Page 117 of Unspoken Rules

I cup his face and make him look at me.

“When it comes to you, me, and our dicks, I want you to be.” I brush my thumbs along his cheeks. “You should be ready for my cock always.” His lips part and I tilt his head up to get a better look at him. “Understand me?”

“Yes,” he breathes out.

I kiss him softly on the lips. “Good boy. Now go in my room and get undressed. Wait for me on the bed.”

He nods, swallows, and steps around me to head to my room. I smile as I watch him go, doing exactly as I said.

I head downstairs to get us bottles of water, taking my time. The anticipation makes everything better, heightened. He’s going to be waiting for me, wondering what I’m doing.

When I walk in, I find him lying on his back.

“You didn’t say how you wanted me,” he says, meeting my eyes. I place the bottles of water on my night table beside his phone. I pull mine from my pocket and put it there too.

“If I didn’t say, it doesn’t matter.” I grab a bottle of water and offer it to him. “Drink.”

He takes it as he sits up. I step back and start on the buttons of my shirt. He watches me intently, eyes on my fingers as they undo the buttons. When I slip out of my shirt, his eyes roam my chest and arms, dipping to my waist. So I take my time getting my pants off.

The way he looks at me makes me feel on top of the world. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does. With pure awe and admiration.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of people look at me. I know I’m not ugly and my body is in shape. But usually people look at me lustfully, like all they care about is how I look. The way my body is shaped. But Bryson? He takes in every inch of me like I’m one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. And knowing he has an eye for art makes me feel even more special. He knows what art is. He appreciates beauty in a different way. Those looks mean more from him because they mean something.

“Do you like what you see, Bryson?” I ask, not caring to hide my cockiness.

His eyes flick to mine, and even in the dim light of the room I see his cheeks tinge pink. He’s cute when he’s shy.

“Very much.”

I smile. “Drink more water.”

When he finishes half the bottle, I take it, cap it, and put it back on the table.

I lean against him, pressing my hands to the mattress beside him. “How do you feel about riding me, baby?”

The air leaves his lungs in a whoosh. “Yes, please.”

“Need me to prep you first?” I ask. He shakes his head.

I don’t ever want to hurt him, and I’ll make sure he goes slow so he doesn’t get hurt, but I love that he’s so eager for me that he can’t wait to have me. He wants the stretch of my cock in his ass without easing into it.

I dig in my drawer for the lube and condoms, tossing them onto the bed. I finish getting undressed, then lie down.

“Put my cock in your mouth,” I tell him.

He crawls over, settling between my legs. I’m already hard and he wastes no time doing as I say. He licks from my balls to the tip, licking up the pre-cum. I reach for the condom as he takes me into his mouth, sucking me slow and firm. Making me even harder.

He takes his time, enjoying me, making sure I enjoy it. I always enjoy it.

I hand him the condom. “Put it on me.”

He does it confidently, which makes me proud. I hate how he’s constantly unsure of himself and everything he does. It’s his father’s fault he’s like this, and it makes me want to murder the guy. Bryson is an amazing person, but he can’t see it because of the way he’s been treated by the man who should have given him confidence.

I toss the wrapper onto the floor and hand him the lube. “On you and me,” I tell him.

He takes the bottle hesitantly, opening it and spreading it on my cock. Lifting up, he lubes himself, his eyes fluttering closed.

One of these days, I’m going to watch him fuck his own ass.

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