Page 66 of Unspoken Rules

No. No, this is so bad. The more we do this, the harder it is to stop.

But… just one more. That’s what he said. One more time and we’re done.

“Okay,” I choke out.

“This way it’s fair.”

“Fair,” I whisper as he strokes my dick.

He groans a satisfied sound when my hips move into his hand.

“I love how responsive you are. How unashamed you are to feel good.”

I wouldn’t say that. I’m uncomfortable as hell right now. It just feels too good to worry about.

“Thank you?”

He chuckles. His other hand slides up my chest, pinching my nipple before settling at my throat, then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Slow but firm, and so damn sexy. I moan into his mouth, and he strokes me faster. I’m not going to last long. I didn’t come last night, and I was already worked up like crazy. I was surprised I didn’t wake up with a load in my pants.

I really need to jerk off more.

I whimper when Cole pulls away. He drops to his knees in front of me and I gasp when he takes me into his mouth, sucking and licking at the tip while massaging my balls. And holy shit, that feels so good.

“Fuck, Cole—That feels too good.”

I grip the edge of the counter, my head falling back on my shoulders. My body is on fire, Cole doing all the right things at exactly the right time.

Don’t remember the last time I had a mouth around my dick. I forgot how good it feels, and focus on not coming because I don’t want this to stop. But the way he’s giving so much attention to the head of my dick is making it really difficult. Every stroke of his tongue is perfect, every touch of his hand is perfect. He knows exactly what to do.

He takes over with his hand, nipping at my waist. I whimper, thrusting into his hand.

“You need to come, Bryson.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He licks the slit of my cock, and I hiss.

“Be a good boy and do that for me. Show me how much you like my mouth. Let me make you feel good.”

Before I can say anything, his mouth is on me again.

He wants me to come. Doesn’t care he’s been down there barely two minutes. So I give in because I want it. Because I want to please him. Because maybe he needs this too. Maybe he needs to know that he can make me feel good, the same way I want to know I make him feel good. So I relax my body and give in, allowing the orgasm to crash over me. Cole groans as I fill his mouth with my cum and sucks every drop out of me.

He gets to his feet and steps back to lean against the wall. He makes a show of wiping his mouth with his thumb, panting as he watches me. I’m panting too, my head dizzy from the orgasm.

My gaze dips to his crotch, and I groan when I see how hard he is.

Hard from sucking me off. From making me come. Something about that is so sexy. He likes getting me off? Likes making me feel good? The same way I do?

He shouldn’t. None of this should be happening.

“Cole—”

He doesn’t say anything, just holds my gaze. I have no idea what is going through his head. I can’t tell. He looks as blissed out as I feel, but that isn’t the case because he’s hard and aching.

With his eyes burning into mine, he runs his hand along his stomach, up to his chest before bringing it back down and slipping his hand underneath. He drags his shirt up, and I can’t help but look. He’s so fit, so fucking sexy.

“You like the way I look?” he asks.

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