Angry Kisses

Live Modeling Turned Sex Break - Cole

   The Royal
                     -Not Thinking of You-

   Not thinking of you (all the time)

Week after week

I see you in my dreams

But I don't even want you there

I swear that I'm good

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The cloth underneath his legs pinched and curled as he settled into his pose. "Alright, can we hurry this along," Cole huffed, leaning back onto his forearms. His right leg was bent outward while his left leg remained flat on the ground, displaying the lower half of his body.

"Hey, I'm not the one that offered to be a live model. Get comfy, 'cause you're gonna be there a while," I advised, settling onto my stool. The charcoal in my hand felt cold, almost taunting me as I gazed at Cole. His body looked so warm, and soft I wonder if-

My eyes widened as I caught my thoughts. What am I talking about? He's just my model, I need to focus. I turned my eyes toward the cloth under his body, sketching and shading until I reached his body. The heat in my face was most certainly not welcome, but nothing I tried could stop it. Stupid Cole and his stupid body.

The charcoal glided across the page, demonstrating the soft curve of his calves and thighs. I want to be between them. My face erupted in an obvious blush as I gripped my charcoal. Focus dammit! I could feel my traitorous eyes slide back to his body.

"Are you done gawking? My arms are starting to hurt," Cole whined. He started shifting his weight between both arms, obviously uncomfortable. I snapped my eyes toward his face and was brought back to reality. Right, sketching.

"Yea-yeah, sorry." I began his upper half, throwing his forearms onto the page, trailing up to his biceps and then to his neck. I stole a glance at Cole's face. His furrowed brows and eyes that seemed to look at everywhere except me. A smirk wormed its way across my lips. Embarrassed, huh? Glad I'm not the only one. "So," I whistled, starting on the beginnings of his face, "have you ever done this before? Or is this your first time."

It was silent for a beat before Cole licked his lips and replied. "No, I've never done this before." His eyes softened for a second before locking with mine. I took in the color and glint in them, seemingly apologizing for how rude he's been. My eyes trailed to his nose before landing on his lips. They look soft. And warm, and like they'd fit perfectly on mine. Clearing my throat, I began the details in his hair.

"If that's the case, I'd like to say thank you. I know we don't get along too well, so you doing this for me means a lot." I started on his shoulders, dragging the charcoal down to his pectorals and working down to his abdomen. Cole grunted, his way of saying thank you I assume. While filling in the shading around his body, I kept sneaking glances at his body. I'm not supposed to think about him this way. He doesn't even like me. I don't even like him! So why-

I dart my eyes toward Coles after hearing my name called. "You done staring?" Cole teased, seeing my face erupt into a furious pink mess. "It's not my fault you have the body of a Norse god!" I tease-shout back, my hand gripping my thigh. I wish he'd grab it. The pink on my face deepened.

"Norse god, huh?" Cole began. "What does that make you? An Egyptian goddess?" The grin on his face widened upon seeing my reaction.

"Egyptian goddess? Are you saying I'm hot?" Hope fluttered in the pit of my stomach before it turned into confusion. I'm not excited that he called me a goddess, that's preposterous. I could see a blush creep onto his face, realization of what he just said dawning on him.

"Just keep drawing," Cole growled, attempting to change the conversation topic.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "No. What did you mean." I set my charcoal pencil down, crossing my arms. I could see Cole furrow his eyebrows as he pursed his lips, beginning to get annoyed. "I didn't mean anything. Just keep sketching so I can get dressed."

My jaw tightened as I locked eyes with Cole. The whiplash this boy gives me is insane. "You can tell me, you know." I try to gently nudge the answer out of him.

"That's nice. Pick up the charcoal and keep drawing. This pose is really uncomfortable." Cole's tone changed dramatically, turning into annoyed and testy.

"You can be nicer about it. I'm trying to get along, and you're just being rude." I snipped, getting annoyed at his bossy attitude.

"I wouldn't have to be rude if you just hurried up!" Cole yelled, obviously agitated. I slammed the charcoal down and stood up. Furrowing my eyebrows and taking a cautious step forward.

"I'd be able to hurry up if you weren't so damn attractive!" I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. Cole's face twisted in anger before he stood up and took rushed steps toward me.

"I'm attractive?! Do you know how hard it is to sit here and watch you look at me without being able to do anything!" Cole screamed, bringing his face dangerously close to mine. I brought my hands up to his face cupping his cheeks before crashing his lips into mine. Cole's arms traveled to my waist, bringing my body closer to his.

His lips parted from mine, gasping for air before connecting again. We stumbled in the direction of my bedroom, our kisses getting more and more desperate. I grabbed fist fulls of Cole's hair while his arms slipped under my shirt, yanking it off. I parted, taking in a gulp of air. "God you're so annoying," I wheezed, legs wrapping around his waist. His hands squeezed my thighs as his lips traveled down my neck. Cole nipped at my neck before whispering a reply. "I'm not the one clinging to my body."

He slammed my back into a wall, an unexpected moan escaping my lips. I gripped onto his hair, pulling on a tuft as his lips reached the underside of my jaw. "It's unfair," I wheezed, breath escaping my lungs, "how hot you are." Cole's lips met mine again as we reached the doorway to my bedroom.

Cole's hand wandered to my jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling them off of my legs. "You have no idea how many times I've had to stop myself," He moaned. My legs were back around his waist as he slammed me against another wall, leaving hickeys across my exposed shoulders. Another moan escaped my lips as he bit at my skin. "Your moans are cute," He chuckled, "I love hearing them". I pressed my forehead against his shoulder, exposing the rest of my neck to him. "Then make me sing," I squeezed between moans, My grip on his hair tightening. He grabbed my waist and adjusted my position on him, lifting me up and letting me fall back onto him with force.

Cole chuckled before lowering his lips to my ear and growling out, "I'm gonna make the whole neighborhood hear you." Before I could react, he threw me onto my bed, enveloping me in his warmth.

Our hands wandered everywhere they could, grabbing onto each other desperately. Pleasure was the only word that entered my mind for the next hour. It filled my vision everywhere I looked, everywhere I could feel. Bite marks and hickeys covered my body, scratches painted Coles back, and kisses were littered all over our bodies. Pillows ended up across the room and sweat coated the entire room. The stench of sex floated in the air, covering everything in a thick blanket. I don't regret a thing.

Our naked bodies lay in bed, legs tangled and chests heaving. Cole left a kiss against my temple as my eyes fluttered shut. I strengthened my hold against his waist before drifting off into a pleasant sleep.