Chapter Thirteen
Declan
“God, Dec,” he pants, pushing me deeper, urging me on. “ Yesss. Oh, fuck yes. I need— I need—”
My grip’s tight, probably too tight, his ass already pink from the way I’ve been holding him. He takes it, rocks back into it, greedy for more.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he pants, tugging on my hair.
I tear myself away with effort, chest heaving, face wet. “What’s wrong?”
He twists to look at me over his shoulder, eyes wide, pupils dark and blown. His curls are stuck to his forehead, lips parted, skin flushed and perfect. So fucking perfect.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says, voice barely a whisper.
The words land like a punch. Not because I don’t want to.
Christ, I do. I’ve dreamed about this, about sinking into his tight body, the sounds I could pull from him as I fill him completely, more times than I’ll ever admit.
But not like this. Not after cheap beer and too-loud music.
Not when it could end up as regret, or my roommate walking in.
Not that he would, since I know he’s out for the night. But still…
I shake my head. “No. Not now.”
He blinks, thrown off. “Why not?”
Because we’ve both been drinking.
Because I want it to mean something.
Because I’m afraid it’ll destroy me if it doesn’t.
Take your fucking pick.
Standing, I cup the back of his neck, tugging until our foreheads touch.
“You deserve…more for your first time,” I say quietly. “Not some quick fuck when we’re both buzzed and saying things we might not mean in the morning.”
He huffs but doesn’t pull away. “I’ll still mean it.”
“Cooper,” I warn, smiling when he rolls his eyes, all sassy and frustrated.
“Fine. But one day, okay?”
I kiss him slow, deep, an apology and promise in one.
The truth is, I lost my virginity to some guy my freshman year because I couldn’t bear the idea of Cooper having the last part of me that I hadn’t already given.
It was hollow, meaningless, transactional.
I told myself it was freedom, but all it did was make me feel empty, proving how tightly Cooper has me wrapped around his finger.
And the thought of getting that part of him—a part he hasn’t given to anyone else—feels too big. Too loaded.
He lets out a breathy sigh, shifts, then reaches up and takes my hand, sliding it between us and wrapping it around his cock. Moving my fist slowly up his length, a hiss escapes his lips when I smear pre-cum over the head.
“If you’re not going to fuck me,” he says, eyes fluttering shut when I squeeze around him. “Then the least you can do is suck my cock.”
A laugh bursts from my throat. “Bossy little shit.”
He grins, about to say something else, but I don’t let him get another word out, kissing him hard. My tongue flicks into his mouth, and his lips part wider, giving me everything. I pull back, barely an inch between us, staying close enough to feel his next exhale.
“Get on the bed, baby.”
I freeze as Cooper’s eyes snap open, a flicker of surprise there before molten lava flows through them.
“Now,” I add, trying to ignore the way my heart pounds at my slip-up. “On your back.”
Because you can bet, I’ll be a selfish fuck and ruin this for any other man who gets the privilege of sucking Cooper Riddick’s cock.
“Who knew Declan Cohen was so demanding,” Cooper teases.
My mouth dries and waters all at once, aching with want as he kicks out of his jeans and stands in front of me, completely naked.
Dropping onto my bed like he owns it, his lean muscles flex as he stretches out, head hitting the pillow, one arm tucked underneath it.
His cock curves up toward his stomach, flushed a deep pink and glistening.
My balls tighten at the sight of him closing a hand around himself, and when he strokes, I nearly lose it.
I swallow hard, unable to mask the rumble from the back of my throat.
“You gonna stand there, or show me what those dick-sucking lips of yours can do?”
Taking a step forward, I pause, my brain catching up. “Dick-sucking— What?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know your mouth was made for it.”
“Did you just make that up?” I quirk an eyebrow at him, knees hitting the end of the bed.
“Less talking, more sucking,” he taunts as he beckons me forward.
Climbing on, I settle between his spread legs.
His hand drops to the sheets, letting me take over.
He’s hot in my palm, thick and heavy, pre-cum still beading at the crown.
I swipe it with my thumb, and he lets out a breath, eyes rolling shut as I start to lower my mouth.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve done this, but each time feels like the first. The taste of him, the heat, the way he stretches my lips.
I can’t get enough.
“Fuck,” Cooper gasps, hips jerking as the head of his cock knocks the back of my throat. One hand finds my head again, fingers tangling in my hair. Not forcing, just there. Steady. “I forget how fucking good you are at this.”
I suck harder, chasing every sound he gives me, relaxing my throat and taking him deep.
Swirling my tongue around the tip, I play with that tight cord on the underside of his cock before sucking him back in. My nose buries into the neatly trimmed hair at the base, and I inhale, filling my lungs with everything that is Cooper, the boy I’ve quietly loved for years.
“Don’t stop,” he groans when his hips twitch, fucking shallowly into my mouth. “Fuck, Dec, I’m so close…”
Popping off, I suck my middle finger into my mouth, coating it with my spit before sliding it between his cheeks.
He squirms, moaning louder, legs widening on instinct as I circle the ring of muscle greedy for my finger.
His entire body tenses for a second before melting, his moan obscene as I push inside.
He’s hot around my finger, clenching as I work him slowly, never brushing that gland I know will make him see stars. His cock throbs against my tongue, a burst of pre-cum leaking with every inch that fucks inside him.
“Yes,” he pants, the grip in my hair no longer gentle, the sting burning straight through me, my cock pulsing with neglect. I want to grind, find some friction, anything to ease the pressure building up, but the idea of coming down Cooper’s throat is too good to pass up.
“Declan— Fuck, I’m gonna—”
His thighs lock as I suck harder, and my finger crooks just right against the spot he swears is magic. Groaning, he spills across my tongue. I take it all, swallowing every single drop, not wanting to waste any of it, my eyes locked on his the entire time.
I lick every inch of him clean before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and sliding off the bed.
Cooper watches me like I’m something holy as I flick the button on my pants and push them down my legs, kicking my boxer briefs aside.
My hand fists my cock, aching and untouched, ready for his mouth.
“Head over the edge.”
He moves instantly, scrambling into position, head hanging off the bed, mouth open in invitation.
“Jesus,” I mutter, gaze trailing down his winter-pale skin.
Spreading my legs, I lower until my cock brushes his top lip, teasing him while torturing myself. He opens wider, exposing his throat, and I want nothing more than to see it bulge as I fuck it.
“Do it. I can take it.”
Pressing forward, the head gliding over his tongue, his warm mouth welcoming me inch by inch. I can’t take my eyes off him, the sight mesmerizing as I bottom out. Cooper’s fingers slide to my ass, keeping me buried in his throat for a beat before urging my hips to find a rhythm.
My hand lands on his throat, not squeezing, just holding. Feeling.
“Look at you,” I rasp, watching his throat stretch wide around me, my thumb stroking gently, tracing the way it flexes and constricts. “Mouth full of cock. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fucking hot.”
He hums, and the vibrations make my knees buckle. As his nails dig into my ass, my grip around his neck increases. I fuck his mouth with short, sharp thrusts, jaw clenched, my orgasm barreling toward the finish line.
Pulling out, I lean forward, bracing one hand on the bed, the other taking over and stroking until I’m painting him in my cum. Sticky white ropes coat his chest, neck, face, his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted like he’s trying to catch it.
It’s a goddamn sight. Debauched, ruined, marked in every way that matters. Mine. And I’d give anything to remember this, remember what it looks like when heaven gives in to hell.
I hover over him, breath ragged, the air thick with sweat and sex and something too dangerous to name. His lashes lift just enough to meet my eyes, the silver-blue shining with delight. He looks used and worshipped at the same time.
Dipping my head, I drag my tongue across his cheek.
He gasps, his whole body shuddering, his head tilting as I lick a streak off his jaw, then down to his throat.
I don’t stop, cleaning him until he cups my face, pulling me down to his mouth.
With a groan, he tastes me on my tongue, sucking until he knows he’s got all of it.
“Seems like you’re an animal on and off the ice,” he teases, voice hoarse.
My spent cock twitches at the sound, a reminder of what I just did to him.
“We should clean up,” I whisper, my gaze sweeping over the mess on his chest and neck.
He hums in agreement, swaying a little as he climbs off the bed. “I think I need a shower.”
Slipping into the bathroom, I grab him a towel and a spare toothbrush, brushing my teeth while the water runs behind the shower curtain, Cooper’s gentle singing loud enough over the spray.
When he comes out, flushed and damp, curls clinging to his forehead, he grins and bumps his shoulder to mine, tying a towel around his waist on the way back to my room.
Grabbing the air mattress from the closet, I toss it onto the floor, yawning as I reach for the pump.
“Want to grab…” I trail off, glancing over my shoulder and finding him already in my bed. Pillow claimed, duvet tucked up under his chin. “Really?”
“What?” he asks innocently and snuggles farther under the blanket. “I sleep better when you’re there, remember.”
“Liar,” I snort, hesitating for a beat before flipping off the light and climbing in beside him.
The mattress dips under my weight, and the second I settle, Cooper rolls into me, curling into my side like it’s second nature. His hand lands on my bruised hip, his nose nudging my collarbone.
“Does it hurt?”
I shake my head, wrapping my arm around his waist. “I’ve had worse.”
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” he mumbles, voice slurred with sleep. “What I asked earlier.”
My stomach twists, and I don’t answer.
Wriggling, he grabs my wrist and pulls it tighter around him before sighing, his breath brushing over my skin, the weight of him solid and warm against my side.
A beat later, he’s out, his gentle snoring filling the dark as I lie there, staring at the ceiling, his words on a loop in my head. The quiet promise still hovers in the air between us. And I know, sleep isn’t coming any time soon.