help but inhale his sweet, intoxicating scent. It reminded me of a crisp fall morning, and warm pie covered in vanilla ice cream. The way he kissed was like nothing I had felt before. Better than any girl, and it made me thinkBryant, who? Not that he had ever been anyone serious. He had kissed me, told me he would keep in touch, and then after a few texts, told me that he was too busy to be anything more than friends. Like our summer together had meant nothing. I had been a little upset but brushed it off. I had been putting all the effort into reaching out to him without much in return. We had been kids. Long distance was hard enough as an adult, but the least Bryant had been honest with me upfront instead of stringing me along.
“What time is it?” Reed yawned softly before he twisted around to face me, his dark eyes still full of sleep. They crinkled slightly as a big smile spread over his face. “Hi.”
I matched his smile and surged forward to kiss him, morning breath be damned. “Hi, baby.” I combed my fingers through his soft blond hair as he slicked his tongue against mine.
Reed hummed happily. “I like it when you call me that.”
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to call you that all the time.”
His pupils dilated. I wasn’t sure what we were even doing, but we had three years of lost time to make up for and a whole summer to do it.
“Did you have any plans for the day? Maybe we could grab breakfast.”
Reed suddenly sprang from the bed. “Shit, shit, shit!” he exclaimed. “I was supposed to help my mom this morning.” He sprinted down the hall completely naked to the laundry room, where we had thrown our wet clothes in the dryer before we went to bed last night. “I’m sorry!” he called.