Ruthless knight

In one fell swoop, he tugs my leggings and underwear down.

I’m confused when he stops mid-way down my legs. 

For a moment I think something bad or embarrassing happened, but he presses my thighs to my stomach and holds them in place with his hands. 

Not only does it block my view of him going down on me, the position leaves me wide open and exposed. 

I’m about to protest the injustice, but his stubble scrapes my bare skin…right before he thrusts his tongue inside me. 

All I can do is moan as he works me to the point of oblivion. 

“God, I’m so close.”

“Really?” he muses, lapping at me. “But I thought you hated this?” 

My legs quiver. “It’s the worst.” Gripping the bedsheets, I grind against his face. “Please don’t make me come.” 

“Don’t worry,” he says gruffly. “I definitely won’t.” 

His lips wrap around my clit, and I choke out a moan as the pressure builds and builds. 

He sucks harder…until the tension snaps like a rubber band. 

I swear I see stars as I convulse and shake.

I should probably be embarrassed by how much I came and the damp spot I feel beneath me when he releases my legs, but I honestly don’t have the energy to worry about it. 

And the way Cole’s looking at me, tells me he doesn’t mind my mess one single bit. 

Laying down next to me, he gives me a lopsided grin. “We should never do that again.” 

“Never,” I agree with a smile. 

I look down at the obvious erection he still has. “And I really shouldn’t return the favor.” I walk my fingers across the elastic band of his sweatpants. “Should I?” 

“Nope.” His throat bobs on a swallow. “Because I’m definitely not dying to put my dick in your mouth.” He must see the hesitation on my face, because he quickly adds, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

It’s not that I don’t want to…I’m afraid I’ll be bad at it. 

There’s no getting around the fact that our levels of experience are like night and day. 

I don’t want to be a four—and I’m being generous here—when he’s used to having an eight or better in terms of skill. 

Hell, I’ve watched porn before. There’s a reason they call it a blow job.

However, I’m not opposed to learning something new. Especially if it will give him even an ounce of the pleasure he just gave me. 

 “No, I wan—”

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You can ask me anything.”

I’m not sure what to make of his expression. “What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone?” 

My cheeks heat. “I went to Florida with my parents once.”

He makes a face. “Come on, Sawyer. I’m not trying to be an asshole.” 

I know he’s not, but it still doesn’t make this conversation any less uncomfortable.

“In ninth grade, Abbott Carney stuck his tongue in my mouth and put his hand up my sweater.” 

Cole’s eyes narrow. “I hate Abbott Carney.”

That gets a laugh out of me. “You don’t even know him. He’s actually insanely smart. I had the biggest crush on him when I was a kid, but he had a crush on Catherine who used to babysit him.” I shrug. “We were really good friends…until the day that happened and he admitted he was pretending it was my older sister the entire time.” 

His nostrils flare. “What a douchebag.” 

I wave a hand. “Eh, spilled milk. I’m over it.” 

Besides, Abbott Carney doesn’t kiss half as good as my Colton does. 

There’s a cocky gleam in his eye as he places my hand on his cock. “So this Abbott Carney tool aside, I’ll be all your firsts?”

“Ye—no,” I say as the memory flashes through my head.   

It’s fu

Cole raises an eyebrow. “I’m go

I squeeze his length through his sweatpants, hoping to shift the focus elsewhere. The last thing I want to bring up is him. 

Especially right now. 

“It’s not important.” I start to maneuver down the bed. “What’s important is how much I don’t want to try this right now.”  

Cole makes a face. “I’ve bullshitted my way out of enough answers to know when someone is doing it to me.” He tips my chin. “I’ll never judge you. Besides, after the stuff I’ve done in the past, I have no right to be upset by anything you’ve done in yours.”

Normally, I’d agree. However, there’s always an exception to the rule. 

And unfortunately for me…I’ve found it. 

Or rather…jerked it. Twice. 

Fuck my life. 

I bolt upright on the bed. “Please don’t be mad. I probably should have told you sooner, but there was never really a good time to mention it. And to be honest, it’s not something I really think about, so it slipped my mind. Hooking up with him was a mis—”

“Who?” 

“Trust me, it’s better for us both if I don’t say. Bringing it up will only upset you. Like I tried to tell you before, it was a huge mistake.”

Actually, compared to Cole and half the guys in the locker room that day, it was a pretty small mistake, but there’s no need to mention that.  

Cole looks like he’s going to be sick. “It was Oakley, wasn’t it?” He stands up. “Swear to God, I’m go

“Holy shit. No. I never hooked up with Oakley.” I pause. “Apart from when he kissed me at Christian’s.” 

The way his jaw tics tells me that definitely did not help the situation. 

He pales. “Jace?”  

“No.” I smack his shoulder. “What the hell is the matter with you? I would never do that to Dylan.”

Placing his hands on his hips, he shrugs. “Those are the only two guys I can think of who would make me upset.” He makes a face. “Shit. It wasn’t Bianca, was—”

“Oh, my God,” I exclaim, exasperated. “I’ve never hooked up with your best friend or either of your siblings, you weirdo.”

“Then who?” He waves his hands. “Who is this mystery man you don’t want to tell me a—”

“Tommy,” I admit. “It was Tommy.”