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It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
CHAPTER12
JANEY
When I first arrived atthe cabin, I imagined snuggling up in the treehouse-like loft with a cup of coffee and a book for hours.
Waking up in the cozy bed wrapped in Cole’s arms is even better.
I stay still, watching him. His brows are furrowed and his lips are pressed together, like whatever he’s dreaming about is pissing him off. Carefully, I soothe him by tracing a single finger through the coarse hair on his chest, drawing shapes I don’t recognize because I can’t not touch him.
Last night was more than I could’ve imagined. And I’ve imagined a lot over the last week. But even with all my book-spiration, I didn’t think guys like Cole actually existed—ones who care, who want your happiness, and who derive pleasure from seeing you boneless from orgasm after orgasm. I think Cole decided to make up for my lack of man-made orgasms over the last year in one night.
And whoo, he succeeded.
“G’morning, beautiful,” he grumbles. I dart my eyes up, guilty for having woken him, but he’s got a sleepy smile beneath half-open eyes. That smile alone is worth the guilt.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I tell him quietly, not wanting to break the spell between us. He chuckles, pulling me in tighter against him. He might be asleep, but there are certain parts that are not. Hello, morning wood!
“I’ve been awake for almost an hour. Didn’t want to disturb you,” he replies as he buries his nose into my neck and places a soft kiss there, right over my pulse.
“Liar,” I accuse with a smile as I tilt my head for more kisses. “You were all frowny, probably fighting bad guys in your dreams. I was soothing you.”
“Soothing? By torturing me? By dragging the slowest finger ever, closer and closer to my cock? By taking so long, it said ‘fuck it’ and decided to meet you halfway.” Every accusation is partnered with a rough kiss or suck or nip along my neck, jaw, and shoulder.
He’s right. I was mindlessly getting lower and lower, from his chest to his abs and over his hip, studiously avoiding his thick hardness because it felt intrusive and selfish to interrupt his sleep with my desire.
But oh, boy, is he awake now!
I let my whole hand run over his abs, feeling the bump of each one below the sprinkling of hair, and then follow the trail lower to where it becomes his base. He groans deep in his chest as his hips buck. I can see the tightness in his belly where he’s holding himself back.
I feel drunk with power. This monster of a man letting me control him, control this... control us.
“Can I touch you?” I whisper.
“Fuck.” He shudders. “Anything you want, Janey.”
I have a filthy thought, something I haven’t done too many times before but want to try now. Henry always said I wasn’t good at it, so why bother? But I don’t think Cole will mind if I’m bad at it.
Maybe he’ll think you’re good. And I bet he’ll be happy to tell you what to do otherwise.
I throw the blankets off and move lower on the bed to kneel between Cole’s spread legs. He lifts his head from the pillow we shared to peer at me curiously. Keeping our eyes locked, I lean forward and place a kiss to his head. It’s a chaste, grandma-cheek-worthy kiss, but he groans like it’s delicious agony as his head falls back to the pillow and his eyes slam shut.
Emboldened, I lick a circle around the crown, then take him into my mouth. I suck and lick, lick and suck, exploring him and his reactions. I feel invincible when Cole’s hands fist the sheet beneath him as his breath goes jagged. “Goddammit,” he grits out.
I smile to myself and swallow him deeper into my mouth, teasing along the entrance to my throat to see how much of him I can take. When he spills a bit of pre-cum, I want more, so I find a rhythm, bobbing up and down the length of him.
Cole threads a hand into my hair, gripping tightly at the base of my head, and I tense, expecting him to take control.You’re not doing it good enough. But he just scratches along my scalp, almost playing with my hair, releasing and grabbing it over and over while I work him.
“Janey, baby... you gotta stop or I’m gonna—” he warns, his meaning clear.
I want him to come. I want to make him explode in my mouth. I want to taste him, swallow him, and know that I, Janey Williams, did that all on my own. Because I’m a Blow Job Queen and I want a sash, crown, and scepter. Okay, maybe not, but whatever I’m doing is working for Cole and that’s what counts.
I pant, “Do it,” and swallow him again, bobbing my head, my cheeks hollowed out against his shaft.
Permission given, Cole stops holding himself back, and I feel his entire body go taut as I take him to the edge. His balls tighten against my hand, and then he jerks, curling in on himself and around me as he roars. “Fuck, yes...” He grunts as jet after jet of salty heat fills my mouth. I gulp it down hungrily, like it’s my reward for a job well done.
It’s not a crown, but I’m definitely happy with the prize.
