4. Chapter Four
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.
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.
Cole uses my mouth slowly, but exactly how he wants.
I glance up to find him staring down at me with fire in his eyes.
“I’m close,” he warns.
I hum a sound of approval, letting him know to keep going. His large hand wraps around the back of my head, pulling me forward as he thrusts down my throat. It’s hard and forceful and even though I can barely breathe, and my throat is bruised, I only want more. So much more. I want him to go harder. To use me more. To take whatever he wants from me. Whatever will make him feel good. My body feels like a live wire, and nothing has ever felt so right.
“Swallow it all,” he rasps out. “Every last drop.”
Another thrust and a low groan rumbles from his chest as his cock throbs. He releases down my throat, and I try my best to swallow it all and not choke. My lungs burn, begging for air, but I tell my brain it’ll be just a few more seconds. Hell, I’ll pass out if it means giving Cole Harper a memorable orgasm. I want him to think of this night as much as I will. The sounds the man is making are sinful and will forever be burned into my brain.
With a heavy breath, he pulls his dick from my mouth and drops to the couch.
I made Cole Harper come. I just swallowed his cum. All of it. My heart is threatening to burst from my chest. It’s pounding so hard, and my stomach is turning sour over the thought of what I just did.
If Chris finds out, he will kill me. The only person in the world who has always been there for me, my best friend of eighteen years, will disown me and I won’t be able to blame him. As I sit here on the floor, listening to Cole’s heavy breathing from beside me, embarrassment and shame take over.
Did I suck his dick for a place to sleep? Pretty sure I did, and that’s weird.
I’ll admit I have no idea what I thought would happen when I came here. I’d hoped something like this would happen, but I never could have guessed I’d be getting face-fucked by him. Whatever it was I thought, I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be so quick. It’s not that I want him to cuddle with me, and I didn’t think we’d fuck all night, but a word or two would be nice. Not only nice but relieving. Because I’m going a little crazy in my head. Letting me know what’s going on would be great. Am I supposed to leave? Is he letting me stay here? Because he never said that was the plan.
You really fucked up this time, Bryson.
“Come here,” Cole says, snapping me out of what would have turned into a panic attack. I look at him over my shoulder. He’s patting his knee. His knee! Cole wants me to sit on his lap, and all I can do is stare. “Come on, Bryson. Get your ass over here.”
Hesitantly, I get to my feet. He guides me onto his lap, settling into the couch more comfortably. With his hand on my abdomen, he guides me back so I’m leaning against his chest. His fingers slip under my shirt and up my stomach, causing me to squirm.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear, sliding both hands up and down my stomach and along my chest. He brushes over my nipples, and I whimper. “You like that?” he asks, going back to my nipple and running his finger over it.
I bite on my bottom lip and groan, closing my eyes to focus on his touch. He pinches it, hard, and my fingers dig into the couch. Cole chuckles, sliding his hands down to unbutton my jeans. He slips his hand into my pants, over my briefs, and rubs my dick.
“You’re so hard for me,” he says.
I am. I really am. And his hand feels so good.
“Yes.”
It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this. So long since I’ve touched myself like this. I’ve been too worried about getting my life together that sex is the last thing on my mind. I shamelessly thrust against his hand, loving the way it feels. How he seems to know exactly where to touch me.
“Do you need me to get you off, baby?” he rasps out.
There’s that baby again.
It’s pathetic how weak it makes me.
“Yes, please,” I whimper.
“So polite,” he says, undoing my zipper and shoving my pants down to free my dick. The cool air is a relief on my hot skin, but his warm hand around me is even better. I rest my head on his shoulder.
When I feel his hand coming upward, I open my eyes to see what he’s doing. He spits into his hand before bringing it back to my dick, rubbing his saliva all over me. He jerks me off hard and fast while his other hand finds my nipple, which has me absolutely wild.
No one in this world knows how much I like my nipples played with, and yet this man figured it out in seconds. Problem is I’m not going to last long if he keeps doing that. It’s a sure-fire way to get me to come in seconds.
“C-Cole,” I murmur, reaching for his hand to pull it away from my nipple. “Too much.”
He swats my hand away and goes back to what he was doing. “I’ll tell you what’s too much.”
He’s so demanding, and it’s so sexy. Cole pinches my nipple hard, and I cry out, so he jerks me faster. I’m already too close.
“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me, Bryson?”
Did he just—holy shit.
“God yes,” I say, panting.
“And when you’re done, will you let me clean up your mess?”
“Yes!”
I thrust into his hand, the image of him licking up my cum fueling me on.
“Will you let me into this tight little ass, Bryson? You going to let me fuck you?”
“Fuck yes,” I whimper, reaching for his forearm and digging my nails in. “Anything you want.”
“Is that right?” he asks with a chuckle. “Anything?”
Why does he think that’s funny? It’s true!
“Yes, yes,” I chant. “Cole, I’m going to come.”
He groans and pinches my nipple, which sends me over the edge. I come so hard I can’t breathe, every muscle seizing up. The orgasm lasts forever, coating my stomach in sticky cum. My body is like jelly, but Cole moves me to the couch beside him before standing. I barely have my eyes open to see what he’s doing when I feel his hot tongue on my stomach.
“Fuck,” I hiss, arching into him and forcing my eyes open.
He moans as he licks my stomach clean, paying special attention to my nipples, which has my dick getting hard all over again. Cole makes his way up, licking and nipping at my neck before finding my mouth and kissing me, the taste of cum and whiskey and all that is him heavy on his lips. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
His fingers dig into my jaw, holding me in place as his mouth ravages mine. I’ve never had someone kiss me with so much need. It’s intoxicating.
“Get undressed and get on the bed,” he says against my lips.
Our eyes lock and I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but whatever it is, I want it. I want everything he will give me.
He lifts off me and moves to his suitcase in the corner of the room. My legs are weak as I stand, but I get undressed and move to the bed without falling, so that’s a plus. As I lie on the soft mattress, I know this night is one I will never forget. For the good or bad, I’m not quite sure.
Sucking his dick and him jerking me off is one thing, but if this man is about to fuck me, I’m not sure I’ll ever be okay after this. And I don’t really care either, because I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.