Page 108 of Unspoken Rules

“Then prove it.”

He licks and kisses my ass cheek while stroking inside me and pressing me to the wall. When he sinks his teeth into me again, the orgasm rushes over me. I cry out, shouting his name as my dick pulses through my release.

“Oh yes, baby. There’s my good boy,” he rasps out.

My heart is like a jackhammer, and my vision is blurry. Cole gets to his feet and pulls me back, shoving me to my knees.

“Clean it up.” I furrow my brow and look up at him. He points to the wall. “I said clean—it—up.”

I turn back to the wall and see the mess I made. Cum drips down the wall. I stare at it. I don’t hate the idea of cleaning it up. But it’s a wall.

Cole crouches next to my ear, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and whispers, “Be a good boy. Clean it up. And I’ll let you suck my cock.”

His words have my dick hard again. So I do it. I lean forward and lick my cum from the wall. And honestly, something about it is so fucking hot. The satisfied sounds Cole makes as I do, maybe. Knowing that what I’m doing turns him on? It’s beyond satisfying. When I’m done, I look up at him and lick my lips. He grips my chin, holding my gaze, then whispers, “Such a good boy.”

I grin at him, and my chest fills with warmth. There’s an overwhelming need for him to hold me. To hear his words of praise. There’s an echo of another word, but I definitely can’t say it, so I ignore it. Because there is no way I feel that way about Cole. I can’t. It’s bad enough we’re doing this, I can’t make it serious by having actual feelings.

“Take out my cock.” He steps in front of me, and I undo his pants, freeing his dick eagerly, and he wastes no time slipping it between my lips. Cole steps closer, finding the back of my head and then he fucks my face to his liking. He uses my mouth, and it’s heaven. “So perfect. So good. So warm. Your mouth makes me feel so fucking good, Bryson.”

On and on he praises me for just being me. I’m not even doing anything. Just sitting here on my knees for him, allowing him to use my mouth as he wants.

Yet that’s enough for him.

Sexually, anyway.

Because I think that’s the problem.

Cole has no problem being with me sexually—it’s everything else. The outside. The real world. What people will say. Because no one could ever know about us. I know that. Have known that. Maybe that’s why he’s still talking to that woman.

But it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair and I don’t accept it.

He groans deeply, pulling me from my mood-crushing thoughts to focus on the way his pre-cum spills on my tongue. Moments later, he’s coming down my throat. Then he demands I go upstairs to his bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for him to get there.

So I do.

Chapter Forty-Four

Bryson

Cole comes into the room a short time later. I hear his footsteps, but he doesn’t come to me. He moves around the room, doing whatever it is he’s doing.

I’m lying face down on the bed like he told me to, leaning on my forearms with my forehead pressed to the mattress. My dick has been hard since I got up here. The anticipation is killing me, especially now that I know he’s here, but don’t know what he’s doing. Is he watching me? Is he naked? Going to touch me? Let me suffer?

“You’re going to listen to me and you’re going to listen to me good because I am losing my patience with you,” he says.

My skin tingles at his voice. How low and calm it is. I still can’t tell where he is in the room until—

He spanks my ass, causing me to hiss and arch into the bed. It stings where he slapped me, but it’s making my dick throb. There’s no way my ass isn’t beet red. Swollen with welt marks, probably.

I love it.

“Connie means nothing to me.”

I fist the sheets, hating the way her name makes me want to vomit.

“Professionally, she’s a client. Personally, she’s a mistake.”

He smooths his hand over my skin, soothing the burn, but it doesn’t help fully.

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