Page 7 of Unspoken Rules

Sneaking a look at him, I find him watching me with half-lidded eyes. He’s perfectly still. Seems so at ease. How can he be so calm? My heart is pounding like crazy.

I lean forward to drag my tongue along the length of him when he grips my chin to stop me. I look up at him, confused. Then the shame washes over me.

He stopped me. Of course he stopped me. I’m me. Why could Cole want to do something like this with me? How could I think someone like Cole Harper, who is not only established in his career but in life too, would be interested in me? A college graduate with no job, nowhere to live, and no prospects for anything.

I’m on the verge of hopping to my feet and running out the door. I will gladly jump into the ocean after this.

“How badly do you want to suck my cock, Bryson?” His tone is a low rasp that has me trembling.

“Wh-what?” I stutter out.

“I want you to tell me how badly you want my dick in your mouth,” he says firmly.

No way in hell is this real life!

“Like on a scale from one to ten?”

Really, Bryson? Really?!

Cole grins, his eyes shining with humor. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

I lick my lips, knowing there’s no way to take back what I said, so I may as well just go with it. But this is one of those moments I’ll never forget. Like the time the waitress told me to enjoy my food, and I gave her a bright smile and confidently said, “You too!”

Just roll with it. He won’t judge you.

“Ten. Definitely ten.” I swallow hard and he lets go of my chin. He leans back with a satisfied look on his face. I don’t know how he expected me to answer that question. Was I supposed to say a thousand? Was I not supposed to admit I wanted him so badly? Why do I have to overthink everything?

“Get on with it then. Show me what a ten means to you, baby.”

My stomach does a flip at him calling me baby. And I can’t help but smile, which feels really weird, but when he catches it, he smiles too. Which only makes me more comfortable.

His dick throbs, and I reach for it, lifting up on my knees to lean forward. He brushes his hand over my head, like the way you would a dog, but it isn’t degrading. It’s praising. Like he’s rewarding me with touch for doing a good job. Nothing has ever felt so right.

I’m about to suck my best friend’s father’s dick. A man I’ve known since I was in kindergarten. I hope I’m as good at it as I think I am.

Here goes nothing.

I drag my tongue along the thick vein that runs from his balls to the crown. He hums a low, satisfied sound. When I reach the plump head, I suck him into my mouth, the salty tang of pre-cum sharp on my tongue. My eyes fall shut as I revel in how soft his skin is, how good he tastes.

Cole lets out a long and low “fuck” that has me delighted. There has never been a sound more beautiful than that, and I will do anything in my power to make him do it over and over again.

His hand finds the back of my head and he urges himself deeper into my throat. I let him guide me how he wants because I want to do whatever will make him feel good. Cole Harper can use me however the hell he pleases.

Considering I’m not forthcoming about my sexuality with many, or close with a lot of people, I don’t have a ton of experience with men. Though it isn’t just men, but sex in general. I’ve never attempted anything sexual with a woman—always knew it wasn’t for me. I’ve only had two partners before Cole, and it makes me wonder how many men he’s been with. Obviously he likes women. Or did. At least once, in order for him to have Chris. Does he have a preference? Does it matter? When he groans again, I realize it doesn’t. As long as he likes what I’m doing, that’s all that matters to me.

“Just like that,” he says hoarsely, guiding my head up and down with a tight grip on my hair. It burns, but in the best way possible. “Your mouth feels so good, Bryson.”

Oh my god, he said my name. This really is happening.

He thrusts his hips up, reaching deeper down my throat. Tears form in my eyes, but I keep going because I want more of those sounds. More of his praise. I want to make him feel good. His hand in my hair tightens, and he holds me in place. My lungs burn, and I’m on the verge of tapping out when he lifts me off him and gets to his feet. I suck in air and wipe the spit that’s dripping down my chin.

“Sit on the floor with your back against the couch,” he says as he gets the rest of his clothes off.

As I get into position, there are two things that come to mind. One: his legs are thick as all hell. Pretty sure he could crush a watermelon with them, and it’s sexy as fuck. Two: I’m still completely dressed and feeling kind of weird about it now that he’s naked.

Cole stands over me with a foot on either side of my hips. He leans forward, resting a knee on the cushion beside my head, a hand on the back of the couch, and the other guiding his cock to my lips. I open for him as I rest my head against the couch cushion, but he doesn’t go right in. He drags the soft tip along my bottom lip, painting pre-cum there before slipping inside. I relax my throat, and he fucks me.

“Christ, your mouth,” he growls, thrusting his hips forward. He goes so deep I gag, which he seems to like since he keeps doing it. Each time he pulls out, I take a breath.

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