Chapter 6 Silas #2
I was dizzy with lust by the time he hopped up and strode toward the house, leaving my starry-eyed, horned-up ass to struggle out of the snowbank on my own.
A hot shower was followed by a BJ so spectacular, I almost lost consciousness. I fell asleep for a while and woke up in an empty bed. I found Cooper typing away on his laptop on his kitchen island, a pair of glasses perched on his nose while he spoke to someone on speaker.
“—move the timber from lot four to lot two. It was treated last month.”
Cooper grunted. “Yeah, it’s ready for shipment, but nothing is happening for now. The roads are closed and…”
“Hi,” I whispered, winking as his hungry gaze traversed my bare chest.
Christ, I was hard again. Maybe it was the glasses or his muscular forearms revealed by the rolled up sleeves of his ubiquitous plaid shirt. Maybe it was the way he sat with his thighs spread, stretching worn denim over his substantial bulge.
Or maybe it was all in that look.
Cooper was a big man…a strong man. I was taller and probably stronger, but I hadn’t felt like anything special in a long time.
Perhaps that was part of the turn-on. He noticed me, he wanted me. And geez, I wasn’t wearing a jersey and I didn’t have a football handy. It was a sweet fantasy to think someone might like me for me and not my job—or former job.
I showed my thanks by unbuttoning his shirt, sliding my splayed palms across his pecs from behind. I tweaked his nipples, licked the shell of his earlobe, and slowly unbuckled his belt.
“They’re saying the Elmwood Pass might open late this afternoon, but I think that’s for emergency vehicles. We won’t get a truck through till tomorrow,” the voice continued as I unzipped his jeans and slipped my fingers around his cotton-clad shaft.
Cooper’s eyes flashed in warning, but he didn’t stop me. “All right. Send out an all-staff email and we’ll do what we can from home. I’ll plan to be in my office…uh…”
I tightened my grip and tugged the elastic over his tip, then rubbed my thumb through the bead of precum. Cooper froze. And just when I was sure he’d push me away, he lifted his hips, lowered his boxer briefs and jeans, and pointed south.
The guy on the line sounded vaguely concerned. “You okay, Coop?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Incoming text…I got distracted.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair as I took him in, sucking his dick enthusiastically.
Cooper’s thrusting hips and intense gaze were the only encouragement I needed.
“No problem. We’ll talk later.”
Cooper mumbled something that might have been good-bye before he ended the call and gave his full attention to fucking my mouth.
If anyone had ever suggested I’d get off by being told I was a sweet cocksucker, I’d have punched them.
But the nasty accolades that rolled off Cooper’s tongue revved my motor like nothing had in forever.
I was dirty in the best possible way. I was greedy, I was a cock whore, I was his boy, I was whatever he needed me to be. The praise kept coming—so good, so good, so good.
“Stop.”
I sat on my heels and blinked up at him. “What do you—”
“My room,” he commanded. “Now.”
The trip upstairs was a blur of motion and color as we stripped and fell onto Cooper’s king-sized bed.
My dick was a steel rod now, pulsing and throbbing against my lower abs. I hissed as he gripped my length and kissed a path from my inner thigh to my balls…and my hole.
Whoa. We were going there.
“Ohhh…”
“Relax for me. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Famous last words before he sucked my balls, one at a time, then circled my hole with the pad of his finger, still jacking my cock nice and slow. Holy shit. It felt good.
I moaned, swaying my hips insistently. I wanted that finger inside me. Make it two. But the tip of his tongue grazed my entrance and I forgot my name, address, and home planet.
Cooper chuckled, his nose brushing the base of my cock as he slipped a finger inside. I had no shame whatsoever. I spread myself open to give him all the room he needed, reveling in the sensual onslaught.
Two, maybe three digits moving in and out…
Cooper tonguing my balls or lapping precum from my slit…
It was too much yet not enough.
“Hang on,” I choked out.
He paused, glancing up at me with glistening lips, his eyes blazing with desire. For me. It made me feel powerful and bold. I bent forward and crashed my mouth to his, infusing every sigh and twist of my tongue with pleas for more…more, more.
“Tell me what you want,” he purred, rocking his hips and gliding his erection alongside mine.
I wasn’t sure how to ask for what I wanted, no—needed. And truthfully, I’d always thought that if I’d ended up in bed like this with a man, I’d be the one on top.
But now…
“You. Your cock. Inside me.”
I propped my head on the pillow, my heart slamming against my rib cage as he reached for the supplies. He tore a foiled wrapper and rolled a condom on his rigid pole.
“Let me see you,” he commanded, pouring lube onto his fingers. My breath hitched as he massaged my pucker. “Fuck, that’s a pretty hole.”
“Just…do it.”
“Look at me, Si.” Cooper waited for me to obey. “Have you done this?”
“Taken it up the ass? No.”
“That mouth of yours probably gets you in a lot of trouble. Shh. We’re gonna take this nice and slow. If you want to stop, we stop.”
I met his gaze and exhaled shakily. “Okay, but…I think I’m ready.”
“I know you are.” He kissed my knee as he scooted between my legs. “Eyes on me.”
Cooper positioned himself over me and pushed. I winced at the flash of pain and panted through a wave of intense discomfort.
Okay…this wasn’t so great.
Cooper went still.
He shushed me, rubbing his thumb at my hairline and kissing my cheek.
It was sweet…so sweet. I searched for his mouth instinctively and rested my hands on his hips.
He inched his way inside, breathing in my jagged gasps for air.
Cooper hadn’t been joking about going slow.
I braced for a harsh thrust that never came.
He was balls deep in my ass, filling me completely. It was almost too much. I had to will myself to relax.
“I think you’re supposed to move or something,” I croaked out.
Cooper huffed affectionately. “Smartass.”
But then he rolled his hips, rocking forward and back, and yeah…that was good.
“Yeah, I like that. More.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. Cooper set a steady pace…it was almost gentle. All traces of pain disappeared, and now it was only pleasure. And when he hit that one spot… Holy shit.
Cooper growled. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
My sarcastic “I thought that was what we were doing” never surfaced.
He moved faster, his cock hitting a sweet spot that made my toes curl at each pass.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on, urging Cooper to “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I heard the desperation in my voice, and I probably should have been embarrassed by my lack of chill, but I was all in.
Being pinned and fucked within an inch of my life by a sexy beast of a lumberjack was my new favorite thing. I raked my fingernails down his back, gripped his perfect bubble butt, and arched to meet him thrust for thrust.
Cooper buried his face in my neck, licking, nipping, kissing, as he pumped his hips. So fucking good, but I was already close. Too close. I slipped my hand between our bodies to finish myself off and—
“On your knees,” Cooper barked.
He gave me space to comply, his razor-sharp baby blues watching me fumble onto all fours, his proud cock pointing at the ceiling.
Christ, he was insanely hot. A masculine, bearded, tough guy with calloused hands intent on taking me apart should have made me nervous, but this was the fantasy that had lurked in my mind for decades. This, right here. Him.
Cooper entered me quickly, no soft words this time. That was okay. I didn’t need coddling. I wanted him to give me everything he had. I could take it. And I did. He pushed me flat, one hand pressed between my shoulder blades, the other tugging my hair as he fucked me into the mattress.
“Fuck, yes…yes…fuck!” I tried to get to my cock, but Cooper was faster.
“I got you. Come on. Come for me.”
I roared through the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It hit like a meteor and sent me flying. And Cooper was right there with me, bucking his hips furiously and trembling.
Neither of us moved…or talked afterward. I didn’t know about Cooper, but I was in no hurry to reenter the land of the living.
I came to in waves, my surroundings clicking into place like shards of shattered glass taped together in a mosaic. It was disorienting as fuck, and just as I started to think I’d fallen down a rabbit hole like Alice in fucking Wonderland, Cooper was there, pulling me against his chest…holding me.
Why did I love this? Who the fuck was I?