43. Chapter Forty-Three
I request a rideshare around nine, knowing I need to get home and sleep. I have work tomorrow, after all. I’m not sure how I’ll get through the day knowing Cole is meeting with that woman again. I’d hoped drinking would help, but it’s only made me feel worse. My brain conjured up all sorts of messed up things that only made me feel sick to my stomach. Shitty things about why Cole is calling me. What he’s doing since I’m not answering me. What he’ll be doing tomorrow.
Alcohol does not fix problems, and I have no idea how Chris was using this as a way to cope with his father’s infidelity.
The door is unlocked when I get home, so I walk in and hang my key up on the hook. Before I get the door closed, I’m pressed up against the wall by a large, firm body that smells just like Cole.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Bryson,” he growls.
Sounds like Cole too.
“You say one thing. Do another,” he continues, nipping at my jaw. “And I don’t like it.”
Yeah, that’s definitely Cole.
I think I should respond, but I had a lot to drink, and even though words are going through my head, I can’t get them to come out of my mouth.
“Don’t like that you make me absolutely crazy. Especially when you get jealous.”
Jealous? He thinks I’m jealous? I’m not. I just don’t like to be played with.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck as his hands move to my slacks. He grabs my dick from outside, rubbing me and making me hard.
I hate that I physically respond to him. I’m putty in his hands and it’s pathetic.
“Your body is good to me, Bryson. But your mouth…” He tsks.
My head falls against the wall as pleasure courses through me. He rubs my dick so good, so perfectly. How am I supposed to ever stop this?
He steps back and spins me, pressing my front to the wall hard. He jerks my pants down, baring my ass to him. His chest is pressed to my back and his hand slides down between my cheeks. I groan when he reaches my hole. He slips over it, back and forth, but doesn’t press inside. I bite the inside of my cheek to suppress my moan.
“After the shit you pulled in my office today, and ignoring me afterward, you don’t deserve my cock. Only good boys get my cock, Bryson. And you have not been a good boy today. But I’ll admit, your defiance makes me hard too. Seeing you stand up for yourself and be confident? Fuck, I’m so proud of that.”
Oh, Christ… Why is this so hot?
“So what am I supposed to do with you?” he asks huskily.
My dick is so hard, and the pressure of it being squished against the wall is torture. It’s taking everything to not hump it like a dog in heat. I know how pathetic that is, but Christ, I really want the friction of something—anything—on my dick. I should be embarrassed by the way I am. Pants around my ankles, Cole chastising me. But I only want more of what he’s doing.
Which is why I say, “Punish me.”
He groans, running his hand over my ass cheek. I arch into his hand, loving the way he touches me. But then his hand is gone and a second later, there’s a loud crack and a sharp sting. I lurch forward into the wall, the mix of pain from the smack and the pressure on my dick has me confused because it’s all so good.
His hand is back on my ass, rubbing the sting away. “Punish you like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
My heart is pounding so hard I hear it in my ears.
Cole Harper just spanked me, and I liked it.
“You like being spanked?” he asks, sounding both shocked and eager.
“Yes,” comes out of my mouth automatically.
Cole doesn’t say another word, but rains down three more sharp smacks to my ass that have me panting. My dick is leaking, and I bet there’s pre-cum all over the wall.
“This is making me so goddamn hard,” he growls.
He’s breathing heavily too, and when he steps away, I miss the heat of him.
“Get undressed,” he says. “Now. Let’s go. Completely naked.”
I step back, keeping my back to him, and get undressed. I toe off my shoes and kick my pants away as I rip off my shirt. Cole’s hands are on either side of my hips. He uses his foot to spread my legs. There’s a soft thump that I can’t decipher, until there’s another sharp pain on my ass, but it isn’t his hand this time.
I hiss, then groan when I realize Cole is biting my ass. I scratch at the wall, letting my forehead fall forward as I breathe through the pain that has my cock throbbing.
I shouldn’t like this. But fuck, I really do. Just before the pain is too much, he pulls away and buries his face in my ass, spreading my cheeks and lapping at my hole. I buck forward but there’s nowhere to go with the wall right there. Cole uses that to his advantage, holding me against it. No one has ever had their mouth on that part of me before and it’s a strange but exciting feeling. I moan loudly. He eases a finger inside me, stroking my prostate that has me sounding like a rabid animal.
My dick hurts. It’s so hard it hurts, and I need to come so badly. I’m pretty sure I’m going to come like this, and I want to be embarrassed by that, but I’m so blinded by lust that I don’t care.
The pressure on my dick between the wall and him pushing me against it, the way he’s stroking my insides, and when he adds his tongue, licking around his finger, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“You know, Bryson. A really good boy would come for me right now.”
Oh fuck…
“A good boy would show me how much they love what I do to them and come all over the wall.”
I think I’m going to.
He keeps stroking inside me and uses his free hand to press on my lower back rhythmically, making me hump the wall, which is so fucking weird, but I don’t even care.
“Unless you’re not my good boy,” He taunts.
“I am,” I snap.
“Are you?”
“Yes!”
“Then prove it.”
He licks and kisses my ass cheek while stroking inside me and pressing me to the wall. When he sinks his teeth into me again, the orgasm rushes over me. I cry out, shouting his name as my dick pulses through my release.
“Oh yes, baby. There’s my good boy,” he rasps out.
My heart is like a jackhammer, and my vision is blurry. Cole gets to his feet and pulls me back, shoving me to my knees.
“Clean it up.” I furrow my brow and look up at him. He points to the wall. “I said clean—it—up.”
I turn back to the wall and see the mess I made. Cum drips down the wall. I stare at it. I don’t hate the idea of cleaning it up. But it’s a wall.
Cole crouches next to my ear, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and whispers, “Be a good boy. Clean it up. And I’ll let you suck my cock.”
His words have my dick hard again. So I do it. I lean forward and lick my cum from the wall. And honestly, something about it is so fucking hot. The satisfied sounds Cole makes as I do, maybe. Knowing that what I’m doing turns him on? It’s beyond satisfying. When I’m done, I look up at him and lick my lips. He grips my chin, holding my gaze, then whispers, “Such a good boy.”
I grin at him, and my chest fills with warmth. There’s an overwhelming need for him to hold me. To hear his words of praise. There’s an echo of another word, but I definitely can’t say it, so I ignore it. Because there is no way I feel that way about Cole. I can’t. It’s bad enough we’re doing this, I can’t make it serious by having actual feelings.
“Take out my cock.” He steps in front of me, and I undo his pants, freeing his dick eagerly, and he wastes no time slipping it between my lips. Cole steps closer, finding the back of my head and then he fucks my face to his liking. He uses my mouth, and it’s heaven. “So perfect. So good. So warm. Your mouth makes me feel so fucking good, Bryson.”
On and on he praises me for just being me. I’m not even doing anything. Just sitting here on my knees for him, allowing him to use my mouth as he wants.
Yet that’s enough for him.
Sexually, anyway.
Because I think that’s the problem.
Cole has no problem being with me sexually—it’s everything else. The outside. The real world. What people will say. Because no one could ever know about us. I know that. Have known that. Maybe that’s why he’s still talking to that woman.
But it isn’t fair. It isn’t fair and I don’t accept it.
He groans deeply, pulling me from my mood-crushing thoughts to focus on the way his pre-cum spills on my tongue. Moments later, he’s coming down my throat. Then he demands I go upstairs to his bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for him to get there.
So I do.