“Back on your knees, Cooper… please,” he said breathlessly. The moment my body resumed that position, he raised his knees and gripped his cock. “I’m ready.” His eyes slid shut before I even touched him, but when my crown pressed against the puckered entrance, breaching his body and slipping beyond the resistant ring of muscle, lines on his face pinched tightly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Go ahead… slow and steady.”
Holding his calves, I pushed a fraction in, and the sensation caused the breath to leave my lungs. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah. I know. More.” Ricky’s hand slid up and down his dick as mine gained access into his body one slow inch at a time. It felt like hours before I was balls deep, and once there, he groaned. “Fuck. Stop. Right there. Don’t move.” Assuming I’d hit his prostate, I patiently waited, forgetting my own fucking name as I tried to calm myself down.
It was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life. Sweat beaded on my forehead and back. Restraining from pumping took as much energy as scaling a mountain. Every cell in my body went into lockdown to remain still, and with every tremble, I was failing.
Finally, he nodded. “Fuck me, Coo—” My hips rocked before I heard the “per.”
The tight warmth surrounding me was indescribable, but through my erotic haze, I knew he was right. There was no turning back. I wanted this to last forever. I also knew, based on the pure ecstasy etched on his face and in every muscle of his body, I couldn’t wait to experience what it was he felt at that moment.
“I’m close,” he rasped while continuing to jerk himself with each of my thrusts. His ankles pressed against my hips, and his free hand grabbed my forearm during a long moan. Seeing the jets of his come spurting onto his corded stomach combined with what felt like a clamping around my cock was what had me spilling my own release right behind his.
“Fuck. Fuck!” he shouted too loudly while spasming beneath me.
“Shut it,” I gritted between clenched teeth. “You’re too loud.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he argued. “Shit. It’s still going.”
I knew the feeling, and it felt like a year before my body finally calmed itself down. “Holy shit,” I said, collapsing over his limp body with my face falling in the crook of his neck. “That was the best fuck I’d ever had.”
He twisted his fingers in my hair, turning my head until we came eye to eye. “I told you so.”
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Ricky was different. He seemed more subdued and less confrontational. What we’d done wasn’t a common sexual act for him… Ricky topped, and that made me fall even harder. I welcomed the change in him because in my gut I knew he probably grappled with his feelings toward me. I knew he cared deeply and maybe even had fallen for me as well.
It was a conversation needing to be had, and once we got back to Florida, I’d attempt to broach the subject. For now, I thoroughly enjoyed this new phase of our relationship.
During the days we toured his town, hitting the schools he attended or the places he and his friends played sports. One night, John ended up joining us for dinner at that restaurant Ricky loved. Ricky admitted he had purposely arranged for us all to meet at a public place to be sure he behaved himself.
The meal was surprisingly pleasant, and, getting to know John, it was easy to see why Cindy was head over heels. The man was down to earth and simplistic in his needs. Clearly, he loved her as much if not more, and I had a feeling the next news Ricky got would be of the wedding variety.
John did gain some points with his girlfriend’s son when he said living in Florida during the winter was something he’d always wanted to do. It’d never been an urgent desire before meeting Cindy, but spending the worst months of the year in warmth and not in frigid temperatures sounded great to his sixty-year-old body.
Our nights were spent relaxing with his mom until she retired for the night. Once tucked away in her room, Ricky and I beelined for his, where we fucked in his bed. Correction, I fucked him, because he made it clear now wasn’t the time for my cherry to be popped. I had to agree. It was hard enough to channel the newfound emotions and euphoria that being inside him created. I couldn’t imagine what being on the other end would do to me.
Overall, it was a great time, and I was so glad I’d joined him on this trip.
Mindy’s holding back tears most of the morning culminated in her unleashing as we rolled our suitcases out the door. While Ricky took mine from my hand to put in the trunk, she pulled me into a hard hug, swaying our bodies back and forth as she said her goodbye. “Please take care of my boy.”
I nodded with a smile. “I will. Thank you for having me. It was a great pleasure getting to know you.”
“More for me. But this is just a ‘see ya later,’” she said determinedly, swiping away her tears. “I’ll miss you guys, and I must visit with your sister. We haven’t seen each other in too long, and I need to meet those gorgeous kids she and Marco made. So… John and I will see you all very soon.”
“I look forward to it.” After one last kiss and hug, I switched places with Ricky, getting into the car so they had some privacy.
Giving him a similar hug, she cupped his face while speaking, earning an eye roll, a nod, a shake of his head, and finally a belly laugh. It was a privilege to see their relationship up close. They’d been through a lot together, and their bond was ironclad.
Finally extracting her grip from his body, he kissed her one last time before trotting down the stairs and toward me. “Call me when you land.”
“Yes, Mother.” He waved a hand over his head without looking back before getting into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t until we hit the highway almost ten minutes later that he spoke. “Did you have a good time?”
“You can’t tell I did?”
His gaze cut my way with a smirk. “I could tell you did in my bed. I’m hoping the rest of the trip rocked your world as well.”
“You’re assuming that you did rock my world,” I countered.
That cocky smirk morphed into a grin. “Oh, I know I did… again and again.” He placed a hand on my upper thigh, bringing his fingertips to nestle between my legs. As he squeezed, his pinky pressed against the denim covering my cock. “Maybe we’ll join the mile-high club together. Then I could rock your skies as well.”
I took his hand and moved it to where it wasn’t merely teasing me but instead provoking me. “You assume I can wait until then by taunting me now?”
“Well, we don’t have time to go back home claiming I forgot something. Although…” He tightened his grip on my crotch just enough and added, “It would be fun sucking your cock in this convertible. Or better yet, trying to get our six-foot frames into a reverse cow… boy situation.”
The visual was quick and deadly, like a cobra striking. “You’re a dick,” I said, removing his hand from my hard-on before replacing it with my own. Through a sideways glance, I saw my discomfort seemed to amuse him. “What?” I barked. The motherfucker always pulled shit like this on me when I had no hope of relief for hours. I suspected it was a control thing with him.