Page 126 of Unspoken Rules

“That’s it?”

I cut into my pancakes. “Yep, that’s it.” I make sure to go heavy on the sass, as if three isn’t enough?

“Not even when you were younger? Didn’t have a marathon?”

I huff out a laugh. “No. Why would I do that?”

“A lot of teenage boys do. I caught Chris doing it more than once. I did it when I was younger. Hell, I’ve done it when I was older.”

My dick twitches happily at the thought of Cole lounging around his house, jerking off as much as he can.

“Sex has never been at the top of my priorities. What’s your most?”

“Eight.”

“Shut up.” My jaw drops. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.” He shakes his head, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip.

“How does that even happen? I can’t believe you’ve made me come twice in a row, never mind three times in a day. More than that? No way.”

“Hold on,” he says carefully, bringing his eyes to me. “The three that’s your record was with me?”

“Uh, yeah? I thought it was obvious.”

He leans across the table, grabs my face, and kisses me harshly. “Just when I think you can’t get any better. You do.” He lets me go and sits in his seat, but the way he’s looking at me? I feel the flush crawling up my skin. “We’re going to hit a new record today.”

“No, we’re not,” I say.

“Oh, we are. And we’re off to a good start. You’ve already had two. When you’re done with breakfast, it’ll be three. Then I’ll give you a quick break.”

“We cannot spend the day having sex.”

“Why not?”

Good question. Why can’t we?

“I… don’t know.”

He laughs and goes back to his food. “We can and we will.”

“I don’t know if I should be grateful for the birthday present or not.”

He smirks. “Still not your birthday present.” I look around the kitchen, wondering what the hell he could have gotten me. “It isn’t in here.”

“Where is it then?”

“I’ll tell you after your fourth orgasm.”

My jaw drops again. But then I smile. “Then I guess I won’t have a fourth orgasm, and you can take the gift back. I don’t need anything.”

“I love that you think you can stop me.” He gives me an equally evil and sexy smile that has the breath leaving my lungs.

The day has barely begun, and I already know it’s going to be the best birthday ever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cole! Oh, my god—”

My hips lift from the floor, my dick going deeper down his throat as he massages my prostate with two fingers. The orgasm blinds me, my whole body tensing. All I feel is pleasure, and the throbbing of my dick down his throat. He hums a satisfied sound as I come for the fifth time, and it isn’t even noon yet.

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