8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

West

“ S hit,” I muttered. There was almost no light in my apartment except for what little moonlight was streaming in the window through the snowstorm. I took a step forward and crashed into Cole. In my haste to back up and give him space, I stumbled over my own two feet and tumbled to the ground, landing on my ass. “Damn it.”

Cole’s shoulders shook as he chuckled, soft and low, the sound twisting my gut. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, delightful. Better than ever, really.” My tone was thick with sarcasm, and he laughed again. Cole held his hand out to me and hauled me to my feet. As he did, I stumbled into him, our bodies pressing close together.

“Whoa there,” he murmured as I steadied myself, his hand falling to my waist. “You good?”

“Great,” I mumbled, heat racing through my body.

In the dim light, I watched his gaze flicker to my lips and back to meet my eyes. A second later, he leaned in and kissed me, one hand curling around the nape of my neck and holding me close. My lips parted and he slid his tongue along mine, his grip tightening on my hip.

We kissed for several long moments before we parted, breathing hard, just as we had been the previous night. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “Don’t apologize.”

I stepped back a little, putting some much-needed space between our bodies. “I don’t—”

Cole held up a hand to stop me. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but I want to be really clear. I’m attracted to you, mentally and physically. If you’re interested in taking things further, so am I.”

Heat flooded me, my stomach swooping dramatically with his words. “Yeah,” I whispered, looking at my feet. I looked up at Cole to meet his gaze. “Yeah. Me too.”

He pulled me close and kissed me again. This time, he gripped my shirt in his fists and my hands found their way to his neck, my fingers curling in his hair. As I did, he groaned softly, tilting his head back and exposing his throat. I broke the kiss, dragging my lips down his jawline, scraping my teeth against the sensitive skin there before teasing it with my tongue. Cole groaned deeper, rocking into me with his hips. Between us, his cock was hard, thick and ready to be touched.

Cole’s hands tugged at my shirt, and the next thing I knew he was discarding it onto the floor before his hands returned to my waist to work open my belt.

“Wait,” I murmured as he unfastened my jeans.

Cole hesitated. “What’s wrong?”

“Maybe we should…” I tilted my head toward the bedroom. “Get more comfortable?”

A slow smile spread over his face. “That sounds like an excellent plan. Lead the way.”

I took him by the hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom. The room was just as dark as the kitchen had been, just a little moonlight coming in through the clouds, and I pulled him to the bed before turning back to him. “Where were we?”

Cole kissed me ferociously, crowding into my space and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I groaned softly as he dragged his fingers along my bare chest before cupping his hands on either side of my jaw and inhaling sharply. My mind buzzed with eagerness and lust, my cock hard and aching. Abruptly, Cole broke the kiss and stepped back a bit before sinking to his knees and yanking my jeans and boxers down.

My cock throbbed in anticipation as he wrapped his strong fingers around the shaft and gave it a slow stroke, precum beading out of the tip. A moment later, heat enveloped me as he parted his lips and took my cock into his mouth. I sucked in a breath, burying my fingers in his hair.

He teased his tongue along the underside of the crown, humming softly and stroking me firmly, slowly building up a rhythm. As he increased his pace, the pressure building in my groin, I rocked my hips forward, sliding in and out of his mouth, chasing my climax. “Cole, I—” I couldn’t hold back much longer.

With a little moan, he took me deeper, until I nudged the back of his throat, his muscles contracting around me. That was enough to pull me under, and as the waves crashed over me, I groaned and gripped his hair tighter. My cock pulsed in his mouth and he swallowed it all, only releasing me when I was fully spent.

Cole stood and wiped his mouth with the heel of his palm. “Are you one of those guys who doesn’t like to kiss after?”

In response, I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply, relishing the taste of myself on his tongue. Reaching between us, I unfastened his jeans and worked them down until his cock was free. Before I could drop down and return the favor, he put his hand over mine and guided me to stroke him. As I did, I dragged my thumb across his slit, smearing precum across the head. Cole broke the kiss and dropped his head to my shoulder, breathing hard as I worked him.

He thrust into my fist as I stroked, his breath turning shallow and tight. Gradually, his thrusting became more urgent, and he began to let out breathy moans on every exhale, desperate and needy. A few moments later, heat pulsed from his cock, splattering my stomach as he came on a long groan. I stroked him through it, working his cock until he was completely spent and he sagged against my body, taking deep gulps of air.

“Jesus, West,” he murmured into my shoulder.

I just chuckled and pressed a kiss to his neck, humming quietly. “I’m going to get something to clean us up with. I’ll be right back.” I stepped out of my clothes and hurried to the bathroom to wash my hands, using a cloth to wipe my chest and stomach clean before returning with another clean, damp cloth for Cole. Once we were both cleaned up, he kissed me again, a slow, sensual kiss that lasted for several moments and took my breath away once more.

When we parted, I sighed softly. “I’m sorry we weren’t able to bake cookies.”

“I think we found something a little more interesting to occupy us.

I grinned, glad he wasn’t able to see the heat that flooded my cheeks in the darkness of the room. “I agree.” A beat passed, uncertainty tightening my chest. “It’s late. We should probably turn in. You can sleep in here and I’ll take the couch.”

Cole scoffed. “What? Why?”

“I don’t mind. You’re my guest. You absolutely get the bed.”

“No, I mean, why don’t we just… you know, share? If you want to, I’m up for it.”

A surprised laugh escaped me. “Okay. If you’re good with it, I’d like that. Yeah.” I kissed him quickly. “Let’s get to bed, then.”