Chapter 2 #3
“An artist friend created it for me. It’s a combination of the national emblem of Italy and the Philippine eagle. My birth mother was from the Philippines, my birth father from Italy.”
“Birth mother?”
“I’m adopted. All of my siblings were adopted by our parents.”
“Oh wow. Have you ever met your birth parents?”
“Nope. No desire to, either. I know and embrace my heritage, yeah, but I also know who my parents are, and they’re the people who raised me.” Dom touched the daisy tattoo on Coop’s chest. “How about this? Special meaning?”
Coop’s smile dimmed. “Someone I loved who died too young.”
“Sorry.”
“It was years ago.” He surprised Dom by swinging his leg over and straddling his lap.
A hard cock ground into his. Dom tugged Coop into another kiss, his body aware and sparking everywhere they touched—mouths, hands, legs, groins.
So good. Dom shoved both hands into Coop’s shorts, past the elastic of his briefs, to clasp warm skin.
Coop gasped into his mouth. Dom squeezed and kneaded, urging Coop to rock into him.
Coop pulled off to lick and nibble his neck.
“Shit,” Dom said when Coop found a sensitive spot. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”
Coop straightened, his green eyes intense in the near-dark. “Tell me you brought stuff.”
“I brought stuff.”
Coop climbed off him. Dom missed the contact until Coop shimmied out of his board shorts and briefs, showing off a very pretty uncut cock that begged to be sucked immediately.
He leaned over and took Coop’s dick in his mouth, savoring the musky taste that exploded on his tongue.
Coop was big enough for him to feel it, but not so big he couldn’t work him all the way in.
The head bumped the back of Dom’s throat.
Coop made a hissing sound and grabbed Dom’s hair.
Dom started to protest but Coop didn’t pull or tug. He just held on so that was okay. Dom pulled Coop’s foreskin toward the head so he could nibble on the edges the way he liked done to him.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Coop said.
He glanced up. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. Harder.”
Dom happily obliged, licking Coop’s cock and playing with his foreskin until Coop was a shivering, gasping mess.
He slicked one finger with spit and rubbed it against Coop’s hole just to watch Coop’s eyes go wide.
He massaged the tight muscle, revving Coop up for the main event—which couldn’t wait much longer.
Dom’s cock was painfully hard, still confined, and he needed to get inside Coop before he came in his jeans.
He reluctantly released Coop’s cock and sat up so he could get off his own pants and boxer briefs. Coop reached for his dick, but Dom knocked his hand away. “Want to fuck you. That okay?”
“Yeah.” Coop glanced around the car, a little dazed. “How?”
“Kneel on the seat. Face the back window.”
Dom had a few inches on Coop, but not enough to make this position too awkward.
Coop turned around, giving Dom a fantastic view.
Nature had awarded him a perfect bubble butt.
Dom gloved up fast, because hot damn, he needed to get inside that ass.
He slicked his cock then two fingers. Pressed those fingers between Coop’s cheeks, down to his hole.
Coop gasped then chuckled. “Chilly.”
“Not for long. Open up for me, babe.”
The sound Coop made when his finger breached those tight muscles sent lightning down Dom’s spine. Coop pressed his forehead against his arm, panting hard while Dom continued to play with a single finger, working it in deeper. Trying to find—there.
“Fuck!” Coop bounced his head off the top of the car. “Ow, shit, oh my God.”
Dom kissed the top of his spine but didn’t relent, massaging that sweet spot while Coop thrashed and moaned. He relaxed enough for Dom to work in a second finger. Fucking tight, and Coop was going to feel so good around his cock in a minute.
“Ready?” Dom asked.
“Fuck yes. Fuck me.”
He notched his cock to Coop’s entrance, his belly rippling with anticipation.
Coop clutched the headrest, his back glistening with perspiration.
Dom didn’t have a huge dick. Bigger than two fingers, sure, but Coop’s resistance surprised him.
He worked his way in a little at a time, until the head finally popped into a tight heat so perfect he knew he wouldn’t last long.
Coop shoved back so hard and unexpectedly that Dom nearly fell backward. He grabbed Coop’s hips to steady himself, which only drove him deeper.
“Fuck!” Coop’s entire body shuddered.
Dom held him still, sparklers lighting behind his eyes. Hot damn but Coop felt amazing around him. “Jesus Christ. Eager much?”
“Sorry.” Coop sounded anything but contrite, even muffled behind his arm. “Fuck me, Dom, please.”
“Happy to.”
Dom fucked him with long, slow strokes, savoring the intense heat and tightness that surrounded him on every push inside. The delectable slide back that pulled his foreskin just a little bit forward. He kept that pace until Coop relaxed more. Until Coop was fucking against him, urging him.
Coop reached back and grabbed his hip. Dom draped his chest over Coop’s back, splayed one hand over his belly, and really went to town, snapping his hips hard enough to earn soft grunts and gasps from Coop.
Skin slapped against skin. Sweat slicked the way everywhere they touched.
The car filled with the heady scents of sex, and Dom lost himself to it.
His orgasm snuck up on him, tightening his balls and simmering in his belly. He grabbed Coop’s cock. His hips stuttered when he found a half-hard dick, instead of a fully erect one. Dom slowed his strokes so he could get Coop back in the game, kissing along his spine and working his dick.
“You don’t have to,” Coop said. His voice was hoarse and strained.
“Yeah, I do.” Dom had no idea why it was so important to him that Coop get off first. As much as he wanted to come in Coop’s ass, he wanted to see Coop fall apart more. He eased out, then gave Coop’s left cheek a swat. “Sit down against the door and spread ’em.”
Coop did was he was told, which Dom liked more than he probably should have.
Dom didn’t miss the brief flinch Coop gave the moment his ass hit the cracked leather.
He knelt between Coop’s legs and took him back into his mouth.
His nose and taste buds were filled with Coop, the earthy scent and flavor branding itself to him.
He licked and sucked and nibbled Coop back to a full erection, then went to work on Coop’s balls.
Coop hollered something when he managed to get both in his mouth at once.
Dom loved this—getting a guy to fall apart, all because he was playing the right notes on his body.
Urging beautiful music in every cry and gasp and pant.
He rubbed Coop’s taint as he sucked his cock back in, hard suction meant to take him over the edge.
Coop’s hands gripped his shoulders, hips pushing up, trying to fuck into Dom’s mouth.
He nudged his finger farther back. Coop raised up without direction, and Dom pushed his index finger inside. He found that spot, and Coop keened.
“Dom, fuck!”
Dom didn’t relent until Coop was shooting down his throat.
He lost a lot of the taste, but that was okay because Coop was fucking gorgeous when he came.
His chest was flushed, his eyes wide and a little bit glassy.
His thighs trembled, and his belly flexed a little, probably aftershocks from the orgasm.
Dom grabbed his own cock and pumped, blasting into the condom with just a few strokes.
He collapsed into the other seat, legs spread, an unexpected sense of joy buzzing in his chest. He’d had his fair share of sex, but holy damn that had been incredible.
Coop was staring at him, still catching his breath, his expression hard to read.
“You okay over there?” Dom asked.
“Huh?” He blinked hard a few times, and that odd blankness gave away to a bright grin. “I’m fantastic. That was awesome.”
“First prostate massage?”
“Yeah. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
Pride made Dom sit up a little straighter. “Happy to help. Your ass is amazing.”
Coop laughed. “Thanks.” He started to sit up and flinched again.
Now that he was coming down off his sex high, Dom paid closer attention. “You sore?”
“A little, but that’s to be expected, right?”
The slightly rhetorical question sent a tremor down Dom’s spine. “Coop, that wasn’t your first time getting fucked, was it?” Damn, he hadn’t meant for his voice to go so high.
Coop opened and shut his mouth. His eyebrows dipped together. “No.”
“Okay.” Relief gusted through him. Dom hated to think he’d been so rough for someone’s first time. He liked hard sex, yeah, but he never wanted to hurt a guy. Especially not a virgin.
“It’s too bad you’re leaving tomorrow.” Coop scooped his underwear off the floor. “I would totally do this again with you. The music and the sex.”
Dom’s heart flipped at the idea of another round with Coop. “Maybe we can. I live outside of Philly, which is only two and a half hours, give or take traffic.”
“You want to see me again?”
“Sure.” Dom never wanted to see his hookups a second time.
He liked anonymous. Repeats could get clingy and want more.
But being with Coop had been more than just sex.
They’d started something onstage at Off Beat, and it was still going strong in the backseat of that old car.
He did want to see Coop again, maybe play some music with him. They’d lit the stage on fire tonight.
Dom wanted that again.
“Yes,” Dom said, more firmly this time. “So if we’re going to be friends, I guess I should introduce myself. Dominic Castrogiovanni Bounds.”
Coop’s grin made him ache for another kiss. “That’s a mouthful.”
“You can thank my birth parents for Castrogiovanni.”
“Bounds are your adoptive parents?”
“Yeah.” Zelda and Robert Bounds had been the very best parents Dom could have asked for.
“Trey Cooper. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Getting dressed should have been awkward, especially given how cramped the backseat was.
Dom frequently touched Coop/Trey, but he didn’t mind.
He liked touching Trey. A lot. And he was excited that they weren’t going to say good-bye and go their separate ways.
They exchanged cell numbers before Dom got them back on the road.
He resisted checking his voice mail from Lincoln. It could wait.
Trey directed him to a street six blocks farther north than Off Beat’s location and said to pull up at the curb. Interesting that he didn’t want Dom to know which house.
“I’m really glad I decided to check out Off Beat tonight,” Trey said. His charming smile went adorably shy. “You really are gifted with the violin, Dom. I’m not just blowing smoke.”
“Thank you.” Playing tonight had been as nerve-racking as it had been therapeutic—and he wouldn’t change meeting Trey for anything.
“Don’t let a month go by before you text me.”
“Impossible.”
Trey climbed out with a small wave. Dom really wanted to kiss him good-bye but Trey didn’t lean in for a kiss, and he was skipping down the sidewalk too fast for Dom to call him back. He palmed his cell phone and sent a thumbs-up emoji.
A few seconds later, Trey sent the same one back.
The simple little computer creation made Dom’s heart flip. He held on tight to those happy feelings as he listened to Lincoln’s voice mail.