Not Quite Sure Yet

Chapter 30

Dear Joey,

Obviously, the kiss grew more heated fairly quickly, tongues swiping and teeth nipping. Moans filled the room, and my hair was being pulled harshly, while my hands snuck up his shirt, tracing the lines of muscle on his stomach. Duke groaned, suddenly pushed me of him, my back hitting the piano as he panted opposite me. What the actual fuck?

"Before I forget," He panted. "I want an actual fucking answer. In words."

I rolled my eyes, amused. "Do you want me to sign a contract too?" I joked, putting my hands up when Due gave me a flat look. "Okay, okay, I was only kidding." I took a deep breath. "Duke I want to be with you. As in, be in a relationship. If that what you want." I added quickly. Dukes face lit up, a smile over taking all his features.

"Well obviously that's what I want." He grinned, sounding elated. "I just needed to know you were falling for me the way I am for you." I nodded, glad I had finally admitted it. I didn't really do big emotional speeches, but I didn't want Duke to think I wasn't taking this seriously. But to be honest, it was hard to concentrate on being in a relationship when I was as worked up as I was.

Duke had done a very good job of calming my nerves and soothing my worries earlier. He calmed me down quicker than I thought anyone could, and trusted me with everything he had. And when he walked over to me and reconnected our lips passionately, I could do nothing but respond with very fiber of my being.

Needless to say, I was getting worked up again. Only a few minutes later, I was mercilessly grinding into Duke, leaving a trail of love bites all along his collar bone. He was moaning and swearing, throwing his head back and pulling my hair. Using all my will power, I pulled my hips back from his. "Let's go to my room." I whispered into his ear, watching him shudder. He nodded maniacally, practically dragging me across the hallway and into my room. I threw him against the door to slam it, knowing if Mom was home I would've got yelled at for that. Then again, if Mom was home, I wouldn't be undressing Duke against my door. His shirt was already discarded, thrown somewhere behind me. I grabbed his thighs and pulled them up, please when he complied and jumped so his legs were wrapped around my waist. I could feel his swollen arousal in his jeans pressing against my stomach, and I moaned when he twisted his hips to press against my own. I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him away from the door. Dukes grip tightened around my neck, and he was nibbling on my earlobe.

I threw his body on the bed and climbed on top of him, never breaking eye contact. His gorgeous blue eyes were blazing with need, and something else I could quite figure out. Still holding his gaze, I pressed gentle kisses down his abdomen, occasionally letting my tongue dart out to trace the lines of his abs. Duke was writhing underneath me. "Cole," He whispered. "Cole, please." He was begging me, sounding desperate, and needy and fuck. It was turning me on so much to hear him beg for me, and I felt my jeans tighten. "Cole." He rasped."Fuck, Cole."

He pulled my head up suddenly, attaching our lips quickly and harshly. I traced his bottom lip with my tongue, while Duke hands struggled to pull my t-shirt up. I pulled away briefly, grabbing the back and yanking it over my head. Duke looked up at me. "Cole." He whispered. "Let me do something for you... please. Let me make you feel good. Please."

I was shocked. Everything we had done so far had been the the other way round, and I hadn't realized Duke felt guilty till now. However, I couldn't ignore the ache I felt when he begged me to let him do something for me. I looked directly in his eyes when I nodded, letting my tongue wet my lips.

In a matter of seconds, I was flipped onto my back, Dukes sparkling eyes meeting my own. He started to kiss down my neck, nipping at my collar bone, and licking over the sting. As his mouth assaulted my neck, his hands fumbled with the zipper on my jeans. When he pulled it down, I groaned at the pressure. This boy was going to fucking kill me one day, I decided. His hands were too fucking talented. The rest were quickly removed, leaving them a pile of black denim on the floor, something I barely noticed as he was pressing kisses down my stomach. When he reached my hip, he looked up to meet my eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to the tattoo there. I felt my heart swell at the amount of emotion in that one gesture, feeling my eyes blaze with happiness. Duke slowly moved on, kissing along the line of my boxers, occasionally swiping his tongue out. His fingers found the waistband of them and began to pull down, until I placed my hands on his own. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice hoarse with need. Duke met my eyes.

"Yes."

“Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing.”

Cole

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I'm sorry, this chapter makes me annoyed. :(