21. Finally
Finally
COOPER
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jon asked. “Talking,” he clarified. He was right, but I sighed dramatically anyway.
“Maybe not, but imagine the things we could’ve done instead.”
Jon fought off a smile.
“I’m trying to do right by you,” he pointed out. “The least you could do is help.”
“But I am helping. I’m helping you simply by existing.”
Jon snorted, but he couldn’t hide it—he thought I was funny.
“If you really want to do right by me, you should finish that sentence,” I added, fidgeting with the water bottle. “You said I’m the only person you—what? I don’t care if it’s something bad, but I need to know.”
Obviously, I cared—I’d die if it was something bad. But I still needed to know.
He took a deep breath.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever seen myself with.”
I didn’t dare breathe. I wanted to bubble-wrap the feeling so nothing could shatter it.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“It’s always been you,” he said. He paused, searching for words. “From the start, you got under my skin. And lately, you’ve made me think about things like . . . a future.”
“A future?” I repeated, as if I’d heard the word for the first time in my life. Jon gave me a look like he knew I was messing with him, but I didn’t care. He’d made me wait, so what if I wanted him to sweat a little?
“You’ve made me dream about an actual fucking future with kids and a dog and some stupid house in the suburbs!”
Suddenly, I didn’t want to push him anymore.
I just wanted him to know that whatever he was willing to give me, I’d take.
That a future with him was the only future I’d ever wanted.
I tried to wrap my head around it. Jon Beckett—calm, impossible, larger than life Jon Beckett—dreamed about a family with me.
“I want all that too,” I whispered. “But it won’t be a stupid house. It’ll be the best house, with all the kids and dogs and even cats if you want.” I sniffed. “Rabbits are cute too, but I’ve heard they chew cords, and that might be bad for your computer.”
Jon stood up and walked around the table, stopping in front of me. He grabbed my hand, then pulled me up.
“Fuck, Coop. Now I want a rabbit,” Jon muttered.
Then his mouth curved into a smirk and the smirk turned into an unhurried once-over.
He was really letting himself look at me, and I was enjoying it.
A lot. Slowly, his eyes moved from my head to my toes and up again.
I found myself standing a little taller, rolling my shoulders back, suddenly desperate for him to see me in the best possible light.
He noticed and nodded in approval, making me ridiculously pleased with my efforts to. . . stand upright.
“I think we’re done talking for now,” he said quietly, his hand lifting my chin. My breath stuttered. Jon’s expression changed from soft to dark and intimate.
“It’s time to reward this very good—” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Very patient—” he murmured before biting gently at my lower lip. “Very pretty Omega.”
A small whimper slipped out of me. “You think I’m pretty?”
He pushed a curl off my forehead and looked at me.
“There’s no one prettier than you, Coop.”
I blushed. “How are you going to reward me?” I whispered.
“Remember what I said earlier? Get on the bed.”
The words hit like a physical shove. I scrambled eagerly onto the mattress, blood rushing south.
“Clothes off.”
I’d never removed a shirt so fast in my life. Jon wasn’t wasting time either.
“You’re shaking,” he noticed, his thumb tracing my cheek. “Nervous?”
“Excited,” I said, then flinched. What made me say that? Now I sounded like the uncoolest kid on the block. “Don’t get smug,” I muttered.
“I’m not smug,” he murmured against my neck. “I’m the luckiest.”
Then he sucked the sensitive skin right over my scent gland.
I gasped, my entire body jolting at the sensation.
It was terrifying how a spot I’d barely been aware of a day ago could suddenly derail my entire system.
Under Jon’s mouth, the gland felt like a direct line to my cock.
I tilted my head further, baring my neck to give him better access, because it felt like a non-negotiable need.
He hummed in approval, licking the spot he’d just sucked, letting his own scent hit me all at once.
It was overwhelming, flooding my senses so perfectly that I let out a satisfied sigh.
“We’re not rushing this,” he said, just when I was about to combust from sheer pleasure. “I’m taking my time with you.”
“What else is new?” I complained. “You’re the king of taking things slowly.”
He smacked my ass, making me gasp in surprise.
“My brat needs management?”
“N-no,” I stuttered. “I’m good.”
Smirking, Jon let his hand slide down my side. Then he stopped. “Fuck!”
I blinked up at him, dazed. “What?”
“I don’t have condoms.”
I stared at him. “Why not?”
He stared back. “Why the fuck would I have brought condoms? You weren’t even speaking to me when we left.”
“Oh, Jon.”
Holding eye contact, I reached into my gym bag. I fumbled open the side pocket and pulled out one foil pack. Then another. Then a few more. His gaze dropped to the small pile in my hand, then lifted slowly back to my face.
“You have to be fucking kidding me.”
“I told you,” I said, unable to stop the smug edge creeping into my voice. “I knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting forever.”
“I have no words.”
“How about prepared?” I said lightly, leaning back on my elbows. “Or optimistic. Those are pretty good words.”
I paused.
“It’s also possible that I packed them with the idea of making you jealous.”
I smiled when he glared at me.
“Oh yes. I was going to take them all out and ponder my possibilities.”
“Brat. The things I’m about to do to you,” Jon murmured, his hands sliding down to my waist.
“You’d better do them all.”
His mouth followed the line of my stomach until he found my navel piercing.
“This has been driving me mad,” he growled against my skin, his tongue swirling around the metal.
Then he moved lower, his lips finding the tip of my cock again, his tongue teasing the slit until my thoughts shattered completely.
Jon licked and sucked, taking me so deep that I could feel the hot tightness of his throat.
The sensation dragged me under an intense wave of pleasure.
I was babbling, my fingers clawing at the sheets just to stay anchored.
When his finger slid inside to stretch my aching, slick entrance, I let out a broken sound.
“I’m ready for more,” I panted, clenching around his finger. The double stimulation of his finger and mouth made me lose my composure, and I was worried I was going to erupt without warning—again.
Jon released my cock with a wet sound. “You need to take three fingers before I can fuck you like you deserve to be fucked,” he said, the promise in his words making me moan. “Now, get on all fours and present yourself for me.”
I blushed. Presenting myself to him was almost a desperate urge, but at the same time, it felt embarrassing. Eventually, I did as I was told, flipping over and spreading my cheeks for him.
He groaned. “Fuck, Coop. You should see yourself. You’re perfect. So beautiful.” He slid his finger right back inside, immediately adding a second that made me gasp.
“Stay still for me,” he commanded, and then his fingers hit my heat-swollen sweet spot so perfectly I almost came right then. He noticed, keeping up the relentless pressure until I begged him to stop. I’d waited so long for this, and I wanted to feel him inside me before I came again.
“So much slick,” he murmured approvingly, adding the third finger. “Such a good Omega. Next time, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come. I need you inside me now, please.”
He flipped me easily so I was on my back again, then he tore open the foil and rolled on the condom while I ogled him and his beautiful, thick cock—all flushed and huge.
Slick coated my thighs as he placed himself at my entrance.
I felt the initial sting when he pushed past my rim, but the stretch quickly melted into more pleasure than pressure.
Soon, he filled me completely, just like he’d promised, and I clenched around him, begging him to fuck me harder.
“You’re so tight,” Jon rasped, his breath hitching.
“You’re fucking made for me.” Sinking deeper, he crashed his mouth against mine.
Maybe it was the whole Omega-Alpha thing or just the fact that he was Jon and I was Cooper, but having him thrust his tongue into my mouth while his cock was buried balls deep in me made the pleasure almost too much to bear.
“That . . . feels . . . so good,” I managed to gasp after we stopped kissing to get some air. I clung to him like I was drowning, making embarrassing little noises and baring my neck to him.
Jon smirked, his hips starting a faster rhythm. “I’m glad my Omega approves.”
“Yes,” I sobbed, completely lost in my heat. “Claim me. I want to be yours.”
His focus never left me as he thrust into me harder, driving us both toward the edge.
“You are mine,” he growled. “You’ve always been mine. I’m never letting you go.”
I could feel myself tightening around him even more, accommodating him the best I could. “Yes,” I cried. “Please, I need to come.”
His arm was under my knee as he sank even deeper, and suddenly cum shot over my abs and chest without him even touching my cock. My body was bucking under him as the orgasm almost shattered me to pieces, and I said his name hoarsely, over and over, until he came too.
He didn’t pull away immediately. He just tucked his head into my neck, his heavy arm draped over my waist. He held me as I trembled and shook and cried.
“I’m here,” he said, smoothing a damp curl from my face. He gave me a searching look. “You okay?”
I nodded against his chest, swallowing past the tightness in my throat.
“Never better,” I managed, my voice shaking but determined. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second before nudging my nose against his neck. “But we need to do this again before we leave.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh before dealing with the condom. Then he rolled back over, his arm tightening around my waist to pull me flush against his chest. An exhausted grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I snorted.
“Seriously, though. You should’ve seen your face when I pulled out all those condoms.”
“As soon as I get the chance, I’m getting tested. Then we won’t need them anymore.”
“But that means we’ll have to use like twenty of them before this trip ends.”
Jon gave me a look. I reached for my phone.
“I’m texting Grandpa that we’re running slightly behind schedule.”