Ever Get That Feeling?

“They look so angelic when they are like this,” I murmured, looking at my brother and Cole’s sister.

Cole looked over at me, giving me a smile. How can one guy look so hot and sweet at the same time? It’s criminal, I tell you.

“Yes,” Cole agreed, “but they aren’t the only ones,” he said, as he gently laid the kids down on the bed, getting up.

“Excuse me?” I asked. Not the only ones . . . What in the heck did that mean?

Cole smirked, “nothing.”

Nothing! Nothing! That was a roundabout way of him saying *I* look angelic when I sleep! God, he really is flirting with me. Or maybe I’m imagining things.

That has to be it. I can’t see a guy like Cole liking me.

“They’re asleep, let’s go back to bed,” Cole said, brushing my arm as he passed me.

Go back to bed!! Why did he have to say it like that!? He made it sound so perverted . . . like we’d be doing things!

Sexual things!

Things you do to your lover!

“Kyle . . . ” Cole waved a hand in front of my face, making me blush.

“Uh . . . sorry, I’m coming.”

Cole smirked again, “not yet,” he half whispered in my ear.

I blinked. Huh . . . ?

Cole seemed pleased for some reason as I watched him walk out of Chase’s bedroom.

What did he mean ‘not yet!?’

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He sure does fall asleep fast. I looked at Cole’s face, mesmerized by how his lips were slightly parted. He looked so cute . . . so kissable.

Arg! Get a hold of yourself!

I sighed, closing my eyes. Hopefully sleep would soon take me.

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“Mm . . . uh . . . ”

“How does it feel for you?” I moaned, my eyes springing open in surprise as I woke myself up by speaking.

Huh? How does it feel for you . . . ? Oh . . . my dream . . . ? I had been giving Cole a hand job . . . and . . .

Blinking, I looked up, meeting Cole’s wide eyes.

Uh . . . where is my hand!?!?

Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m touching him . . . down there . . . my hand is pushed under his sleep pants and his boxers.

My freaking hand is wrapped around his cock!

“Cole, my God . . . I’m sorry . . . I was dreaming about . . . ”

Uhs . . . excuse . . . excuse . . . I need one fast!

“Umm . . . about this guy I saw on TV . . . Sorry!!”

I made to move my hand, but Cole’s iron grip on my arm stopped me. He looked me deeply in my eyes.

“Don’t!” He said, in a commanding voice.

“What?”

“Don’t stop.”

“But . . . but . . . but . . . ”

“I have a problem now, you see . . . I woke up with you stroking me, Kyle! I’m aroused, damn it . . . don’t stop!”

This is so embarrassing. Of course it is a dream come true . . . haha . . . it really is, but I’m so dang flustered. I’m so not the take control type and here I am making the first freaking move. Of course at the time, I didn’t know what I was doing.

He really wants me to go on?

It has to be because he’s half asleep and he’s not come to his senses yet. In a second it will all don on him. That I’m a guy and all . . .

“Please . . . ” Cole whispered into my ear, bucking into my hand, to get me out of my dazed state.

I blushed, blinking my eyes, “I guess . . . ”

Bitting my lower lip, I began to move my hand again, becoming hot and bothered as I listened to Cole’s little grunts and moans of approval.

This is too much.

“Harder, Kyle,” Cole moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

I nodded, squeezing my hands around Cole’s tip, getting an ‘uhh’ from Cole. I grinned, liking that reaction, so I did it again, this time, moving my hand all the way down to the base of Cole’s cock, squeezing all the way.

Cole squirmed beneath next to me, panting loudly.

Encouraged, I set up in bed, throwing the cover off us. My eyes ravished Cole’s body, watching how he shook, his body spasming.

“Mm . . . ” I couldn’t help but moan, using my other hand to fondle Cole’s balls.

“Kyle!” Cole shouted, not expecting that.

I grinned, “did you like that?”

“Yes, God, yes!” Cole shouted, making me blush.

I smiled to myself, pleased that I was pleasuring Cole like this.

Smirking, I ran my hand up Cole’s cock, my pointer finger playing around the slit on the tip. Cole gasped, tossing his head to the side. I grinned, poking my finger in the slit, in a teasing manner.

“Stop . . . teasing . . . ” Cole moaned.

“You like it, though,” I pointed out.

“Too much . . . ” Cole panted.

“Mm . . . ”

“Should I stop then?” I let go of Cole’s cock, giving Cole an innocent look.

“Kyle,” Cole whimpered. I giggled; I just couldn’t help it. I never thought I’d hear the day that Cole would be whimpering.

“What?”

“Please . . . ”

Now begging . . . wow . . .

“What would you like me to do, Cole?” I asked, amazed by how throaty my voice sounded.

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