52. Chapter Fifty-Two
I wake up to cool air caressing my skin. My eyes flutter open to see Cole moving down my body. Before I can fully register what’s happening, he’s sucking my morning wood into his mouth. I hiss, grinding my hips up. My eyes fall shut, my body still somewhat lost in sleep. It’s a different feeling, getting a blow job half awake.
His hands slide up and down my stomach, my sides, over my thighs as he sucks me off slowly and firmly. It’s a steady build to my orgasm, and when I come, he swallows it all, before kissing his way up to my mouth.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he rasps against my lips.
“Best birthday present ever.”
“Oh, that wasn’t your gift.”
My eyes snap open, and he’s grinning down at me. “I hope you didn’t get me anything, Cole. You do enough for me.”
His eyes are shining, and I know the answer to that question without him saying a word. By the look on his face, it’s going to be something that is way too much.
“I don’t agree.”
I shake my head, sighing.
He moves to my side, resting on his elbow and running his hand down my stomach, over my semi hard dick, and to my balls where he massages them gently. It isn’t overtly sexual, but just him touching me has me hard again. I spread my legs wider, loving the way he touches me.
“Always so ready for me,” he says, kissing my neck. He lifts onto his knees, getting the lube from the end table and taking my hand to pour some in. “Jerk me off.” He settles near my face and puts lube in his hand to stroke me.
I coat his dick and jerk him the way he likes. I thrust into his hand, smiling when his strokes falter now and then because he’s getting close. It makes me want to come again.
I still don’t know how he makes me come so much, but it’s pretty amazing. I lift up on my elbow and lick his balls, sucking them into my mouth. He groans, thrusting into my hand faster.
“Wanna come in your mouth,” he says.
Cole grips my hair with his free hand, moving my mouth over the tip of his cock just in time. He fills my mouth and moments later I’m coming in his hand. I can barely move considering I just woke up and came twice, but he gets us both into the shower. Fucking morning people. We wash up and then we’re going downstairs so he can make me breakfast.
He puts the plate of pancakes in front of me with a proud smile before asking, “Most orgasms you’ve had in a day?”
I huff out a laugh. “I was expecting a bon appétit.”
He laughs and grabs his own plate, then sits with me.
“When have I ever said that?”
“Never, but I’d have expected that over what you actually said.”
“What’s the answer?” he urges, nudging me with his elbow.
“Three.”
“That’s it?”
I cut into my pancakes. “Yep, that’s it.” I make sure to go heavy on the sass, as if three isn’t enough?
“Not even when you were younger? Didn’t have a marathon?”
I huff out a laugh. “No. Why would I do that?”
“A lot of teenage boys do. I caught Chris doing it more than once. I did it when I was younger. Hell, I’ve done it when I was older.”
My dick twitches happily at the thought of Cole lounging around his house, jerking off as much as he can.
“Sex has never been at the top of my priorities. What’s your most?”
“Eight.”
“Shut up.” My jaw drops. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not lying.” He shakes his head, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip.
“How does that even happen? I can’t believe you’ve made me come twice in a row, never mind three times in a day. More than that? No way.”
“Hold on,” he says carefully, bringing his eyes to me. “The three that’s your record was with me?”
“Uh, yeah? I thought it was obvious.”
He leans across the table, grabs my face, and kisses me harshly. “Just when I think you can’t get any better. You do.” He lets me go and sits in his seat, but the way he’s looking at me? I feel the flush crawling up my skin. “We’re going to hit a new record today.”
“No, we’re not,” I say.
“Oh, we are. And we’re off to a good start. You’ve already had two. When you’re done with breakfast, it’ll be three. Then I’ll give you a quick break.”
“We cannot spend the day having sex.”
“Why not?”
Good question. Why can’t we?
“I… don’t know.”
He laughs and goes back to his food. “We can and we will.”
“I don’t know if I should be grateful for the birthday present or not.”
He smirks. “Still not your birthday present.” I look around the kitchen, wondering what the hell he could have gotten me. “It isn’t in here.”
“Where is it then?”
“I’ll tell you after your fourth orgasm.”
My jaw drops again. But then I smile. “Then I guess I won’t have a fourth orgasm, and you can take the gift back. I don’t need anything.”
“I love that you think you can stop me.” He gives me an equally evil and sexy smile that has the breath leaving my lungs.
The day has barely begun, and I already know it’s going to be the best birthday ever.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cole! Oh, my god—”
My hips lift from the floor, my dick going deeper down his throat as he massages my prostate with two fingers. The orgasm blinds me, my whole body tensing. All I feel is pleasure, and the throbbing of my dick down his throat. He hums a satisfied sound as I come for the fifth time, and it isn’t even noon yet.
“You’re going to kill me,” I pant. My body is jelly, and I can’t move even though the floor is cold and uncomfortable.
Orgasm number three took place on the kitchen counter. The fourth one was on the couch. But then we somehow moved to the floor and there was number five.
“Death by orgasm is the way to go.” He kisses me quickly and gets to his feet.
“What about you?” I ask.
“This is your day. You wanna return the favor? Wait for my birthday.”
“That’s like… five months away.”
“Then you have plenty of time to practice.” He winks, and I don’t miss how he’s hard in his pants. I want to go after him and make him come too, but I seriously can’t move. I may actually panic because what if he paralyzed me? Is that possible? A moment later, he’s tossing my sweat pants at me. “Get dressed so you can get your actual gift.”
I was supposed to get it after orgasm number four, but five came on so suddenly there wasn’t any time.
“Why do I need to be dressed?” I ask.
He smirks down at me, shoving his hands into his joggers. “Just put them on and get up.”
I wiggle into them while on the floor because I’m convinced if I try to do it while standing, I’ll fall over. Once I’m up on my feet, Cole takes my hand. I narrow my eyes at him. What the hell is he up to?
“Close your eyes.” When I do, he tugs me after him. My knees shake with each step. The front door opens, there’s warm air on my skin. He pulls me onto the front porch—the cement is rough and cool under my feet. I am so confused about what is going on, but I don’t open my eyes. He pulls me all the way down the steps, making sure I don’t fall. We move across the lawn, and I stop in what I assume is the driveway. He moves behind me, keeps his hands on my hips, then leans forward and whispers, “Open them, baby.”
I open my eyes. And blink. Then I blink again.
I absolutely cannot believe what I am looking at. I can’t breathe. I’m dizzy. I’m going to throw up.
“No,” I say, stepping back.
“Yes.” I hear the smile in his voice. I shake my head, turning toward him. He reaches for me, but I push his hands away. “Everything is already in your name. Registration, insurance. It’s all set for you.”
“No, Cole. It’s too much.”
He’s still smiling, ignoring me.
“Baby—”
“No way.” I whirl around, tugging at my hair as I take it in. “You did not buy me a car!”
He steps beside me, grinning. “I did buy you a car.”
“No.”
“Yes, Bryson,” he says more seriously.
“Cole, no.” I turn to him, putting my hands on his shoulders and meeting his eyes. He looks so damn proud of himself. “This really is too much. I know I say that a lot, because it always feels like that, but this? This?!” I sneak a glance at the car before bringing my eyes back to Cole. “It actually is too much.”
He slides his hand around my waist while the other cups my cheek. He leans in and kisses me. Right here. In his driveway. In front of the house. Where anyone could see.
“Relax, baby. Breathe. It’s not a big deal,” he says when he pulls away, his forehead resting against mine.
Emotion clogs my throat. Tears sting my eyes.
My father hasn’t called me, and I know he won’t, and here Cole is buying me a car.
“It is,” I choke out.
“I already told you I like taking care of you. I want to. I’d do more if you let me.”
“I can’t accept this.”
“You can and you will. I can’t just return a car.” He gestures toward it, straightening up.
I lift my head to look at him, narrowing my eyes. I don’t know if that’s true or not. Not a clue how that works. Breaking his stare, I turn my attention to the car. The brand new Camaro. I know they aren’t cheap because they’ve been my favorite car forever. My stomach gets heavy, and I close my eyes, turning into Cole.
“No. No, I can’t.”
“Bryson,” he says more firmly, planting his hands on my shoulders and getting eye level with me. “Look at me.” I bite my lip but force my eyes open, knowing if I don’t, he’ll somehow make me. I find nothing but pure joy in his eyes. “Doing this makes me happy. I like taking care of you. I enjoy buying you things. Do not refuse this gift. Please.”
I take a few breaths, fighting off the panic that’s swirling in my chest. When I feel like I’m not going to pass out, I sneak another glance at the car.
It’s beautiful.
Too much, but beautiful.
I can’t believe this.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Cole pulls me into a hug. “There’s my good boy.”