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He smirked, his gaze flashing down to my erection, but he nodded. Uncapping the small bottle, he wiped the excess polish off the brush before he brought it up to my hand, which was splayed across my thigh. Slowly and carefully, he painted a stripe down the middle of my thumbnail, then another on either side. His brows were pulled together, his hand steady as my nail was covered in jet-black polish. “How’s that?”
“You said you haven’t done this before?”
“Yeah. I watched a quick YouTube tutorial while you were in the bathroom, though. I didn’t want to fuck up too badly.”
He was so fuckingsweet. I couldn’t find the words to say back to him, so I sat there in silence like a dickhead while he carefully painted the rest of my nails. When he was finished, I inspected his handiwork. It was messier than if I’d done it, and there were splodges of black on the skin around some of my nails, but overall, he’d done a good job. To be honest, even if he had completely fucked it up, I wouldn’t have cared.
“Nice.” I shot him a small smile. “They won’t take long to dry.”
“You can’t touch anything while they’re wet, can you?”
“Not with my nails.”
“Good.” He placed his hands on my waist, and somehow, I found myself lying on my back on my bed with Cole hovering over me. “Just keep your hands to yourself. I’m gonna make you feel good.”
His lips trailed across my jaw, avoiding my mouth. Before I could protest, he began to move lower, over my collarbone and lower still until his mouth was right above my left nipple.
“When I first saw you, I wondered if you had these pierced.” He dragged the flat of his tongue across my nipple, making me gasp. Fucking hell. How was this the first time I’d realised I had sensitive nipples? Glancing up at me, he continued. “You had your pierced ears and septum, and those tattoos. I thought you might have piercings in other places.”
“No other places,” I gasped again as he repeated his tongue action with my right nipple, while his body pressed between my legs, creating a teasing friction on my dick that had my hips thrusting up, desperate for more contact. “I—I’ve thought about it. Getting my nipples…fuck, Cole…done. Just haven’t…done it yet.”
“It would be so fucking hot.” He took my nipple between his teeth, gently biting down, and I moaned as sparks raced down my body. It was like he had a direct line to my dick. I wanted to touch him more than anything, and theonlything that stopped me was the thought that I might mess up the job he’d done on my nails.
When he kissed lower, his lips and tongue running over my stomach and down to the waistband of my shorts, my breath hitched audibly, and it caused him to raise his head, his eyes gleaming with a combination of mischief and lust that shouldn’t have been as heady as it was.
His tongue slid across his lips as he slowly and deliberately ran his palm over my erection. “Want me to suck your cock, Huxley?”
“Do it.” I forgot about the fact that I was supposed to be keeping my hands off him, my fingers gripping his head and pushing down. He laughed against my skin, easing my shorts down at a glacial pace, as if he was determined to torture me.Asshole. But when I was finally bared to him, my dick glistening with the clear evidence of my arousal, his humour died away.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, and then he lowered his head and made me see fucking stars.
His lips closed around the head of my cock, his tongue licking across my leaking slit, humming as he tasted me. It was clear that he knew exactly what he was doing, but for once, I didn’t let my jealousy get the better of me because he was here withme, and this was better than anything I’d imagined all those times I’d wanked myself off thinking of him giving me a blow job.
Lowering his head further, he alternated between taking me to the back of his throat and paying attention to the sensitive tip, his hand adding to the sensations, stroking my length, rubbing on my perineum and caressing my balls. It was the best blow job I’d ever had in my life, and I was fucking helpless as my orgasm crashed over me, leaving me panting and gasping for breath.
“Come here,” I rasped when I finally managed to form words, and fucking finally, his lips met mine. I tasted strawberries, and weed, and myself, and somehow, it was an intoxicating combination that made me moan into his mouth, my hands kneading his ass, dragging his erection against me as he kissed me harder, his hips thrusting against my body. He shuddered against me with a muttered “fuck,” his movements stilling.
I felt his lips move against my throat, where he’d buried his head. “I can’t believe you made me come like that.”
“Maybe we need a round two.” The second I’d suggested it, I knew it would be happening. I couldn’t get enough of Cole Clarke.
“Yeah. I need to redeem myself.”
Kissing the top of his head, I ran my freshly painted nails up and down his back. “There’s nothing to redeem. It was so fucking good, Cole.”
He huffed out a breath, tickling my skin. “Yeah. It was. Okay, round two it is. Gimme a bit of time for my dick to recover. And to, uh, clean up.”
“Cole?”
“Yeah?” When he lifted his head, his fucking pretty eyes bored into mine. My stomach flipped, and I almost forgot what I’d been planning to say.
I swallowed hard. “I’m fucking you this time. I want you in my bed, and I want my dick in you. Got any problems with that?”
A smile curved over his lips. “No problems. Ready when you are, baby.”
23
Curled up in Huxley’s bed, his body a warm weight against my side, I almost forgot that we’d planned to fuck. I was so relaxed, so happy, and I had the person I wanted resting his head on my chest, his fingers idly tracing over my abs.
