Page 97 of Missed Notes (Rixon High 5)

“Sofe, I’m pretty confident there isn’t a single thing you could do to me that I wouldn’t enjoy.”

His words made my heart swell.

“Okay, I want to.”

I nudged him onto his back and straddled his hips. Cole sat up on his elbows and curved his hand around the back of my neck. “You don’t have to do this. There’s no rush.”

But there was.

Time was ticking.

Who knew how I’d feel during the cancer treatment?

What if I never felt like myself again?

No. I wanted to experience things now. While I was still me.

“I want to.” I leaned down and brushed a soft kiss over his lips before moving down his body.

It took a minute to find a comfortable position. One that let me kiss his abs, run my tongue over the hard ridges.

“Fuck, that feels…fuck.”

I smiled against him, gently nipping his hip with my teeth.

He was already hard, his dick straining against his boxers. I ran my hand over it, adding a little pressure.

Cole groaned. “Little tease.”

Why did I like the sound of that?

Dipping my head, I pressed open mouthed kisses along his pelvis while palming him through his briefs.

“Sofe,” he warned, lifting his ass to get closer to me.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted…” I batted my lashes at him, and he shook his head with silent laughter.

Slowly, I pulled his boxer briefs down his hips, enough that I could close my fist around him and pump him from root to tip.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.

“Is it okay?”

“More than okay.”

Pushing all my hair over one shoulder, I leaned down and flicked my tongue over the tip as I continued jacking him off.

“Fuck…” The word left his lips on a pained groan.

“It’s salty,” I said, licking again, taking a bit of him into my mouth.

“Yes. Fuck yes, just like that.” His hand curled into my hair, holding it out of the way.

There was something so hot about it, it spurred me on and gave me the courage to slide my mouth further down his length.

The second he hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little, but it was worth it to hear the deep rumble of approval in his chest.

“You are incredible,” he said, as I started to find a rhythm.

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