Page 181 of Unspoken Rules

“Christ, I don’t know.”

“Well, we have less than an hour to make us both come, take a shower, get dressed, and be ten blocks away.”

He takes my entire length in his mouth, my dick pulsing when it reaches the back of his throat.

“Won’t be a problem,” I say, resting my hand on the back of his head and guiding him along my dick. I don’t usually take control with Cole, but it feels right. He’s on his knees for me, worshiping my dick like he missed it. He wants me to come fast? I’ll come fast if he allows me to make him do what I want and not tease me like he always does. “You’d have me coming in seconds if you didn’t tease me so damn much.”

He hums a sound of approval and releases me from his mouth to say, “Where’s the fun in that?”

I shove his head back down, warmth flooding my stomach over him allowing me to do so. I’m never in charge, but I like this. With my hands grasping the longer strands of his hair, I move him faster, thrusting into him. The heat of his mouth and the softness of his tongue quickly have me teetering on the edge.

“I’m going to come, Cole,” I say, pushing him all the way down. His throat constricts around my dick, sending me over the edge and I release in his mouth. He swallows every drop and kisses me firmly when he gets to his feet.

“Let me fuck your mouth, baby.”

He doesn’t have to say it twice. I’m off the stool and on my knees for him now. He holds my head in place with both hands and goes to town fucking my mouth. I can hardly breathe. Drool pours down my chin. Cole groans, praising me. Telling me how good my mouth feels. How he missed it. How he wants to fuck my mouth like this every night.

When he’s about to come, he pulls out, still holding my head in place as he strokes himself through his orgasm, watching as he comes on my tongue and lips. He leans down to kiss me before I get it all cleaned up.

I’ve barely caught my breath before he’s tugging me to my feet and ushering me to the bathroom. The full weight of what we’re about to do doesn’t hit me until we’re a block from the restaurant. Chris spots us before I have the chance to change my mind and run away.

Chapter Seventy-Five

Bryson

It’s a good thing Cole fed me a little while ago because I never would have eaten now. He was right. He’s always right when it comes to me.

My head won’t stop. The thoughts are wild. I think I’m going to throw up.

Does Chris know I just had his father’s dick in my mouth?

Does he know his dad fucked me last night?

Does he know we like to make out with each other’s cum in our mouths?

Does he know he calls me a good boy?

…and I like it?

Why are we even here?

“Bryson?”

I look up, and Chris’s face comes into focus. His eyes widen slightly, and I notice the waitress in the corner of my eye.

“Sorry, what was that?” I say.

“Have you decided what you want to eat?” she asks with a kind smile.

“Oh, uh… Do you have a muffin or something?”

She nods. “Blueberry. Corn. Chocolate Chip. Banana Nut.”

“The last one is fine,” I say quickly.

She nods again, then leaves.

“You okay?” Cole whispers. My eyes dart to Chris, who is watching us like we’re zoo animals behind a glass wall. I swallow hard and reach for my water because my mouth is so dry.

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