I drop the controller, make my way up the stairs and stop in front of a closed door. There’s no sound coming from the other side of the door. Maybe he isn’t in his room. I retrace my steps to the stairs, but freeze when a low groan reaches me from inside Cole’s room. I backtrack, open the door and step inside. I squint through the sunlight streaming in and glance around the room. My gaze zeroes in on Cole, sitting on the chair next to the desk with his shorts pulled down to his strong thighs. His head is thrown back and moans leave his parted lips. Following the movement below his chest, I watch as his hand palms his. . .whoa. His hips buck, his palm sliding up and down in deliberate strokes.
I rip my eyes from the sight before me, feeling a hot flush sweep through me. I’m shaking and my knees feel weak. I take a step back so I can give him some privacy but stumble on my feet. I grab the door frame, breathing hard. When I look up again, Cole is still immersed in his own pleasure. His groans grow louder and my name slips through his lips. I right myself, lock the door and tiptoe toward him, mesmerized by the look of pure bliss on his face. I stop in front of him, my eyes darting around and narrowing in on the computer screen on the desk. My throat feels dry as I gawk at the video playing silently, the couple writhing on the bed. The man is taking the woman from behind in powerful thrusts. The woman arches her body, her mouth open in pleasure and the man continues to pump his hips, veins popping on his neck. Heat dances in my belly and tingles shoot between my legs. The man pulls out and holds his erection while his partner turns around. She drops on her knees in front of him. One of his hands leave his huge—like really huge—stiff penis and grips the back of the woman’s head, guiding her down on him. I stare, fascinated and wondering if he will fit inside her mouth. Wonders of all wonders, he does.
Would Cole let me do that to him?
I squeeze my thighs, incredibly aroused at the thought of him in my mouth.
I swallow hard, sneak a quick glance at Cole and my heart stops beating. He’s biting his bottom lip, his eyes fixed on me; wide, dilated, dark. I should feel embarrassed for being caught watching, but I don’t. A look of uncertainty flashes across his face. It fades just as quickly as it had appeared. Then he peels one of his hands from his impressive erection, reaches for my hand and pulls me down to his face. His touch is hot, and his breath even hotter as it fans my mouth right before he grasps the back of my head and kisses me with reckless abandon. He separates our mouths, taking my fingers. He places them on top of the hand pumping him harder and harder. Then he covers mine with his and continues to slide them up and down. I go to my knees without breaking eye or skin contact and just watch his face, fascinated. I feel wetness between my legs just looking at him jerk off. He pumps his hand faster, his hips jolt quicker, and our breathing sounds hasher in my ears. He stiffens and his eyes fall shut, his jaw clenched. A low growl rips through his mouth.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful vision in my life.
Something warm touches my skin. I glance down and see white, thick liquid shoot from his Batman. Before I can move my hand, his fingers unfold from mine and he grabs a few tissues from the box on top of his desk. I pull back my arm and let him clean himself.
Oh.
God.
I need to start watching porn. Or maybe just watch Cole when he does his thing.
He stands up and pulls his shorts up, then clicks his mouse next to the computer. The video disappears from the screen. He straightens and runs his fingers through his hair. “That was unexpected.”
Is he blushing?
I clear my throat, feeling a bit awkward now that the action is over. “Sorry for the interruption. I texted you. I decided to drop by when I didn’t hear from you.”
His eyes dart around the room, before finding mine again. “I’ll just go and grab a shower. Can you wait for me?”
I nod my head.
He nods and strides out of the room. I collapse onto his bed, falling on my back and throwing a hand over my eyes as I replay the entire episode in my head.
Cole returns ten minutes later. I uncover my eyes and sit up, trailing him with my gaze as he walks to the dresser and takes out a T-shirt. He moves toward me and pulls me up with his hands around my arms.
“Hi,” he signs.
“Hi.” I raise to my tiptoes and press my lips to his to break the tension. “That was intense.”
He laughs. “Yes, it was. Are we back to seeing each other again?”
“Yes,” I sign.
“Good.”
He walks to his desk and grabs his car keys, then takes my hand. He unlocks the door and we climb down the stairs and head for the front door.
“Don’t forget to ask Elon!” Nick shouts as Cole heads toward the door, with me trailing behind him.
I give Nick a thumbs up, just as Maggie walks in from the kitchen. She stumbles when she sees me, and quickly rights herself. I make her nervous, and I have no idea why.
“Hi Eleanor.” She speaks and signs the words.
“Hey, Mrs. Holloway.”
“Please call me Maggie, okay? You’re literally joined at the hip with my son.”
Cole throws his head back and groans, making his mom chuckle. He starts to sign quickly, causing her to laugh harder.
“It’s so good to see you happy, Sweetheart,” she tells Cole, then turns to me. “Thank you for making him happy.”
I smile. “He’s amazing.”
Cole grins at me, his ears reddening a little.