Chapter 6 #2
Cooper’s black T-shirt fitted him like a second skin, and it rode up his stomach, exposing a sliver of skin. My mouth fucking watered. I wanted to peel him out of it and lick all the salty sweat off his stomach.
“Unstick your tongue,” Jack said, arching his eyebrow at me.
“What are you talking about?” I attempted to feign innocence.
“You. Eyeballing my protege.”
“Whatever. Choose an ugly protege next time.”
Jack gave me the middle finger before going up to the bar to get the next round, and I got to eyeball Cooper finishing his song in peace.
When he was done, I couldn’t help but send him a text. He dipped out of the room, presumably to listen and reply.
You have a pretty voice, little fox. I wonder how raspy it would be if I fucked your throat first?
It changed to read and then a long two minutes passed and…
Cooper
I’m on my knees in the bathroom, Sir.
I bit my fist.
“I just need to take a quick work call, be right back,” I said to Jack when he returned with our drinks.
As a Dom, I’d always prided myself on a certain level of self-control, but that seemed to fly straight out the window where Cooper was concerned. The bathroom was empty, but I spotted the stall at the end with the door closed.
I tapped it gently before opening it, and there was my little fox, kneeling on the floor with his eyes cast down.
Fuck me, he was a sight.
“Are you drunk?” I checked.
“No, Sir, I only had one drink,” he replied.
“Look at me.”
He did. Big green irises nearly eclipsed by his pupils dilated with desire.
“Please, Da— I mean, Sir?” His intonation changed it to a question.
Boundaries, Patrick. Don’t do it.
I did it.
“You can call me Daddy, little fox.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Please fuck my throat. I want it.”
Cooper opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out flat, staring up at me.
I pushed two fingers into his mouth which he sucked on greedily.
“This needs to be quick, my friend is waiting for me, and you won’t get to come, okay?” I said.
He didn’t try to reply since his mouth was filled with my fingers, but he nodded enthusiastically.
Doubting we had much time until someone would inevitably need to use the urinals, I pulled my cock out of my jeans, relieved I’d had a shower before coming out.
“Open wide,” I whispered before replacing my fingers with my cock.
Cooper did as I asked, and I slid as far into his mouth as I could go until his throat offered resistance. “Pinch me once if you need me to slow, pinch me twice if you need me to stop, okay?”
He gave me a thumbs up, which was slightly comical with my cock shoved into his mouth.
I set a brisk pace, fucking into his mouth while kind of wishing it was his tight little arse instead.
His eyes watered profusely, and I collected a tear onto my thumb before licking it off.
“Fucking beautiful, aren’t you? On your knees for Daddy and taking his cock like a champ.”
Cooper closed his eyes and groaned like I’d stroked his cock rather than praised him.
After a couple of minutes, Cooper pinched me twice on the leg, and I pulled out for a moment so he could catch his breath.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Sorry, Daddy. Just—”
“—needed to breathe?”
He smiled sheepishly, like it was some fatal flaw of his rather than the nature of being a living person.
“I’m good. Keep going, please.”
I was relieved to know that he’d stop me if he needed to.
That was always my fear with subs I hadn’t played with much.
Some of them could be so eager to please that they’d push through their own discomfort and let you take more than they wanted to give, and it put me on edge.
Now, I could go for it and know he wouldn’t let it go further than he could handle.
This time, when he wrapped his soft, plush lips around me, I started slowly and built up. His mouth was filled with saliva, making the glide smooth, and I got close quickly.
“Gonna let Daddy come in your mouth, little fox?”
Cooper just moaned around me in response, and the vibrations had me ready to blow in seconds.
I kept a tight grip on his head as I fucked into him rapidly until my balls felt like they were going to explode, and I came so hard my knees almost buckled.
In the worst timing in the world, right as Cooper was swallowing my load, someone walked into the bathroom and used the urinal.
Cooper’s eyes went comically wide, and I held a finger over my lips, reminding him to be quiet.
My cock softened and slipped from his lips, and I tucked myself away as quietly as possible while Cooper remained on his knees, some of my cum still on his tongue.
He looked fucking wrecked, and I wanted him to look like that every single day.
The guy in the bathroom left and Cooper coughed a laugh and asked, “What’s your favourite song?”
I wasn’t even sure if I knew what my favourite song was, but I said the first to come into my head. “‘Best of you.’ By Foo Fighters.”
And Cooper sang the opening lines softly, voice just as raspy as I’d imagined. The lyrics burned a hole in me, seared the brand of Cooper Bailey into my skin.
Cooper might be the one who’d just had his throat fucked, but it was safe to say that I was the one who was completely screwed.
“Hello? Mum? You home?” I shouted as I walked through the obnoxious yellow door of my parents’ house. Well, I guess my mum’s house now.
“Yes, love. I’ll be down in a sec,” her voice carried from upstairs.
I headed into the kitchen at the back of the house and unpacked a bag of meals I’d prepped, sticking most of them in the freezer and a couple in the fridge.
It wasn’t that my mum was incapable of cooking, but it had always been my dad’s role, and after he passed, it had kind of become my means of trying to be there for her in my own emotionally constipated way.
“How did I get so lucky?” she said, stepping into the kitchen and wrapping her arms around my middle.
“I’d rather not think about that, Mum.”
“Oi, cheeky!” She had to stand on her tiptoes to smack me upside the head. I let her.
“Do you remember the Bailey boys?” she asked seemingly out of nowhere.
I coughed as images of one particular Bailey boy on his knees in a bathroom stall sprang to mind.
“Um, vaguely. Why?” I lied.
“I’ve recruited Dylan Bailey. Well, I’ve convinced him to start his teacher training and do his practical hours at Foxwood Primary.
The school is in desperate need of some new ideas and youth among the staff.
” Mum sounded thrilled. She’d always cared a great deal about her work, but since Dad had died, it had become a more consuming focus.
“Oh. That’s good news. He seems… lively.”
Mum laughed. “That’s one word for him. Anyway, I’ve invited him and his partner, Axel, over for dinner next Friday, and I was wondering if I could twist your arm and hire you as our chef for the evening?”
“Hire? What’s the payment?” I asked with my eyebrow arched dubiously.
“Obviously, the payment is the love and affection only a mother can give, Patrick.”
I snorted at that.
“Fine. I’ll cook, but I’m not staying.”
“We’ll see,” she said, reaching up to pat me on the cheek condescendingly.
Apparently, I was cooking and having dinner with Cooper’s little brother and his boyfriend, oh, and my mother.
Over the next week, Cooper and I texted quite a lot.
It began with messages from him asking to come, which really showed his age, because sometimes there were multiple in a day.
But all it made me want to do was tie him to a bed and make him orgasm until he cried and couldn’t handle anymore.
I was trying to put some distance between us, though, so I told myself that if it was over the phone, it was fine, but if it was in person, we’d end up in muddy waters.
Only, sometimes we texted, and it wasn’t about sex.
Sometimes Cooper would message just to let me know that he’d really enjoyed the audiobook I’d recommended and ask if I knew of any similar ones for him to try.
He liked sending me memes he found funny and the occasional selfie, which I now had a folder for.
He was so fucking earnest, it killed me. Late at night when my defences were down, I’d scroll through our conversations, sometimes replaying his voice notes, often flicking through the photos he’d sent, and I’d picture what it would be like for us to really be together.
Because Cooper wasn’t just the type of sub I loved to dote on. He wasn’t merely the perfect balance of strong and soft. It wasn’t even the fact he was fucking stunning to look at. The problem was that I liked him. All of him.
And don’t get me wrong, my brain painted a pretty picture late at night.
I could vividly imagine curling myself around Cooper in bed, taking him out and showing him off, spending our evenings by the fire in my cottage as he warmed my cock in his mouth and found the peace we both sought from kink in one another.
But then my heart would remember.
Would remember that it all starts off that way.
Then you fall in love. Fall too hard and too fast, and your lives get so entwined you aren’t sure which is yours and which is his.
And then you remember walking in on the guy you’d handed your heart to on a platter, getting fucked by two men in a nearly public place, and the stab of pain in your gut reminds you why it wasn’t worth it.
Why it was better to stay alone and keep your heart in your own damn chest where it was safe.
My hands stung a little, making me regret my decision to walk from the supermarket to my mum’s house as the bag handles turned my fingers corpse-white.
Mum was panic-cleaning an already clean house when I got there, so I took everything into the kitchen to get started.
She wittered on about people from work I vaguely remembered, asked me for any gossip from the cafe, which I had none of, and then she skipped straight to telling me all about how the Hammond’s eldest omega son had recently got divorced but was “still very handsome.” I rolled my eyes.