“Mmm.” He leaned into my assault, his breathing altering enough to tell me he liked it. “You must be exhausted. Maybe we should get some sleep.”
Knowing he was busting my balls, I stared into his eyes and shook my head. “I have a better idea.” Impulsively, I stood and yanked on his arm until he followed. “It’s time to show you my room.”
Cooper had gotten the complete tour from my mother earlier, except for my wing. Mom had had it constructed my senior year as a graduation present. It extended off the side of the house, far away from the other bedrooms. Mom explained my loud music was what had forced her to move me across the house to the opposite corner. At the time, I suspected it had more to do with giving me all the privacy I needed as I figured things out. And while growing up, and even more so after I came home and transferred to the local college, it had been my haven.
But now, it would be where I needed to forget my past and remember my future.
Once I opened the door and flipped on the lights, Cooper’s attention scanned the massive room. It was big enough for a living area with a couch, large TV, and gaming system. The space looked just as it had when I was a teenager. Even from where we stood, he could see into the en suite bathroom enough to know it was in no way modest. But it was the king-size bed that he crossed the room to further inspect.
“You do know this isn’t normal for a teenager?” he asked without looking at me.
Shrugging, I said, “Mom spoiled me a bit growing up.”
He turned and folded his arms. “I’d say.”
“She never apologized for that. Those who loved her knew it had to do with being both mother and father to me. But as much as she denied me nothing, she also ruled with an iron fist when it came to learning respect and compassion and generosity. Every birthday gift I got was donated to the children’s hospital. Every Christmas morning was spent feeding those who didn’t have a place to go in our church basement.”
Cooper’s smug expression softened. “That’s one of my favorite things about you.” He closed the distance and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me softly. It took a mere second for me to deepen the kiss, taking over by cupping his face to manipulate my assault on his mouth.
It was Cooper who broke away first, staring at me in a strange way. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I responded while placing his hand over my hardening dick. Pressing it firmly enough for the effects to be felt beneath his palm, I kissed his neck and edged my lips toward his ear. “I know we haven’t taken things to the next level, but tonight I want to.” Expectedly, Cooper snapped his head up and away from my face. “It’s not what you think. I want you to take me.” I needed that. I needed him tonight more than ever.
“Here? With your mom in the house.”
“Yes. She’s not a snowflake, Cooper. She’s probably the coolest mom you’ll ever meet.”
“I already know that. But still… are you sure you want to do that here and not in your apartment?”
“Yes. I’m sure.” Staring deep into his hazel eyes, I voiced what I’d been wanting to for weeks. When a tightness altered his expression, I asked, “What?”
“Have you ever… been with a guy in here in that way?”
“No. Never.” Waiting for that to register, I held the back of his head, forcing his focus to link with mine. “I need you to fuck me in my room, Cooper.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cooper
That admission spiked my heart rate for two reasons. It wasn’t just lust that created the pounding behind my chest wall. It was also nerves. The next level… a carrot that he’d dangled for weeks he now suggested as casually as saying, “Let’s go for a drive.” Night after night, I’d listened as he claimed once we walked through that door there would be no turning back… but while also promising I wouldn’t want to.
Ricky had always been vocal regarding the physical pleasures that came from giving and receiving. Always mentally preparing me for both scenarios while also admitting that words couldn’t do that pleasure justice. What he never did touch on were the emotions that could come. And guessing from the emotions that had already grown within me by becoming intimate in every other way imaginable, I guessed tonight would transport me from falling in love with Ricky to hurtling over a cliff without a parachute.
Undeterred by my hesitancy, he resumed kissing my neck while slipping his hands beneath my T-shirt. Feeling the pads of his fingers skimming every ridge and bump of my abdomen, as his mouth sucked below my ear, threw any nervousness out the window.
Impatiently, I stepped away to grip the fabric on my back and pull it over my head. His blue eyes seared through mine when I toed off my loafers. They blazed when I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. As I pushed them to the ground to step out of them, he rushed to catch up to my state of undress.
Catapulting toward me, he gripped my ass to grind our dicks together. The cotton fabric of our briefs added to the delicious friction. Somehow, through our tangled limbs and connected mouths, I ended up in the center of his bed, naked as he rummaged through his overnight bag. Wordlessly, he pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom from his suitcase, tossing them on the bed beside me.
That spike in heart rate occurred once again And, combined with how worked up I was, made for short, shallow breaths.
Ricky noticed. “Just do as I say, okay?” My responding nod was his green light. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled his briefs off his legs. Seeing his hard cock visible beneath the black cotton fabric never failed to turn me on, but seeing it protruding from his body was a work of art… and something I had come to love.
Without any further delay, he aligned himself beside me to resume where we had left off. Except this time it wasn’t just his mouth on my neck but also his hand on my shaft. Slow, measured pumps forced my hand to search for him until he shook his head. “I’ll come if you so much as lay a pinkie on me.”
I allowed him to use me in the way that obviously fueled his fire. I admired his stamina, because mine wavered with each second he continued to torment me. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, reading my mind, he twisted us until he lay beneath me on his back. “Put on the condom,” he instructed with a rasp to his voice.
Obeying, I tore open the foil packet with my teeth, staring at him while rolling the latex on my throbbing erection.
“Good. Now kneel between my legs.” Just as he said that, he widened his knees to grant me access. Reaching for the bottle of lube, he flipped the cap. “Give me your hand.” When I offered it, he slowly drizzled the cool liquid over two of my fingers before rubbing his palm over them to completely coat each one. “Finger me, Cooper. Slow and steady. First one, and then add a second. But I want your mouth on mine when you do it.”
Holy fuck, I couldn’t be hornier if I tried. My cock throbbed with the need to be somewhere—his hand, his mouth, anywhere. But knowing I was about to be in him threatened the orgasm that remained poised on the edge of my willpower.
I followed directions to a tee, foraging his mouth with my tongue, his ass with my finger. It felt familiar, finger-fucking him as I was, yet totally different. This was Ricky. This was a man. And even after adding a second finger, him being impossibly tight made it hard to comprehend how my cock would fit without causing discomfort. But each slide of my digits inside him caused a carnal moan to escape, along with pleas to not stop.