34. Lachlan
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LACHLAN
I COULD BARELY get through the damn meal with Cooper making eyes at me like that.
I should’ve bent him over my knee the second he flirted with me, but I thought we could restrain ourselves enough to have a meal.
Not wanting to waste another second, I slammed my mouth down on his. He wrapped his legs around my waist to hold on, our mouths still fused together as I walked us to my bedroom.
Having him here, in a place I never took anyone, felt right. I was intensely private for a reason, but with Cooper I found myself wanting to share things I’d never even considered sharing before. I’d thrown all my fucks out the window and invited him in, and so far, it appeared to have been a really good idea.
Especially when I threw him on the bed.
Cooper grinned up at me, his eyes roaming down my bare chest to the erection testing the zipper of my pants. He rubbed the heel of his palm over his hard-on.
“As much as I like this picture”—I unbuttoned my pants and reached for the zipper—“I’d like it a hell of a lot more if your pants were on the floor.”
Cooper didn’t hesitate, undoing his pants and shoving them off his body at the same time I did mine. By the time I climbed onto the bed, he was leaning back into the pillows and spreading his legs in invitation.
“Now, that ”—I reached into my side table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube—“is much better.”
I climbed back on the bed, and Cooper wrapped his legs around me and flipped us so that he was on top.He smirked at me and pinned my arms up by my head.
“I can see why you like this,” he said, as he sat back up.
I had to admit, having him straddle me, giving him a bit of the power I usually enjoyed, was hot. Patience wasn’t usually in my toolbox, but I waited, wanting to see what he would do.
Cooper traced my lips with his finger, and I nipped at it and then sucked it into my mouth. He moaned, squirming over me, taunting my poor dick with his ass.
He removed his finger and drew it down my neck, my chest, over my abs, and then lower, fingering the close-cropped curls that surrounded my growing erection.
“Cooper,” I growled, but seconds later he wrapped his hand around my cock.
Fuck, he made a hot picture—naked over me, fisting my dick. Scooting back so he could lean down and lick pre-cum from my slit.
Now I understood why I had to pin his arms down when the situation was reversed, because positioned like this, I had to touch him.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said, ripping that sweet mouth away. Leaning over me, he rocked his cock against mine.
“You’re a tease.”
“And you love it.” He reached down between us, grasping my dick again. With every stroke, his tongue tangled with mine, and it felt so goddamn good that I fell into his rhythm, letting him set the pace, where he wanted this night to go.
“I want you like this,” he whispered against my lips. “I want to see you.”
“Then climb on my dick, Cooper.”
He slid down me then pushed up to his knees. “So you’re a bossy bottom—good to know.”
“Did you really expect anything else? Plus”—I reached down between us to angle my cock in his direction—“I might be on the bottom, but it’s still your sweet ass that’s going to be riding this.”
Cooper swiped his thumb over the sticky head of my shaft, then sucked it into his mouth. I counted back from one hundred in an effort not to come as he reached for the lube.
He flipped open the lid and poured some of the cool liquid in his palm, his grin growing downright devilish. Then he tossed the bottle aside and wrapped his hand around me, squeezing from base to tip.
“Fuck.” My head fell back against the pillow.
“Eyes on me.”
He was getting a kick out of this. Something I would have to remember the next time I got him under me.
My eyes came back to his heavy-lidded gaze, and this time when he repeated the move, I thrust my hips up and shoved my dick through that tight fist. Cooper moaned, thighs clenching on either side of my body, and I knew that sweet little hole of his would be doing the same.
“Seems a waste for me to be fucking your fist when we both know you’d rather I?—”
My words cut off as Cooper moved up on his knees and reached back to play with the exact place I was referring to. “Trust me when I tell you I’m not about to waste that .” He aimed his attention at the ropey string of pre-cum between the head of my cock and stomach. Then he shifted up my body until he was in position to take me. “I was just making sure I was ready to fuck you.”
Jesus H. Christ.
How did he expect me to just lie here when he was throwing out comments like that? But I’d made a promise to let him lead the way tonight, so I was going to do my best to keep it.
Even though it might kill me.
Cooper reached behind himself and angled my shaft toward his tight, hot body. His erection bobbed in front of him, all veiny and flushed, and as he lowered himself, his stare locked with mine.
Desire laced those blue eyes, and as the head of my cock breached that first tight ring of muscle, a gasp of pleasure slipped out of his mouth.
His head fell back and my hands moved to his thighs, and as he slowly began to sink down on me, I slid my palms up his smooth skin.
“Lachlan,” he moaned as he took inch after inch inside his velvet hot ass. When I was finally balls deep, he stilled on top of me.
“Eyes on me,” I said, returning his earlier sentiment, and when Cooper raised his head and looked down at me, the emotions swirling in his eyes had my heart racing.
Lust, longing, trust, and affection were all there, wrapped up in one look, and at the very center of it was something much stronger—possessiveness. He was looking at me like I was his, and he was right. I wasn’t going any-fucking-where, and neither was he.
Slowly, he began to move, rocking his hips, stretching himself to fit me, and it was the sweetest, most agonizing torture, but one I craved. Being inside him was home.
Cooper rose off me, and I instantly missed the feel of him. But then he bore down again, and my cock filled that incredible ass.
He was right—watching as we fucked, seeing every bit of pleasure we wrung from each other, made coming together so much more intense. With every drive back down on me, it only solidified that this thing between us was real, no matter the circumstances that had brought us together in the first place.
That confession needed to come up sooner rather than later, though I’d be shocked if Cooper didn’t already have some idea brewing, even subconsciously. He was too smart not to piece it together eventually.
Cooper slamming back down on me had me gasping, all other thought than what was happening right here, right now, flying the hell out of my head.
“Oh God.” His hand flexed against my chest, and it was all I could do not to reach up and lick the sweat glistening off his neck.
Actually— fuck it .
Reaching for his hips to keep him where he was, I sat up, bringing us face to face. With him straddling me and our bodies pressed together, my dick sank inside him even deeper. He cursed, and I swallowed it, kissing him hard.
His tongue licked alongside mine as he impaled himself on me, again and again, and I ran my hands up his back, holding him tight to me. My fingers twined in his hair, and I pulled his head back just enough to kiss down his jaw and suck the soft skin beneath his ear.
“Don’t think I’m ever letting you go now,” I said, making my way back to his lips.
Breathless, Cooper tightened his arms around me, and I felt him squeeze tight around my cock. “You better not.”
I could feel we were on the same page, but hearing him say it had a possessive growl ripping out of me. Stealing his mouth again, I thrust up into him every time he lowered back onto me, and it wasn’t long before the steady pace he’d set became uneven.
Cooper’s breathing was choppy, the sounds making my balls tighten every time his warm breath ghosted over my skin. I gripped the back of his neck as his hips began to work overtime, his dick making a mess of my stomach as he painted it like a canvas.
But none of that held a candle to the blissed-out expression on his gorgeous face.
His cheeks were flushed pink, his lashes dark against them as he squeezed his eyes shut, and as he rocked his hips in a distinct rhythm, I knew he’d found the spot. That magical fucking spot that was going to get him there. The one that had his thighs tightening around my waist, as he got ready to ride the wave of complete and total ecstasy.
My cock throbbed inside him, my balls protesting against my restraint, but when Cooper tensed and then shuddered, the climax raced down my spine.
The hot spray of cum on my skin set off my own explosion, as Cooper’s ass clenched around me and milked me dry. He was panting by my ear, prayers to God and odes to myself, but as we both drifted down from the ultimate high, it was me who should be thanking God.
Not only for putting me in that alley to save Cooper that night, but for his being there to save me right back.
Cooper was everything I never knew I wanted. And now that I had him, I’d be damned if I ever let him go.