Page 8 of Unspoken Rules

Cole uses my mouth slowly, but exactly how he wants.

I glance up to find him staring down at me with fire in his eyes.

“I’m close,” he warns.

I hum a sound of approval, letting him know to keep going. His large hand wraps around the back of my head, pulling me forward as he thrusts down my throat. It’s hard and forceful and even though I can barely breathe, and my throat is bruised, I only want more. So much more. I want him to go harder. To use me more. To take whatever he wants from me. Whatever will make him feel good. My body feels like a live wire, and nothing has ever felt so right.

“Swallow it all,” he rasps out. “Every last drop.”

Another thrust and a low groan rumbles from his chest as his cock throbs. He releases down my throat, and I try my best to swallow it all and not choke. My lungs burn, begging for air, but I tell my brain it’ll be just a few more seconds. Hell, I’ll pass out if it means giving Cole Harper a memorable orgasm. I want him to think of this night as much as I will. The sounds the man is making are sinful and will forever be burned into my brain.

With a heavy breath, he pulls his dick from my mouth and drops to the couch.

I made Cole Harper come. I just swallowed his cum. All of it. My heart is threatening to burst from my chest. It’s pounding so hard, and my stomach is turning sour over the thought of what I just did.

If Chris finds out, he will kill me. The only person in the world who has always been there for me, my best friend of eighteen years, will disown me and I won’t be able to blame him. As I sit here on the floor, listening to Cole’s heavy breathing from beside me, embarrassment and shame take over.

Did I suck his dick for a place to sleep? Pretty sure I did, and that’s weird.

I’ll admit I have no idea what I thought would happen when I came here. I’d hoped something like this would happen, but I never could have guessed I’d be getting face-fucked by him. Whatever it was I thought, I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be so quick. It’s not that I want him to cuddle with me, and I didn’t think we’d fuck all night, but a word or two would be nice. Not only nice but relieving. Because I’m going a little crazy in my head. Letting me know what’s going on would be great. Am I supposed to leave? Is he letting me stay here? Because he never said that was the plan.

You really fucked up this time, Bryson.

“Come here,” Cole says, snapping me out of what would have turned into a panic attack. I look at him over my shoulder. He’s patting his knee. His knee! Cole wants me to sit on his lap, and all I can do is stare. “Come on, Bryson. Get your ass over here.”

Hesitantly, I get to my feet. He guides me onto his lap, settling into the couch more comfortably. With his hand on my abdomen, he guides me back so I’m leaning against his chest. His fingers slip under my shirt and up my stomach, causing me to squirm.

“Relax,” he whispers in my ear, sliding both hands up and down my stomach and along my chest. He brushes over my nipples, and I whimper. “You like that?” he asks, going back to my nipple and running his finger over it.

I bite on my bottom lip and groan, closing my eyes to focus on his touch. He pinches it, hard, and my fingers dig into the couch. Cole chuckles, sliding his hands down to unbutton my jeans. He slips his hand into my pants, over my briefs, and rubs my dick.

“You’re so hard for me,” he says.

I am. I really am. And his hand feels so good.

“Yes.”

It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this. So long since I’ve touched myself like this. I’ve been too worried about getting my life together that sex is the last thing on my mind. I shamelessly thrust against his hand, loving the way it feels. How he seems to know exactly where to touch me.

“Do you need me to get you off, baby?” he rasps out.

There’s that baby again.

It’s pathetic how weak it makes me.

“Yes, please,” I whimper.

“So polite,” he says, undoing my zipper and shoving my pants down to free my dick. The cool air is a relief on my hot skin, but his warm hand around me is even better. I rest my head on his shoulder.

When I feel his hand coming upward, I open my eyes to see what he’s doing. He spits into his hand before bringing it back to my dick, rubbing his saliva all over me. He jerks me off hard and fast while his other hand finds my nipple, which has me absolutely wild.

No one in this world knows how much I like my nipples played with, and yet this man figured it out in seconds. Problem is I’m not going to last long if he keeps doing that. It’s a sure-fire way to get me to come in seconds.

“C-Cole,” I murmur, reaching for his hand to pull it away from my nipple. “Too much.”

He swats my hand away and goes back to what he was doing. “I’ll tell you what’s too much.”

He’s so demanding, and it’s so sexy. Cole pinches my nipple hard, and I cry out, so he jerks me faster. I’m already too close.

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