Page 41 of Unspoken Rules

Who am I kidding? Of course he has. He’s a man. He’s probably jerked off all over every inch of his room. But that isn’t something I should think about—now or ever.

I turn the shower on and grab a towel from the small closet. It’s the same type of towel he had on when I showed up here. Shouldn’t be imagining that either. Yet, I don’t want to stop.

A moment later, the water is hot, so I get in. He has a rain shower head, and I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s like heaven. I scrub my hair and wash my body, all the while, picturing Cole in here stroking his dick. Because apparently, I’m a glutton for punishment. The sounds he made that night in Astoria are burned into my brain, playing on repeat as I picture him getting off in here, which gives me the worst fucking hard-on I’ve had in a long time. I don’t want this to distract me all day—the best thing to do is get rid of it. It’s stupid and I shouldn’t, but I’m also a man.

I rest my forehead against the wall as I stroke my dick, amazed at how relieving it feels.

Maybe I should do this more often. I forgot how fucking good it feels. But my dick being hard is hardly an issue.

Thoughts of Cole go through my head. Of him on his knees, sucking me off. Him behind me, stroking me. Him bending me over, shoving his cock in my ass.

“Fuck…” I groan, pumping harder.

“Get on your knees, Bryson.”

I do.

“Open your mouth for me.”

I do that too. Anything he wants.

He steps forward, sliding the head of his cock along my tongue, allowing me to taste his pre-cum. It’s tangy and sharp on my tongue. He grips the back of my head, sliding all the way in and letting out a low, satisfied sound. I relax my throat. His head falls back on his shoulders, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

“Fuck, Cole…” I whisper, so damn close to blowing my load all over his shower.

“Take it all, like a good boy.”

I hum around his cock as he moves faster, groaning louder.

“I’m so close, baby.”

Me too…

“You going to swallow my cum?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” I mumble, reaching out to place my hand on the wall for balance as the orgasm hits me. “Oh fuck,” I grunt, the first pulse hitting me so hard my knees shake. I force my eyes open, watching my cum splatter his wall, wondering if he’s done the same thing. Here. In this exact spot.

A loud bang on the door has my heart leaping in my throat and I slip but catch myself on the wall before falling.

“I’m leaving!” Chris calls out.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, my head dizzy. “See you later!”

I wait a beat to see if he says anything else, but he doesn’t. No good luck, no nothing.

The only person who wished me good luck today was Cole.

Seems like Cole is the only one I can rely on for anything lately.

I pull onto Main Street and park the truck in the first open spot I see. It’s early, but the spots are already filling up. This area is busy all the time, considering it’s the only place in town to get anything you need. I sit for a few, trying to get my bearings, when my phone buzzes. I pick it up, not surprised when I see Daniel’s name on the screen. It’s a little after eight am here, and he’s three hours behind. Why the hell is he up so early—or late? I don’t answer it. The last thing I need is his bullshit negativity this morning. I should block his number. I hit the side button once to silence it, but don’t send it to voicemail. He’ll know I’m ignoring him and will only keep calling. Well, if he hasn’t realized I’m ignoring him by now, his issues are worse than I thought.

I get out of the truck and walk down Main in search of Third. A lot of the businesses are just starting to open for the day, and the owners smile and wave as I glance at their storefronts, wanting to see how much has changed. Most of the stores I pass by are familiar. Outside of minor upgrades like new windows, doors, or paint, they all look the same.

Cars pass noisily on the cobblestone road, and I admire the detail in the buildings. They’re old, with carvings directly in the stone, most of them names of stores that haven’t been around in years.

Third isn’t far, and I turn down it when I find it, spotting the “Now Open” flag outside of a building about a block down. That must be the one Chris mentioned. I can’t tell what it is from here, but I guess I’ll find out when I get there.

The annoyance that washes over me when I stop in front of a tattoo shop is jarring.

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