Page 9 of Unspoken Rules

“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me, Bryson?”

Did he just—holy shit.

“God yes,” I say, panting.

“And when you’re done, will you let me clean up your mess?”

“Yes!”

I thrust into his hand, the image of him licking up my cum fueling me on.

“Will you let me into this tight little ass, Bryson? You going to let me fuck you?”

“Fuck yes,” I whimper, reaching for his forearm and digging my nails in. “Anything you want.”

“Is that right?” he asks with a chuckle. “Anything?”

Why does he think that’s funny? It’s true!

“Yes, yes,” I chant. “Cole, I’m going to come.”

He groans and pinches my nipple, which sends me over the edge. I come so hard I can’t breathe, every muscle seizing up. The orgasm lasts forever, coating my stomach in sticky cum. My body is like jelly, but Cole moves me to the couch beside him before standing. I barely have my eyes open to see what he’s doing when I feel his hot tongue on my stomach.

“Fuck,” I hiss, arching into him and forcing my eyes open.

He moans as he licks my stomach clean, paying special attention to my nipples, which has my dick getting hard all over again. Cole makes his way up, licking and nipping at my neck before finding my mouth and kissing me, the taste of cum and whiskey and all that is him heavy on his lips. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

His fingers dig into my jaw, holding me in place as his mouth ravages mine. I’ve never had someone kiss me with so much need. It’s intoxicating.

“Get undressed and get on the bed,” he says against my lips.

Our eyes lock and I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but whatever it is, I want it. I want everything he will give me.

He lifts off me and moves to his suitcase in the corner of the room. My legs are weak as I stand, but I get undressed and move to the bed without falling, so that’s a plus. As I lie on the soft mattress, I know this night is one I will never forget. For the good or bad, I’m not quite sure.

Sucking his dick and him jerking me off is one thing, but if this man is about to fuck me, I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay after this. And I don’t really care either, because I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Chapter Five

Cole

I’ve already crossed a line, what’s the harm in crossing another? Not like there’s many more. May as well get them out of the way in one night.

Digging around in my bag, I finally find the roll of condoms and lube stuffed in the corner.

I toss both to the bed when I reach it. Bryson did as I told him and is fully naked, lying on the bed on his back, waiting for me. He’s still semi-hard, which is so fucking sexy.

“Have you done this before?” I ask, kneeling on the bed.

“Yes.”

“Knees up.”

He lifts his knees with his feet flat on the bed. I grab the lube, squirting it on my fingers and bringing them to his ass. His eyes flutter closed as I rub the slick liquid in, and his jaw clenches when I ease a finger inside. He was tense as hell sitting on my lap, but the orgasm loosened him up a little. I work my finger in and out of him, pressing on his prostate when I get to it.

“Oh, fuck—”

His hands fist the sheets, and I watch his dick come to life, turning to stone. I stroke his prostate again and he practically jumps off the bed.

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