Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Patrick
Cooper Bailey was a problem that I needed to stay away from.
But I’d basically told him that I was interested despite him being an alpha, and that wasn’t very conducive to staying away from him.
Cooper sat there across the table from me, all big and bulky, with wide shoulders and thick thighs, and yet, everything about him screamed sub.
It was less common for alphas to be submissive, but I’d met a couple during my time in the kink scene.
They tended to be more what Markus liked, submissive but seeking something rougher from another alpha, masochistic in nature.
Even without seeing Cooper’s reaction to Markus, I would have known that wasn’t him.
Ever since I’d taken over the cafe from my dad after he’d died, Cooper had been a reliable weekend customer. He ordered the same thing every time, and he always had a sketchpad with him on which he was drawing some kind of comic.
With his wavy hair that was long enough I’d be able to get a good grip of it and big, round green eyes which begged for guidance, Cooper Bailey was my fucking kryptonite.
“You… you like alphas?” Cooper whispered to me like it was a secret.
“Sometimes,” I admitted. “My type revolves more around the kind of sub a person is than if they’re alpha or omega.”
“Am I allowed to ask what kind of subs you like?”
“Well, I’m a Daddy Dom. I’m not into blind obedience, but brats aren’t really my thing.
I like a sub who wants to hand over control and be taken care of.
In terms of bondage and impact, I’m not into anything heavy.
Spanking can be fun, although I don’t like to bruise or break the skin. But like I said, I’m only a scene Dom.”
“What does that mean, ‘Only a scene Dom’?”
“It means that outside these walls, I’m nobody’s Daddy and I don’t intend to be.”
I meant every word, and I’d said them plenty, so why did they suddenly taste like a lie?
Cooper nodded his head like he was processing everything I’d told him, so I took a sip from my bottle of water, giving him a moment.
Even just doing a scene with Cooper would be a mistake, but I couldn’t remember the last time excitement had buzzed under my skin like this. I hadn’t intended to do a scene with anyone tonight, yet Cooper was a temptation I couldn’t ignore.
“But… are you saying you’d be… um… interested? In a scene? With… me?” He stumbled over his words in a way that I found far too endearing.
“Yes. But it really depends on what type of scene you came here looking for?”
Cooper scrunched his nose up while he thought about the question. It was so cute I had to fight the urge to run my finger down the bridge of his nose to feel it for myself.
“I don’t really know. I think I just want to be told what to do, so I don’t have to think? I’d really love to get out of my head for once. I know I look like I should like people being rough with me, but I don’t.”
I stopped him there. “Cooper, nobody should be expected to like someone being rough with them. There’s nothing wrong with you for not wanting someone to hurt you when you’re vulnerable, especially during sex, understood?”
He nodded, and his eyes filled up.
Fuck. My. Life.
I’d tried not to inspect the feeling too closely because I’d always felt a little guilty about it, but seeing a sub cry, not in pain but in vulnerability, did something to me.
I wanted him to sob in my arms as I fucked him.
Wanted him so overwhelmed that the tears would stream down his cheeks, and I could taste them with my tongue.
I wanted in a way I hadn’t wanted in a very long time, and it scared me. Just not enough to walk away…
“Want to do a scene with me, little fox?” I asked.
Somehow, despite us being close in height, Cooper managed to peer up at me through his lashes. His pink tongue poked out between perfectly plush lips to wet them.
“Yes, please… Sir?”
I’m in so much trouble.
Once we’d discussed specific limits for the scene, I left Cooper to freshen up in the bathroom while I found Jess to ask for a room. She handed over the keys to Room 6, and when Cooper reappeared, I took his hand in mine and guided him to the door.
“Sorry, my hands are sweaty,” he said.
“It’s your first scene, Cooper. It’s normal to feel nervous.”
He smiled cautiously and kept his gaze down on the floor.
I closed the door behind us, and it was silent except for the gentle lo-fi beats that played in the background.
“Colour?” I asked.
Cooper looked up, surprised. “Green.”
“Good boy.” The words had their desired effect. Cooper’s eyes dilated, and his lips parted. He looked surprised by his own reaction, which made it even more satisfying. “Take your jeans off and fold them up. Place them on the bench by the door.”
Without hesitation, Cooper did as I asked, and watching him be so obedient made my cock ache for him.
I sat down on the armchair, still fully dressed, and waited.
Not wanting to give him a chance to worry about what he had to do next, as soon as he was done, I instructed him to come over and kneel between my legs.
He was wearing a bright-blue jock, which surprised me, but they framed his bubble butt in a way that had me fighting the urge to bite my fist.
Big green eyes gazed up at me from the ground, desperate for guidance that I was equally desperate to give. I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy hair, and he closed his eyes. The strands were soft, and I massaged my fingertips into his scalp until he moaned quietly.
“You’re just a little fox who likes pets, aren’t you?”
He smiled and nodded his head gently.
With my other hand, I stroked his cheek before running my thumb along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth reflexively, and I gave him my thumb to suck on. I couldn’t deny that I’d noticed how frequently Cooper sucked on his pens when he was in the cafe. It had been… distracting.
Cooper was fucking breathtaking kneeling at my feet, already dropping into subspace at a speed I’d rarely seen. I took my time, letting him suckle for long enough to fall deeper and deeper until his face was completely relaxed, his final inhibitions and worries fallen away.
He looked almost drunk when I pulled my thumb from between his lips, eyes glazed and lips wet. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. It was already rock hard, but I stroked it several times as he watched with hungry eyes.
“You want this, little fox?”
“Please,” he whined.
“Come closer and open your mouth.”
When he did as I asked, I rubbed the tip of my cock along his full pink lips, and the sight alone nearly did me in. “Stick your tongue out for me.”
I squeezed a few beads of precum from the tip onto his tongue, and he groaned at the taste.
“You like that?”
“Y-yes. Pl-please can I… suck you. Please?”
I was not going to survive this.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Holding the base of my cock with one hand and cupping his cheek with the other, I fed it to his waiting mouth. He closed his lips around the head and swirled his tongue in a way that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“What a perfect little fox.” I gasped when he took most of my length in, all the way to the back of his throat.
I held it there for a few seconds until his eyes watered and then let go.
Cooper set a determined pace as he continued sucking my cock, but I didn’t want to come in his sweet mouth, so I eventually pulled him off me.
I stood and tapped on the leather armchair I’d been sitting in. “Take your T-shirt off and kneel on here, facing the back.”
He stripped quickly, leaving him in nothing but that cute jockstrap, and obediently positioned himself. I stepped up behind him and pressed a hand on his lower back as I lifted his hips, forcing him to arch for me.
I’d mostly scened with omegas who were always smaller than me, usually with petite frames that were almost delicate looking, but there was something about someone of Cooper’s size relinquishing control that had my brain short-circuiting.
I ran my hands down the backs of his thick, muscled thighs, and he shivered.
“You have a beautiful body, little fox.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say that, I know I’m not—” He gasped when I smacked his bum cheek.
I ran my index finger along his crease before pulling his balls out of his jock and tugging on them gently.
Leaning over his back, I whispered in his ear, “Do not call me a liar, Cooper.”
“I’m sorry.” He audibly exhaled.
“Hold on tight to the back of the chair,” I instructed before kneeling behind him.
His sweet hole had a smattering of brown hair, much like his legs, and I pressed a kiss to his opening. My little fox whimpered, and I was already mourning the loss of another encounter, because this was the one and only time I’d let myself indulge in Cooper Bailey.
Using the flat of my tongue, I licked a stripe up and over his hole repeatedly until he was wet and beginning to soften. When I switched to spearing him with the tip, he moaned with abandon and pushed himself back into my face.
“Stay still, little fox,” I said, spanking him lightly on the cheek again.
He stilled, and I returned to my ministrations.
When his hole was soft enough that I could dip my tongue inside, I grabbed the sachet of lube I’d bought off Jess from my pocket.
Thankfully, I’d had enough brain function to remember that Cooper was not an omega, and therefore lube would definitely be required.
After coating my index finger in lube, I pressed it against his hole. He gently pushed back, inviting me into his body, and it didn’t take much for me to imagine my cock wrapped in this warmth instead.
I couldn’t fuck him, though. Because if I did, I knew one time would never be enough, and I needed to walk away from him after this scene was over.