Page 8 of The Boyfriend Goal

He wants another blowjob.

After all, Cole said he would enjoy fucking my filthy mouth whenever he wanted in exchange for keeping my secret.

We’ll just see about that.

I don't have to wait long for Cole to come back for more. The asshole barges into my room near midnight that night, which is unexpected since I locked my damn door. And seeing him in nothing but thin cotton pants is way too distracting.

“What the hell?” I ask as I scramble out of my bed in my shorts and tee to confront him. Hot or not, he needs to learn how to knock. “How did you even get in here? My door was locked.”

“I know. I unlocked it,” he says with a carefree shrug of his shoulders without further explanation.

“You're an asshole,” I say as I get in his face and shove his bare chest that unfortunately doesn't move.

Smirking down at me, he asks, “Why am I an asshole now?”

“Because you should knock before busting in on someone.”

“Why? What were you doing that I interrupted? If you were fingering yourself, then it’s not like I haven’t seen you do that plenty of times before, over and over again on my phone.”

“That’s not what I was doing,” I scoff. “But now I will have to fuck myself even more often because I’m horny and bored out of my fucking mind since you made Lowell and Matt both quit.”

He fake pouts at me. “How sad. I'm sure you'll find another dick to suck soon. Did you always have to get on your knees for them or did they sometimes return the favor?”

“You know what, I think it's time for you to get on your knees,” I tell him.

“My turn?” he asks, arching a blond eyebrow as if that's the last thing he expected me to say.

The prick came in here to demand another blowjob for his continued silence on the guards.

“How do you figure that?” he asks.

“Because now the tables have turned. I could tell my father that you made me blow you in the pantry as blackmail and show him the photo of your dick in my mouth.”

His grin spreads even wider. “But you won't because then you would have to admit how slutty you are to Daddy when you explain to him how I caught you and the guard. Then Daddy would know you're a whore. Or that the guards were whores he was basically paying to fuck your mouth. Then two men would die.”

“Three men,” I correct him. “You forgot about yourself. It could be worth all the blood on my hands just to see you strung up in the basement.”

I expect Cole to make some ridiculous comeback, or to back pedal, beg me to keep quiet out of fear.

Instead, he attacks me.

Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls me to him so his mouth can cover mine. My stupid tongue darts out to caress his for some unknown reason.

While our kiss grows more frantic, Cole yanks my tee over my head while walking me backward until the back of my legs hit the mattress. He pushes me down on the edge, then drops to his knees, tugging my panties and shorts down my thighs as he goes.

I wasn't sure if he would actually go down on me, but I'm happy to find out he will. Neither Matt nor Lowell ever did. Their excuses were that there wasn't enough time for them to give me oral. There was always time for me to suck them off, though.

Thoughts of them quickly disappear from my head when Cole's rough hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart so he can bury his face against my pussy. The tease runs his nose through my wet core before he finally lets his tongue follow the same path.

“Oh my god,” I moan as I sprawl on the mattress. On his next lick, I cry out. My back arches and I make an embarrassingly loud whimper when he stops.

Cole chuckles from between my thighs, no longer tonguing me, and I want to smack him in his stupidly handsome face. “You can't keep moaning like that or your sister will hear you through the walls.”

“I don't care.”

“I do. Muffle it or I'm walking out.”

Groaning, I lift my head and shove my fist between my teeth. Cole eyes the move and says, “God, I need to fuck that mouth of yours again.”