Everything around us disappeared as I waited for him to follow through. The surf no longer could be heard. The air suddenly seemed stagnant and stifling. But my body was at odds with the stillness around me, my heartbeat galloping, my pulse pounding in my cock, and my balls feeling heavy between my legs.
During it all, he remained silent and palmed my face, waited a breath, and then crushed his lips to mine in a bruising, punishing kiss.
Chapter Fourteen
Ricky
What I had planned to be a chaste kiss to prove a point became my own life-altering event.
The sexual tension that had been pulsing within me since we left the restaurant, and his complete submission while I navigated this kiss, seemed to create an aphrodisiac of epic proportions.
I couldn’t get enough of him. Each time I planned to break away, his chasing my lips or his moan or his grip on my wrists tightening propelled me to keep going. But when he pushed his hardened cock into mine, I jolted back as though a lightning bolt had struck.
After a few slow blinks, he stared at me in confusion. “What… why did you stop?”
“Because I’m seconds away from stripping you naked and fucking you.” My candidness surprised both of us, but Cooper recovered quicker when a satisfied smirk spread over those goddamn lips… lips still glistening from my assault. “Wipe the grin off your face, Cooper. It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” he retorted with a shrug.
“Oh, really?” Deciding to put him in his place, I closed the distance again and grabbed his ass, forcing his cock back to press against mine. “You’re ready for me to bend you over this railing, slide my angry cock into your ass, and fuck you until I come like a geyser?” The smirk vanished from his face. “Is that a yes?” I prompted.
Except for his audible, ragged breath, he remained silent. But in those hazel eyes, even in the dim evening light, his vulnerableness was unmistakable.
Stepping away once again, I dragged a hand through my hair with a sigh. “Look,” I went on to say in a much softer tone. “It’s obvious that our bodies reacting the way they do means we share a fiery connection. But that also means shit. You want me to be your teacher, then your first lesson is to slow things down. Nothing good will come from me losing control or you feeling violated.”
“Okay,” he said, snapping out of the daze he’d been in. Snatching his beer off the table, he took a long swig before resting his elbows on the railing. “Now what?”
Mimicking his stance, I shrugged. “I have no clue.” I didn’t.
The tension coursing between us was practically visible in the muggy night air. This was crazy. Nothing good could come from “spending time” with a man who, for all intents and purposes, considered himself straight. He was right; neither of us could know what would happen, but the odds were in his favor. His personal journey toward revealing himself would make any outcome a favorable one. I, on the other hand, could reverse all the progress I’d made over the years regarding insecurities from being hurt.
Then again, we each could be the missing piece we’d been searching for. I felt like a hypocrite. My entire adult life I believed in fate, believed wholeheartedly that finding one’s person was as simple as the universe putting them in your path.
When it came to meeting Rebecca as I had, looking back, I didn’t have a doubt in my mind our fates had collided that day. But to believe that, then I had to believe that every failed relationship in my past was the universe handing me an opportunity, only to fuck it up.
This situation between Cooper and I could be just that. A collision of fates, but how we emerged at the end would set us on our real path toward happiness. To get there, did I have to allow Cooper to use me? That was a hefty price to pay, but wouldn’t it be worth it if happiness was found?
When I pivoted toward him, he did the same. “I think we both proved a point tonight, and I think we both need to take some time to digest what we uncovered.”
“I agree.”
“This time you want to spend together, it might be a good idea to keep it platonic.”
“Fair enough.” A subtle shield lowered over his demeanor, and his posture stiffened. “I’ll talk to you soon, then?”
“I didn’t mean that you needed to leave at this moment. We can just relax, talk, get to know one another.” I couldn’t believe I was considering what he wanted.
“We can… but I think I should go, though.” He again placed his now-empty bottle on the table. “I stand by my request to be honest… brutally honest.”
“I can do that.”
“Good. So I’ll start.” Instead of heading toward my apartment door to leave, he came closer. “That first kiss was most definitely not a fluke, Ricky.” With that, he pressed his firm lips against mine just long enough to stir my libido, with just enough suction to reignite the white-hot flame licking around my cock. The touch of his lips spurred the desire to do all sorts of vulgar things to him, and thankfully he pulled away. A few seconds longer and I couldn’t be sure I’d be able to stop. He ensured I wouldn’t be tested that way when he said, “Night, Ricky.” Turning, he left me with the effects lingering on every part of my body.
Forcing myself to stay on that balcony to calm down turned out to be fruitless. Because by the time I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed, it felt as though my cock could pound nails. I needed to take care of things or risk a sleepless night while trying not to detonate from the pressure building.
I pulled my cock out of my boxers. Never had it felt so hot to the touch as I began stroking it with slow, consistent drags. Closing my eyes, I saw his face behind my lids. As I continued to stroke, every moment of our kiss replayed itself. But while in my vivid thoughts, I changed course to pull away and undo the buttons on his shirt one by one.
Clear as day in my mind, Cooper took the lead and shrugged the fabric off his muscled shoulders. And then a heady glare bore into me as he unbuckled my belt. Frustrated by my own fantasy, I pushed the imagery along to where he dropped to his knees and looked up at me.
I hadn’t even willed his mouth on me yet, and I was dangerously close to coming already. But I held off my release, slowing my strokes until the next vivid image caught up to what my cock wanted.
Sure enough, when fantasy Cooper leaned closer, first hitting my throbbing cock with his breath before taking me into his mouth, a guttural grunt I couldn’t suppress echoed around my empty room. It was my show, and in it, I held Cooper’s head while fucking his mouth. My hand playing understudy tightened around my shaft the way I assumed his lips would. I should’ve stopped. I didn’t want to assume what his wet, warm mouth creating an airtight seal over my cock would feel like. I wanted to know what it would feel like.
I knew this was all sorts of wrong as the push and pull happening with my subconscious continued. I could easily call Christian, and he’d be here to slip into Cooper’s role without question. But as my fantasy continued to play out, flipping through one detailed fantasy after another of Cooper sucking my cock like a pro, a freight train wouldn’t be able to stop me at that point.
“I’m gonna come,” I said to no one. Every tug represented an imaginary suck, and when I further willed Cooper to take me in deeper until I hit the back of his throat, I cried out his name at the same time as my cock released itself, almost painfully.