Page 6 of Unspoken Rules

His eyes flick open, and his grey eyes focus on me. Bryson shakes his head slowly, his lips parting. Full pink lips that will look so good around my aching cock.

I remove my hand from him and reach for my tie to get it off

“I will if you want me to.” I toss my tie to the couch, pull my shirt free of my pants and get started on the buttons. His gaze locks onto my fingers as they undo each one. He shakes his head, only this time he’s in awe. My chest warms with that look. I take my shirt off and put it with the rest of my things.

“Bryson?”

“Hm?” His gaze darts from my chest to my eyes. He blinks a few times, and I can’t help but smile. He’s so innocent. So sweet. So off-limits. So tempting.

“Take my shoes off for me.”

His eyes widen as I step back to sit on the couch. I wait for him to move, which he does sooner than I expect. He kneels in front of me, unties my shoes, and pulls them off. When he’s done, he sits back on his heels and waits.

Something in him changed just now. I can’t quite place what it was, but it’s definitely something.

He gazes up at me and whispers, “Now what?”

I smile and lean forward, grasping his chin to make him look right into my eyes.

“Now, I want you to be a good boy and suck my cock.”

Chapter Four

Bryson

His words go straight to my dick, making me so hard my vision is blurry.

Or maybe that’s the alcohol. It’s probably a mix of both.

Now, I want you to be a good boy and suck my cock.

I didn’t realize I’d be into dirty talk. Though I’d be into a car manual if Cole was reading it.

He releases my jaw and leans back, looking as comfortable as ever with his legs slightly spread and his arms along the back of the couch. My skin tingles where he touched me. That’s not good. I mean, it’s great, but it’s also really bad.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Alone in a hotel room with Cole Harper, who got half undressed in front of me, told me to take off his shoes, and is now telling me to suck his dick.

Like a good boy.

I’ve dreamed of this day so many times. Way too many times.

But it was always a dream. Nothing more. A fantasy I wanted to come true, but since when does that actually happen? It doesn’t. Especially not for someone like me.

Yet here I am. On my knees for him, hoping like hell he’ll demand me to do more. Tell me exactly what he wants from me. The thought of pleasing him fills me with a sense of pride I’ve never felt in my entire life. I mean, I just took the man’s shoes off and almost thanked him for it.

If there’s anyone I should thank, it’s his parents for making such a beautiful specimen. His body is—Christ, he’s like a god. I’ve seen Cole with his shirt off many times over the years as he worked, or we swam, or whatever else, but this? This is so much more. He’s gained muscle. He’s tanner too. And his dick? My mouth is watering over the impressive outline in his slacks. I’ve never wanted to suck a dick as badly as I want to suck his.

When he says nothing further, I reach for the button of his slacks and flick it open. I undo the zipper slowly, trying to hide my trembling fingers.

Still can’t believe this is happening.

I’m not nervous, though. I’m eager.

And for that, I can thank the alcohol. Had I not been buzzed, I wouldn’t have followed Cole out of the bar. Wouldn’t have asked what was going on. It isn’t just the alcohol though. Something about being with him makes me comfortable in a way that I can be forward. I can be confident. He’s never judged me and now is no different.

When I free his dick from his boxer briefs, I swear I’m going to pass out due to the sheer beauty of it. Long and thick with a plump head that I can’t wait to suck on. This man could make angels weep, he’s so damn delicious. Grasping his underwear and pants, I pull them down to free his balls that are round and firm. His scent overwhelms me. Musky and masculine. The hair around his cock is dark, a trail connecting from it to his belly button, and a smattering across his chest. I love that he doesn’t shave any of it.

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