Chapter 27 #2
“Oh?” I glanced up again, toying with the elastic. “Maybe you don’t want them off, then?”
Cooper actually whimpered. I laughed, tugging the waistband down along with his jeans, admiring the view as his hard cock sprung free, straining up toward me.
I hadn’t had my face this close to it before, but now I could admire it.
The thick head already beading with precome, purpling with blood, the shaft curving just a little to the left, nestled in dark curls the same shade as the ones on his head.
“See something you like?” Cooper asked. I didn’t have to look at him to hear the smile in his voice.
“I’ve been seeing something I like all evening,” I said. My turn to be sweet.
Cooper huffed. When I glanced up at him, his ears were crimson and he was looking away from me, toward the wall. Shy.
I hummed, bending down again, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Cooper’s belly, tasting the salt of his skin, nuzzling into it to breathe in his scent. Heat trickled down to the pit of my stomach, the familiar pinch of arousal making me wriggle with anticipation.
All the same, it couldn’t hurt to make him wait. It’d be much more fun that way.
Cooper hissed as I scraped my teeth alongside his treasure trail, curling one hand around his hip for balance.
He made another little sound in the back of his throat as I hovered over his cock, letting my breath ghost over the head without making contact.
I hummed again, dipping down to nuzzle the crook of his thigh, his cock rubbing against my cheek, searing hot and pulsing hard enough to feel the beat of his heart.
“Felix,” Cooper gasped out, thighs tensing hard enough to make the mattress creak.
I slotted my thumb into the other crease, holding him down—not that I thought he’d be anything other than as gentle and careful as he always had been with me—and turned my face to mouth up the side of his shaft, tasting the clean salt of his skin.
Cooper sobbed, tensing again, one knee rising so he could spread his legs further apart. I loved having him at my mercy like this, already overwhelmed.
“That’s my name,” I teased, letting my lips brush over his cock as I spoke. He made another soft, needy sound, the fingers not in my hair clenching white-knuckled in the sheets by his hip.
I took pity on him, licking a broad stripe from the base of his cock to the head, then closing my lips around it.
The sound Cooper made in response was more reward than I could have asked for. Low and broken, as though nothing this good had ever happened to him before.
I closed my eyes to focus on the feel of him in my mouth, the heat, the bitter-salt of precome smearing over my palate, the pulse I could feel under my tongue. The stretch and weight and scent of him, filling my mouth, straining my jaw just enough to know I’d feel it in the morning.
The mattress groaned as Cooper shifted his weight, hips rocking in the slowest possible circle. I planned to get him to fuck my mouth, but we could work up to that.
For now, I let myself sink into the familiar rhythm, humming as Cooper’s fingers tightened in my hair, splaying my hand over his hip as I shifted to get a better angle.
He moaned as he hit the back of my throat, tensing all over again. The sound vibrated all the way down to the base of my spine, warmth pooling in the pit of my stomach. Cooper felt so damned good, always, and this was no exception.
“Felix,” he repeated, more a breath than a word, hips twitching again. I let him struggle against the urge to rock into my mouth for a handful of heartbeats, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I could without gagging.
When I pulled back, Cooper sobbed, head falling against the pillow with a thump. “Jesus,” he said, panting harshly.
“Felix,” I teased, hiding a grin against the soft skin of his belly. “Remember?”
Cooper huffed, swallowing thickly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I remember.”
“Good.” I mouthed along the edge of his treasure trail, licking and sucking at him, checking on the progress of one of the bruises I’d left. He hissed as I pressed my nose into it, back arching. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
Cooper swallowed again. “You don’t have—”
“Want,” I repeated, looking up at him. “Please.”
Cooper held my gaze for two, three heaving breaths, then nodded. I hid the slow smile spreading over my lips against his stomach, pressing soft kisses there. We had plenty of time, and I was planning on enjoying this.
“And I want you to fuck my mouth. I can take it,” I added, locking eyes with him so he’d know I meant it.
Cooper gave another nod. He’d never been rough with me before, and I knew he wouldn’t start now.
We could discuss just how rough I might want him to be, how far we could test my limits, some other time. There were plenty of other times in our future.
Instead of giving him time to overthink, I ducked my head and licked a long stripe up his cock, swallowing him down again in the same motion.
This time, I let myself get lost in the feel of him, the heat, the stretch, the way he lay heavy on my tongue, the scent, the gentle grip of his fingers in my hair. Everything else but Cooper dropped away, the world narrowing to his cock and how much I liked having it in my mouth.
It took a minute, but his hips started moving eventually. Tiny movements to start, the barest thrust, careful as ever. I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing around him, bobbing my head to encourage him to be a little more daring.
The moment he nudged the back of my throat himself, I moaned so obscenely I would have been humiliated if I’d been with anyone else. That seemed to give him the hint, and soon he was rocking into my mouth, slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, our rhythms matching each other.
Like they always seemed to.
The sheets rustled under us as he shifted, the sounds of his panting joining the symphony filling the bedroom. His fingers were still gentle in my hair, running through it as we moved together.
Cooper murmured something that might’ve been my name, might’ve been a plea, might’ve been both. I loved that I’d reduced him to babbling, I loved the way his hips sped up, the way he gasped as he jerked into my mouth, clearly unable to help himself.
As I felt him getting close, I squeezed his hip to let him know it was okay, I knew, I was ready.
Anticipation coiled in my stomach as Cooper’s breath caught, coming out as a whine as his thrusts sped up, precome smearing over my tongue and palate as he moved, leaking and desperate.
I swallowed and swallowed around him, not wanting to lose a drop.
The murmuring turned to incoherent whimpers and whines, Cooper’s hips rocking in earnest now, his hand cradling the back of my skull. Gentle, even teetering on the edge, careful with me even as he started to fall apart.
“Felix,” Cooper panted, fingers finally really tightening in my hair. “Close.”
I didn’t need the warning—Cooper was so responsive I couldn’t have missed it, every gasping breath punctuated with a broken sound that shuddered all the way down my spine.
I squeezed his hip in acknowledgement and glanced up to look at him just in time to see his eyes widen, mouth falling open and a final, gorgeous cry scraping out of his throat.
Heat flooded my mouth, flowing down my throat and making me shiver with pleasure at the thought that I’d done that.
I’d made Cooper come—the kindest, most wonderful man I’d ever met had gotten off on me sucking his dick.
I swallowed again, and again, and again, sucking and licking until his orgasm trickled to a final spurt in the middle of my tongue.
A string of spit connected us as I drew back, feeling deliciously used and bruised, my throat aching in the best way as I swallowed again. Warmth spread through me as I let my cheek rest on Cooper’s still-clothed thigh, a happy, fizzy sensation that made me feel like a restless puppy.
This was something I could have. It might’ve been the best thing I’d ever had.
Cooper made a rough sound that rumbled deep in his chest and fumbled for my hand, peeling it off his hip.
It was clumsy, and his hand was warm and a little sweat-sticky from the way he’d had it clenched in the sheets, but I couldn’t have stopped the smile spreading over my face as he linked our fingers together.
“C’mere,” Cooper murmured, still catching his breath, tugging on my hand.
I obeyed, crawling up the bed to plaster myself along his side. It would’ve taken the apartment catching fire to move me—and I wasn’t sure I’d go, even then.
“D’you want…?” Cooper glanced down. “I can… do that. Not as well as you, mayb—”
He paused as I grabbed his other hand, looking down to see what I was doing.
I raised his hand to my mouth and licked a wet stripe along his palm.
“I want,” I said, moving our joined hands between my legs. I was still wearing the compression tights I’d taught Benji’s class in, hard cock now trapped between my thigh and the fabric. “This.”
Cooper looked at me with absolutely no understanding in his eyes, still recovering. Which was exactly how I wanted him, sweet and happy to let me take the lead.
Now that I was sure he liked that, I was going to have so much fun with him.
For the moment, I worked both of our hands into the waistband of my tights, shoving them down along the way. They caught around my thighs, but I didn’t care once Cooper took the hint and curled his hand around me, big and warm and covered in calluses that promised to ruin me for all other men.
He made a tiny sound of understanding, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile. I’d never get over how gorgeous he was.
I gasped as he started stroking, pressing my face to his jaw, mouthing kisses there and enjoying the rasp of his stubble against my tongue.
My thigh twinged as my hips started rocking to meet his strokes, cock smearing precome over both of us in a sticky mess.
I was already close, so turned on by Cooper’s pleasure that it wouldn’t take much now to get me off.
When Cooper turned his head and kissed me square on the mouth, the jolt of arousal nearly tipped me over the edge then and there.
He didn’t just kiss me—he licked his way into my mouth, untangling our fingers to curl them around my face, holding me in place. Wave after wave of want flowed from my mouth to my cock, hips working in hard, tight circles as Cooper tightened his fingers.
Then he rolled us both over, pinning me under his weight, and I cried out into his mouth as I came, hard enough for stars to burst behind my eyelids as the rush of it coursed through me like a bolt of lightning.
The next thing I was aware of was a sweet peck on the lips before Cooper rolled off me again, pulling me with him as he went so I could curl up against his side.
My head fell on his shoulder as I caught my breath, muscles filled with sand and bones turned to lead.
Pleasure and satisfaction buzzed through my veins, and a smile tugged at my lips.
Every decision I’d made in the past handful of hours had been better than the last.
I drifted on a warm cloud of bliss for who knew how long, feeling absolutely no need to move. Ever again, possibly.
Even when I felt recovered, I couldn’t see any reason to be anywhere but exactly where I was. Cooper didn’t try to move me, and the two of us lay there in silence as the cicadas sang outside and the faint scent of salt wafted on the light breeze coming in through the cracked-open bedroom window.
This was it. Everything I wanted. Even if I hadn’t known I wanted it until I had it.
“I never told you what I figured out,” I spoke up eventually, tilting my head to catch Cooper’s gaze. The angle was awkward, but I needed to see his eyes before I said this, just for a moment. “Outside the ice cream parlor.”
“You didn’t,” Cooper agreed, tightening his hold on me. I wasn’t sure he even knew he’d done it, but I appreciated the silent reassurance. “I’ve been wondering. I… at the competition, I kept wanting to hold your hand, but…”
I laughed. It came out softer than it would have done if I hadn’t been curled up next to Cooper, sweat still cooling on my skin, the taste of him still lingering on my palate.
I was safe with him. Safer than I’d ever been.
“I kept wanting you to,” I confessed.
“Next year,” Cooper promised, pressing his lips to my hairline. “If you want.”
Next year.
I could have this. I could be doing all this next year.
And the one after. And the one after that.
“I want,” I said, voice catching on how much I wanted it. “That’s, umm. I didn’t tell you what I’d figured out, I think, because I hadn’t finished figuring it out.”
“But you have now?”
I licked my lips, taking a moment to decide.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I have. It’s… it’s like you said.
I’m free. And I thought, after the accident, I’d never be free again.
But that’s not true. I was never free before.
Now I can have all of this. Otter Bay. Ice cream and almond milk lattes and oatmeal raisin cookies saved just for me.
The most incredible kids to share how much I love ballet with. Benji, my secret favorite. And you.”
Cooper huffed. As though that last part wasn’t the best of all.
“Hey,” I said, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look down at him. “I meant everything I told Annabelle. You’re incredible. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You are. And there’s no part of you or your life I don’t want. If I can have it.”
He’d promised me I could before, but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again.
The smile that spread over Cooper’s face was exactly what I wanted to see every day of my life from now on.
“All yours,” he said. “It’s all yours. If you’re sticking around for it.”
A smile just like his spread over my face, too much joy to contain rising up in my chest.
I bent down to kiss him, and didn’t back off for a long, long time.