“Can you shut up?” He threw it all on the edge of his queen-size bed and sat down. First he held up the book, or more specifically, a manual. “I’ve been reading up.” Then he held up the dildo. “And practicing.” That tidbit brought with it a swell of jealousy directed at a fucking toy. His virgin ass was mine!
“You may as well have just admitted to cheating on me,” I muttered petulantly.
“Let me finish. I didn’t get far, knowing you’d feel that way.” He tossed it aside and replaced the bottle in his hands. “I may be mentally ready, and somewhat physically, but I’ve been waiting for you to truly educate me on how it’s done.”
Well, fuck me… or him. Finally.
“You don’t need to ask me twice, Cooper.” I shifted to a sitting position, taking the manual and tossing it to the ground. When I reached for the dildo, he tossed it before I could. “Exactly. You get me and only me. I’ve been waiting for this since the night we first kissed. I believe I deserve the rewards over a silicone cock.”
He wordlessly stood and stripped, making himself as naked as I’d been for the past hour. He then took his place on his back beside me and entwined his fingers behind his head. “I’m all yours.” Meeting his heated gaze was an easy chore. I could stare into his eyes all day—a kaleidoscope of grays, greens, and golds. When he was happy or excited, they turned even greener… like now. His straight nose, full lips, and sexy scruff were all physical attributes that had first attracted me. But now the man I’d grown to know was what had my dick harder than a fucking baseball bat.
Not wanting to waste any more time with foreplay, I positioned myself between his bent knees. I’d seen Cooper naked plenty of times. That damn tattoo below the ridge on his hips never failed to make me squirm—and the same could be said of that trail of dark hair that stretched from his belly button to his cock. The sight of him naked always caused my body to react in a way that was almost embarrassing. He knew it, and he used it to his advantage.
This time I was at the advantage. Having him stretched bare and ready before me now, knowing what we were about to do, was worth the wait. He watched me in awe as I skimmed my fingers over his short pubic hair before wrapping a fist around his shaft. And I smirked like the prick I was when his lips parted to accommodate the hitch in his altered breathing.
Shifting to bring my face to the apex of his thighs, I took my time properly prepping him with my mouth and fingers. I gently slid a finger inside, commencing long, slow strokes. His face twisted from the discomfort he felt, but I knew it would be short lived. Sure enough, it wasn’t surprising to see him beginning to get worked up into quite a state from my prep methods.
That was all purposeful on my part, bringing him to the edge. But fuck, I was no better. The tight warmth that surrounded my fingers spurred the need to fist my own cock in an attempt to hold its needs at bay. As I slightly curled inside him to skim over that magic spot, and a carnal groan rumbled through him, I knew he was ready.
My heart beat faster as I grabbed a pillow to position under his hips. If he was nervous, I wouldn’t know it because I had a hard enough of a time tamping down my own release. Never had I been so turned on by getting another man ready. It had always been a necessary step toward my bliss, but tonight it amplified it.
Getting the condom on my cock and lubing us up was pure torture. “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice strained for its own reasons.
“I’m ready.”
His words served as a waving green flag, and when I pressed the tip of my cock into him, I sucked in a breath as he held his. “Breathe, baby,” I encouraged, knowing the deeper I slid, the sharper his pain would be. Meanwhile, my euphoria swelled as much as the cock that his tight heat surrounded.
I knew that discomfort he felt would last only a few seconds before it morphed into something else… a fullness that engulfed, bringing with it pure pleasure. Determined to get him there, I continued to slip deeper until my pelvis met his ass.
“Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he breathed through the pain. “Don’t move. Just give me a second.”
I did as he asked, taking his dick in my hand to begin a slow, purposeful pump.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. I knew exactly what he was experiencing. I knew he was currently in that state between malaise and ecstasy. “Okay. I’m okay.” While squeezing his eyes shut, he begged, “Go, please. Move.”
On his command, I began a series of slow pelvic pistons and measured fist pumps. His thighs spreading farther apart had me asking, “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No” came out more as a moan than a word. Every sound he made meant the soreness was gone. And knowing that caused me to lie over him, my hand wedged between us, to kiss him deeply.
Determination crossed over his face, and he held my waist in an ironclad grip. I broke our kiss to find his eyes staring directly into my soul, making his first experience with me an absolutely perfect one. All the things that drove me crazy during a hot fuck culminated. But adding emotions to the mix, ones I could clearly see in his eyes, flooded my senses. Combined made the experience something other than fornicating. I was making love to Cooper. I was making love to a man for the first time in my life.
We both became manic just before his release spurted hot and sticky on his abs. My own orgasm hit hard, filling the condom in what felt like a never-ending discharge of all the lust I’d carried for him since the very start.
My skin felt tingly all over. My insides felt amazingly charged. My heart pounded from the energy we’d just exerted. My smile told my lover that he had just rocked my world.
But when Cooper palmed my jaw and leveled me with an honesty I’d never received from another man, in that moment my life forever changed.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cooper
Six months later
After Ricky arrived in Jersey unannounced, being unemployed gave me the time to properly show him my home state from edge to edge. We spent most of our days relaxing on different beaches or exploring national parks. At night we’d eat at my favorite restaurants, trek into Manhattan, or just chill at home. During that time, he also met my friends from the university. We double-dated with Sam and Lydia on many occasions and even spent quite a few days hanging at my parents’ house.
Having him in my apartment night and day, week after week, moved our already serious relationship into an entirely different territory. Strange as it may sound, my laid-back attitude served as a balm to his cockiness and arrogance. He could turn me on with a conversation as effectively as he could with a salacious move. We fit. We made sense. In Ricky Burrows, I had finally found my person.
And then one day we blinked, and November approached with its chillier temperatures. The day the thermometer measured no higher than forty degrees was the day he announced it was time to get out of Jersey. He suffered through a few more weeks until we celebrated Thanksgiving with my family… under the condition that we’d fly to Florida immediately after.
Rebecca came up with Marco and the kids, and Sam and Lydia were also with us, announcing they were pregnant, due the following May. My mom spent most of the day cooking and crying, ecstatic that her family was growing and her Cooper was happy.