Finn Cole Nude Novels & Stories

His hands go to Cole’s belt. “Whoa,” Cole says. “What are you doing?” “Testing limits. Isn’t that what we’re doing?” “Yeah but—” “Do you want me to stop?” Cole is breathing harder. “No.” Nash unbuckles Cole’s belt and unzips his jeans. Cole lifts his hips enough for Nash to pull them down along with his boxers and then Cole is sitting there half naked and hard. “Fuck,” Xavier says quietly. Nash wraps his hand around Cole’s cock and Cole’s head falls back against the couch.

He doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop as I buck my hips against his face and scream until my throat is raw. A thin sheen of sweat coats my skin by the time I come back into myself, blinking my eyes open at the sound of Cole’s belt unbuckling. I pick my head up off the pillow, watching with rapt attention as he slides off the bed to stand and shoves down his pants and boxers. His erection springs free, slapping against his lower stomach, the sight of his impressive cock making my mouth water. He removes his shoes and pants, completely naked when he crawls back onto the bed between my legs.

Completely naked. What the hell?

I say as my eyes stayed glued to the stage. "I don't like that he's showing his ass to everyone," Nathan says and I laugh. "They've all seen it plenty of times before," I says and he rolls his eyes. I'm right, Cole's walked around here stark naked enough for every member to see him. Cole continues to do a fancy pole trick which makes me wonder how he even knows how to do that. He dances and sways his hips while looking over at us occasionally with a lustful gaze. He looks amazing in the lingerie with his cute little muscles. Whoever says men can't pull off sexy clothes have never met my fiancé.

Cole paused at my breasts, licking and sucking at my nipples, before moving lower, trailing soft kisses. Continuing downwards, he pressed a hand to my chest, pushing me backwards, and Finn grabbed my wrists, holding me there as he continued his incredible rhythm, his cock filling me with pleasure over and over with every stroke. Cole knelt down in front of us then, his mouth moving lower still, and I gasped as he gave me a long, tantalising lick, right over my clit.

The scene that greets me would be artistic if it wasn't so goddamn typical. Cole stands in front of an easel, completely naked except for the wine glass in his hand. A woman—also naked—poses on a velvet chaise, her body arranged in some classical position that probably has a fancy art term I don't know. Drugs are scattered across every surface. Pills, powder, God knows what else. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I snarl. Cole doesn't even turn. Just takes a leisurely sip of wine and adds another brush stroke to his canvas. "Ah. My darling boy is here."

Adonis I arched an eyebrow at the picture staring up at me from the screen of my phone. Cole, that stoned fucker, had sent it to me. He was laying on some bed with silk sheets with so many half-naked girls curled over and around him. At the corner of the picture was Tim, the timid technology geek of my team -we were all technology geeks, obviously, but Tim’s case was just fucking hopeless- and he was pressed into a large couch looking flustered and awkward as half-naked girls curled over him too.

“Strip and get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are with that pretty mouth of yours.” Cole says. Cole's degrading words send a thrill of arousal and shame through me as I unzip my dress and step out of it. Holt and Cole both look at my body unabashedly. They look at me with a mix of entitlement and possessiveness that makes my stomach flip. I undo my bra and step out of my lace thong so that I’m completely naked. I’m about to drop to my knees, but Holt stops me.

I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair. This is insane. So good. Don't stop. Behind me, Cole had grabbed another ice cube from the freezer, trailing it up the inside of my thigh. The shock made me jolt, but he held me steady, circling it higher until it melted against the heat between my legs, soaking through my panties. "Harlan, she's drenched already," Cole said roughly. He hooked his fingers in my panties and tugged them down, leaving me completely bare. Mr. Harlan stepped back, shedding his tank top in one fluid motion, revealing a chest dusted with hair, muscles honed from years of whatever kept him looking like that.

“Cole needs to return to me before returning to you. He has a connection with me and the Shadowlands pack. You don’t see what I’m seeing.” I can hear him sigh over the phone. “Actually I do, Cassius. Deven has me on FaceTime. Who’s the lady?” “My mate. I’m turning on the speaker again. Stay quiet.” I hit the button on the wall as Arianna continues to encourage Cole to touch her. “Please Luna. I’m not properly dressed. You shouldn’t be in here when I only have underwear on.” “I’m aware of how you’re dressed Cole but I need this from you. Let yourself touch me. I understand the awkwardness of it but I promise there’s no trouble here.”