Chapter 9
FELIX
“Oh fuck yes,” I murmured against Cooper’s mouth as he pushed me up against the bare wall of my temporary home, next to the enormous still-life painting of a basket of lemons that served as the only decoration in the place.
He’d picked me up again, both hands under my thighs, strong and squeezing firmly as he used the rest of his weight to pin me in place and hold me up.
I locked my ankles around him, one hand in his hair and the other fisting the shoulder seam of his T-shirt, heat rushing south as he bit at my mouth.
I hadn’t dared to hope there was this kind of banked fire just waiting to be prodded under the surface, but I was very glad there was.
Cooper’s hand shifted on my good thigh, hitching it up over his hip as his palm slid down to my ass. The way he squeezed sent a pulse of pleasure straight to my cock, already throbbing with want, half-hard in my too-tight jeans.
Avery knew what they were doing when they insisted on these ones. I needed them open as soon as possible.
Which meant I was about to be a slut about this.
Six years of loyalty to one man who hadn’t shown me the same was more than enough. I could fuck someone I’d practically just met because I wanted to, because he was hot and I liked him and I was feeling needy.
“Show me yours,” I murmured against Cooper’s mouth, squeezing my thighs around his solid waist as I slipped a hand between us, groping the growing bulge at the front of his much more comfortable jeans. “And I’ll show you mine.”
Cooper swallowed audibly, glancing between my face and my hand. He gave a shy little nod, and that send a jolt of something that wasn’t quite lust up under my ribs. Aside from being hot, he was adorable.
Adorable, kind, uncomplicated. I could have this, and it didn’t have to be a whole big deal. I wasn’t here forever. I was just waiting for the next thing.
In the meantime, there was big, shy, sweet Cooper who was looking at me like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen, and that felt good. It was the first thing that had felt good in a very long time.
I kissed him again as I flicked open the button of his jeans, fingers clumsy in my eagerness to get my hands on him. Cooper gasped against my mouth as his fly parted, letting out a shuddering breath that rippled through his whole body.
A smirk tugged at my lips. If that was how he reacted to the hint of someone touching him, I was about to rock his world.
He made a deliciously broken sound as I slipped my hand between his jeans and his underwear, cupping his length through the thin fabric.
He felt as big as he should have been, in proportion with the rest of him, and another jolt of want hit me deep in my core.
I would’ve liked to get a good look at him, but I didn’t want it enough to give up my current position.
“That for me?” I teased, pulling back to look him in the eyes. His pupils were blown, almost all the warm brown swallowed up by black, and he was looking at me wide-eyed. Eager.
He wanted me. Fuck, he really, really wanted me.
That felt good. Better than good.
I grinned at him. “Finders, keepers?”
He swallowed again, throat bobbing. God, he was gorgeous like this. Not that he wasn’t gorgeous in general, but right now I couldn’t imagine how anyone who’d ever had this would give it up.
“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “‘f you want.”
“I want,” I murmured, bumping our noses together as I gave him a gentle squeeze. He made another delicious sound, one I’d be replaying in fantasies for months to come, hips jerking into my touch.
I chuckled as I caught his lips for another kiss, stroking his length through his underwear with the heel of my palm, mapping out the shape. Definitely in proportion, definitely bigger than Piotr had been. Good. It was about time I got to find out what a really big dick felt like. I’d earned it.
Cooper rocked into my hand as I worked him, pinning me harder to the wall. My own cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat, with Cooper’s hips, a rhythm starting to build between us.
“Felix,” he breathed against my mouth, forehead pressed to mine. If a handjob through his underwear did this to him, I wanted to take him apart piece by piece and have him begging.
I’d never had that before, but the thought lit a fire in the pit of my stomach, a wave of heat rushing through me. I wanted it more than anything, and I was going to get it.
“Ask nicely,” I said, moving my fingers to the waistband of his underwear, teasing. Stroking the sensitive skin of his belly, toying with the hairs of that tempting treasure trail I couldn’t stop thinking about.
“Please,” Cooper said, breathless. “Fuck, please.”
I tightened my grip on his hair to drag him in for another kiss as I slipped my hand into his underwear. We moaned together as I curled my fingers around his bare length, a smear of precome spreading over my palm as I slid it down. Eager. God, he was eager for me.
When had I last had that? I couldn’t remember.
Cooper was big, hot and thick and hard in my hand, perfect. I gave him a couple of dry strokes, then grinned against his lips as he whimpered when I took my hand away.
His mouth hung open as I licked a broad stripe up my palm, tasting the salt tang of precome mixed with my own skin.
I held his gaze as I slipped my hand back into his underwear and watched his eyelids flutter closed as I gripped him again, a surge of heat rising up in my stomach as he bit his lip, holding still and letting me touch him exactly as I wanted.
Oh yeah. This? This felt good.
“Like that?” I asked, my own voice cracking around the edges.
Cooper nodded, still biting his lip, looking at me under lowered lashes. Fuck.
“Take me to the couch,” I murmured, slowing my strokes to get his attention. “I want you on top of me.”
Cooper’s eyes flew open, staring for a heartbeat before he hefted my weight—again, like it was nothing—and carried me over to the sagging, floral couch that’d come with the apartment. It creaked under us, but held as he laid me down along the length of it and climbed tentatively on top of me.
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him on top of me, getting my thighs around his waist again. The injured one twinged, a shot of pain that traveled all the way up to my lower back, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about that right now.
“Okay?” Cooper asked.
“Fine,” I said, breathless.
It was close enough to true. Cooper’s weight on top of me was everything I’d dreamed of, solid and warm, holding me in place so I could only wriggle under him. He felt so fucking good between my thighs as I squeezed his waist, big and broad and satisfying.
A little pain was worth it for this. I’d had a lot worse for things I’d enjoyed a lot less.
I got my hand on him again to stop any other questions, surging up to nip at the lower lip he’d been biting earlier. Cooper melted against me, pushing me into the ancient couch cushions just like I wanted.
“So good,” I murmured against his lips, working my other hand between us to get my way too tight jeans open. I swore under my breath the moment I was free hips jerking toward Cooper’s warmth.
“Yeah?” Coop asked. “Because I feel like I’m not—”
“Let me,” I said. “You made dinner.”
Coop snorted, pulling back to look at me for a heartbeat. His eyes glinted in the dark of the apartment—one of us had managed to smack a lamp switch, but it was over by the door and not all that bright. Just enough to save us tripping over the coffee table on our way to the couch.
All the same, I could see so much in those eyes. Warmth, earnestness, even the hint of a smile I couldn’t quite make out on the rest of his features.
An answering one spread over my face. I smiled so much around Cooper. It was so natural I hadn’t realized until now.
My heart did a complicated little fouetté. I kissed him again to calm it down, shoving my underwear out of the way at the same time. We both gasped as my cock grazed his for the first time, a crackle of static passing between us.
I hummed into Cooper’s mouth, rocking my hips to do it again. He skimmed my stomach this time, sending sparks skittering over the sensitive skin there.
I could’ve gotten my hand on the two of us, but I didn’t want to pause long enough for that.
I wanted Cooper to grind down against me, let me grind against him.
I wanted him to come all over my skin, messy and desperate.
I wanted to wear his want, the evidence that someone still wanted me, for at least a little while.
Cooper didn’t seem to object, judging by the way he ground his hips down exactly like I wanted without even having to ask. I hooked my good leg around him, digging my heel into his ass to encourage him to go harder, faster.
“More,” I demanded, arching against him, panting into his mouth as we rocked together. It was mindless, needy, the simple friction of skin on skin, and it was perfect.
“Felix,” Cooper breathed between kisses. It was just my name, just one word, but hearing it with all the warmth in his voice, as though he was getting something out of just saying it, made me tingle all over, urgency rising in my core.
I slipped a hand into the back of his jeans, grabbing a handful of ass to pull him down harder. There was so much of Cooper, and I wanted all of it.
He let me take a little more of his weight, rolling his body against mine in harder, faster strokes, precome and sweat slicking the way between us, heat and pressure building.
I ground against the warm skin of his stomach, the patch of coarse curls there damp now, the friction of them better than anything I’d ever known.
Nothing mattered to me anymore except the feel of Cooper’s body against mine, the weight of it pressing down on me, the heat of it sinking into my bones. I buried my face in his neck and let go, rutting against him, my hips speeding up along with the pounding in my ears.