Chapter 2 #2
Once I was no longer meeting much resistance, I added more lube and pushed in with two fingers.
I let him adjust to the intrusion and watched as his shoulders relaxed, the sensation switching from uncomfortable to pleasurable for him.
With my other hand, I rubbed up and down his muscled back, which flexed as he began to ride my fingers.
“Oh, oh, oh, f-f-fuck.” His words spilled out garbled when I crooked my fingers to find his sweet spot. “That’s… oh god. Wow.”
I couldn’t help but smile. There was just something about seeing a sub discover what lights them up that reminded me why I got into the scene in the first place.
“Can I… Please, can I touch myself?” he begged after I’d been pegging his prostate for a few minutes. I could tell how close he was, but I wanted to see if I could get him over the edge without touching his cock.
“No. You’re gonna come on my fingers, little fox. No touching. You can do it, you’re already close. Look how good you’ve been, taking what you need from me. Such a perfect, good boy.”
Cooper was so fucking sensitive, his whole body trembled in response to my words, and I couldn’t even blink because I’d die before I missed the moment he fell over the precipice and came apart on my hand.
“Tell me again,” he panted.
“You’re fucking perfect. So tight and warm around my fingers. I’m so fucking hard watching you ride Daddy’s fingers. My good boy. Gonna come for me now, aren’t you?”
Like the words were a release valve, his hole spasmed around my fingers as he shook through his release.
He was grunting and moaning, coming so hard the muscles in his back rippled with the tremors of his orgasm, and then he dropped his head between his shoulders and panted.
Sweat glistened on his perfect skin, and I knew I could watch this boy come apart over and over again hundreds of times and never tire of seeing the moment he let go and gave into the pleasure his body ached for.
“Stay right there,” I instructed before standing up behind him and stroking my cock roughly, already close just from working him over.
A part of me didn’t want to come because then it would be over and that would be it.
This was something that could never belong to me, something I almost couldn’t fight. This had to be the only time.
His hole winked like it was searching for my cock, and I pushed two fingers back inside him, making him gasp out in surprise. And that toppled me over the edge.
Cooper peered at me over his shoulder with those big, green doe eyes, his sweat-soaked hair plastered to his face and his lips parted on an “o,” and I painted his perfect skin with my cum.
An uninhibited noise spilled from my lips as my orgasm seemed to go on and on. Ropes of cum poured from my cock and left stripes of white over his peachy arse and back, the sight of which would be etched like a tattoo behind my eyelids forever, I had no doubt.
Before my legs totally gave out on me, I tucked my cock away and grabbed some tissues from the table nearby to wipe the cum off his back.
There wasn’t much I could do about the mess he’d made in his jock, though.
Once he was slightly less dishevelled, I shifted him so I could sit on the chair and pulled him onto my lap.
Despite his large size, he curled up and rested his head on my shoulder while I stroked gently up and down his thigh as he slowly came back down to earth.
When I glanced down at his face, though, his cheeks were wet with tears, and he began to shake in my arms. I tightened my grip around him. “Shhh. You’re okay. It’s okay,” I cooed. “Are you just dropping?”
He shook his head and sniffled. “I don’t th-th-think so.” He hiccupped. “I’ve never. It’s never… been like that. I’ve never had sex where it only felt good, and d-didn’t hurt, too.”
I had to take a deep breath because the urge to go and bash in the skulls of every nasty fucking alpha who’d hurt Cooper when that clearly wasn’t what he’d wanted was overwhelming.
“I’m sorry it was like that before. It shouldn’t have been. You never have to accept that from someone, okay?”
I lifted the hem of my T-shirt to wipe the snot from under his nose.
“Sorry, that’s gross.” He scrunched up his nose adorably.
“I’m good with a bit of snot crying. Wouldn’t be much of a Daddy Dom if I wasn’t.” I smiled at him, then almost regretted it because I could see the little spark of hope in his eyes, and when he settled back down again, I’d need to snuff it out.
“What happens now?” he whispered.
“Next, I would highly recommend you pop to the bathroom and take that cummy jock off so you can wash up, and then once you’re dressed, you’ll come back in here and we’ll talk.”
He nodded, clearly relieved that he still wasn’t being expected to make any decisions. There was a small ensuite where he took his clothes, and while he was getting washed up, I had some serious words with myself.
It had only been in the last year that I’d been able to come to the club and do scenes again, but I was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship.
I was too burned and jaded from what had happened with Max to even consider committing to a sub again.
I’d be nothing but a paranoid mess, and that was the last thing a boy like Cooper needed.
I was the last thing a boy like Cooper needed.
Groaning, I ran a hand down my face because what was right and what I wanted were not remotely aligned.
Someone else is going to snap that perfect boy up, and if they have any sense, they’ll never let him go, and I’ll have to live with watching it happen.
By the time Cooper came back out, he looked shy and uncertain, and I knew this conversation probably wouldn’t help.
Instead of settling back down with him on the small one-seater armchair again, I got up and moved to the leather sofa, patting the seat next to me.
He joined me, sitting awkwardly with his hands tucked under his thighs like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.
“How’re you feeling?”
Cooper chuckled. “I’m not totally sure, honestly. My brain feels a bit scrambled, and my brain was never that great in the first place.”
I frowned at that because Cooper seemed to talk down about himself a lot, and I didn’t like it at all.
“It’s normal to feel like that after your first scene. I’m gonna give you my number, and if you feel yourself dropping tonight, call me, okay?”
He nodded and passed me his phone to input my number.
“I enjoyed our scene, Cooper.”
Jesus, could I sound more stilted? Why don’t I just shake his hand while I’m at it.
“It… was a one-off, wasn’t it?” he asked with his eyes downcast.
“I think that’s probably for the best. You’re looking for more than a scene partner, I can tell. And I can’t give you that.” I felt my own eyes almost prick with tears at the idea of never doing this again with him, but I knew it was the right call. For both of us.
“Can’t, or won’t?”
It was fair of him to ask, but I didn’t have the answer.
“I’ll see you next weekend, Cooper. Chicken and waffles, right?” I said, ignoring his question.
“Yeah… okay.” He scratched at his arm without making any eye contact.
I sighed, there wasn’t anything I could do to make this better without selling him false hope, so I stood up to leave. Only, I couldn’t seem to quite make myself exit the room, so I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. “Bye, little fox,” I whispered before forcing myself to finally go.
With every step, my chest got tighter, and I couldn’t help but wonder if walking away from Cooper Bailey was going to be a moment I’d regret for the rest of my life.