Page 102 of Unspoken Rules

“Not over things that matter.”

He moves his mouth to the other side of my neck and then his hand is around my dick, squeezing.

He moves me to the half circle steps in the corner of the pool and sits on the top one, freeing his dick and leaning back.

I smirk as I watch him watching me.

“Be a good boy for me?” he rasps out.

I move toward him, settling on my knees in front of him.

“Always,” I answer, then take him into my mouth.

He hisses, his hand finding the back of my head to guide me deeper and deeper around his dick. He groans when I gag, and though there are tears in my eyes and I can’t breathe, I keep letting him do it because he likes it.

“Fuck, I’m already there, baby.”

His fingers tighten in my hair, and he pushes me as far down as I’ll go. My throat closes around him and he throbs, filling my throat. I swallow around him, getting every drop until he quiets and releases my head.

“So perfect.” He pulls me to him to kiss me gently. “I want you to cum on my stomach and lick it off.” He grips my wet underwear, tugging on the band. “Take these off.”

I get out of them and toss them away. He snatches my hand, spits into it, and guides me to my dick.

“Let’s go then,” he says with a cocky smirk when I don’t move.

I’m still processing what he wants me to do. It’s sexy as hell. Where does he come up with these things?

I stroke my dick, knowing it isn’t going to take long for me to come. I haven’t come since the last time with him and sucking him off makes me so horny.

His hands slide up my stomach and brush my nipples. I rest my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I jerk my dick.

I keep my focus on Cole’s beautiful abs and imagine them coated in my cum. The image is sexy as hell and all the fuel I need. If I needed more, I wouldn’t have to look far. Everything about Cole is hot. Sexy. Perfect.

“You’re close,” he whispers, leaning forward to suck my nipple.

“Yes,” I whimper.

He slides to the other nipple, biting and tugging.

“Cole—”

“Come for me, baby. Be my good boy.”

Fucking hell. I stroke faster and the orgasm nearly blinds me. He sucks my nipple the entire time, heightening everything. I cum all over his abs, like he told me to, and when I open my eyes, focusing on his, he lays back and gestures toward the mess.

“Clean it up.”

I lean down and start from the bottom, licking up every drop. I dip my tongue in the ridges of his abs, circle his belly button, tease his nipple. I lick every inch of him, more than necessary. When I’m done, his hand is on my neck and he pulls me up to kiss me.

“So fucking good,” he whispers.

When Cole says stuff like that, it makes all the bad stuff go away. All my horrible thoughts. I believe him. I trust him. And that’s why I can’t stop doing this with him.

Chapter Forty-One

Bryson

I show up for my first day of work twenty minutes early. Cole let me use his truck, and I had to make sure I wasn’t late. Since I’ll be out before he is, he said using his truck was okay. I’ll pick him up afterward. Once I park, I head inside.

---