Chapter 18 #3
“Oh fuck.” My eyes widen, realizing what that must have sounded like. “No, no, not like that. I’m happy you’re here, over the moon, really. My family loves you. It’s just that I want to touch you, kiss you, do other things,” I mumble the last part. “But I can’t and it sucks—”
“One night, Blake. Only one night. We’re going to have a great day tomorrow. Just think of all the food.” He groans.
“Really? I’m telling you I want your hands all over me, doing naughty things to me and it’s the food that makes you moan?” I raise a brow.
“What?!” He chuckles. “I’m a sucker for a good home cooked supper. A turkey dinner is my favorite kind.”
He’s not wrong. And my grandma makes the best holiday meals.
“I have an idea.” A grin takes over his face and this one has me worried.
“Do I wanna know?”
“Just wait up okay? Don’t go to sleep. I’ll be back in an hour. Gotta make sure everyone is sleeping, so they don’t hear us sneaking out.”
“We’re sneaking out?” My brows furrow. “To where?”
“You’ll see.”
Cooper kisses me goodbye and I head back to the room I’m staying in. I sit there and wonder what this wild man has planned. The last time I went somewhere with him, without any knowledge of what we were doing, we ended up egging Mickey and his friends.
Huh. Maybe I should trust him. The last time turned out to be a lot of fun..
After the longest hour, there’s a light knock at my door. Rushing to it, I pull it open and find Cooper standing there, grinning. “Let’s go before anyone spots us.”
“Where are we going?” I whisper-hiss, following after him.
“You’re grandparents don’t have any kinds of alarms do they?”
“Not that I know of, no. Why?”
He says nothing, and instead opens the front door. “Cooper, everything is closed this time of night. Why are we leaving the house?”
“We’re not going far,” Cooper promises.
Muttering to myself as I follow him, we stop at his car. “See? We’re here.”
“Your car?” I ask him slowly. “So, we’re just going to sit in there? And do what, talk?”
“I mean, there will be talking involved.” He chuckles, opening the back door rather than the driver's side. He gets in and my brow furrows. “But I don’t have any plans of just sitting here.”
Understanding dawns on me and a rush of arousal floods my system.
“You just gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you getting in?” The smug smile on his face makes me want to roll my eyes, but the need for him wins out.
With nervous excitement, I slide into the backseat of the car after him.He closes the door and the little light on the roof of the car starts to fade, sending us into darkness.
“So, this is awkward,” I mumble.
“No it’s not.” He chuckles, as I feel touch of his fingers brush against my face, making me jump. “Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I mutter.
He chuckles again, this time softer. “My little bunny rabbit is going shy on me again. How cute.”
“Bunny rabbit?”
“Yeah, my horny little bunny.” He snickers.
“Don’t even dare start with a new nickname,” I grumble. “Two is enough.”
“Ahh, but it’s so cute.” He chuckles. “And you have three actually.”
“Three?”
“Latte Boy, because it reminds me of when we first met.
" He brushes his thumb against my jawline, making me shiver, pleasure shooting right to my cook. “Blakey Poo, because I know it annoys you and I can’t help but poke fun.” He leans in and brushes his lips against mine, making my whole body break out into goose bumps.
“And Kitten,” he murmurs. “Because you're adorably cute and feisty. It makes me rock fucking hard when your claws come out.”
My heart is pounding in my chest, a giddy, happy feeling flooding me.
“Like this.” He grabs my hand and places it on the bulge in his sleep shorts.
I groan, my hand squeezing his hot, heavy length through the fabric.
Cooper lets out a curse. “Fuck,” he groans. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Show me,” I practically beg.
His lips are on mine in an instant. They move together hungrily. I let out a needy whimper, grabbing the back of his head and kissing him roughly.
He groans, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his lap, so that I’m straddling him.
“Need you,” I whine as I kiss him again. “Need you so bad.”
“I got you, baby.” He’s breathing just as heavy as I am now. “I always have you.”
This man. I never thought I’d love a person as much as I love him, but here I am, head over heels, obsessed with him. I honestly can’t see my life without him in it. I don’t want to.
“Let me make you feel good.”
“Okay.” I nod eagerly.
Cooper reaches between us, pulling the front of my sleep pants down. My cock springs free, heavy and needy.
When he wraps his hand around my shaft, giving it a firm stroke, my eyes roll back and my lips part on a slutty little moan. “Cooper.”
“That’s it, baby. You sound so fucking hot like this. I wish I could see the look on your face right now,” he growls softly.
I thrust into his hand, my hips rocking on their own accord. I need more, so much more.
His lips are on mine again. We kiss like we can’t get enough of one another. I know I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never get enough of him.
My hands are all over him, grabbing and groping. He continues to drive me wild. My balls fill, heavy and aching to be emptied.
I reach between us, tugging at his shorts. He seems to get the message, pulling his lips from mine, panting heavily and adjusting himself, so I can free his cock.
I’m about to reach for it, do to him what he’s doing to me, but he takes his cock and presses it against mine, his massive hand wrapping around both of our cocks.
When he adds pressure, pressing them against each other I nearly blow my load.
“Holy shit,” I whimper.
“You feel so fucking good against me.” Cooper leans back and I do the same, giving him enough room to stroke the both of us.
Hand on his shoulder, I look down, eyes adjusting to the dark as the street lights glow through the window.
It’s a pretty sight, the both of us connected like this.
His shaft is hot against mine, his hands a little rough, but I love the way he feels.
Cooper works the both of us over, and with each stroke, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“That's it, baby. Fuck. You feel so good against me.”
“Harder,” I beg, rocking my hips, gliding my cock against his. “Please. I need more.” I need him inside me but this isn’t the place to have our first time. This is more than enough for right now. It’s amazing. He feels perfect against me.
He works us over harder and faster, grunting some of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
“So fucking perfect. That's what you are. Did you know that?”
“You are.” I kiss him. “I can’t get enough of you.” The words I want to say are on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it down.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Blake. I’m addicted. The sweetest drug.”
We kiss, every stroke of his tongue has pleasure shooting down my spine and going straight to my balls. I fuck into his hand, my urges taking over. I kiss him harder, grabbing and tugging at his hair.
“I’m close.” I pull my lips from his, pressing my forehead against his.
“So am I.” He runs his finger over the pre-cum leaking from our tips, rubbing the sticky fluid over our shafts, adding lubrication as he moves faster. When he reaches the top, he squeezes both our heads, making me gasp, as I tuck my face into the crook of his neck.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Let me make you feel good. You gonna be a good boy and cum for me?”
“Oh god,” I whimper, head spinning, body humming. He feels so damn good. What he’s doing to me is indescribable.
When I’m with him, I feel on top of the world.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant against his throat, my orgasm hurtling toward the edge. “Don’t stop, Cooper. I’m going to cum.”
“Yeah you are,” he growls. “Cum for me. Make a mess of me.”
That pushes me over the edge. I bite onto Cooper’s neck, sinking my teeth into his flesh as I let out the most pathetic moan of my life.
My cock jerks violently in his grasp, cum shooting out and making a mess of his chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Cooper works his hand faster, making my orgasm go on for what feels like forever. A second later, he lets out one of the hottest groans. His cock pulsing against mine as he finds his own release.
Once he’s done draining me for everything I have, I slump against his chest.
We stay like that for a while, just the two of us recovering from something amazing, only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the space around us.
Before meeting Cooper, the only things I really felt were anger, resentment, and pity.
When I’m with him, I feel loved, supported, cherished, wanted, needed and every positive indescribable feeling.
The way he makes me feel has become an addiction.
His hand rubs up and down my back, and like a sleepy cat, I lean into his touch. He chuckles. “Feel good?”
“So good,” I murmur, my eyelids growing heavy.
“I’m glad, but no falling asleep okay? We gotta clean up and head back inside.”
Groaning, I lean back and look between us. Our mixed releases are shining in the glow of the streetlight.
“As hot as this was, it might not have been the best idea. How do we clean this up? I’m not heading back into my grandparent’s place covered in cum.”
“I have some tissues in here somewhere,” Cooper says. “Check the glove compartment.”
Leaning backward, I reach into the front and grab the box. We clean each other up, stuffing the dirty tissues into the garbage bag he has attached to the back of his seat. “We need to empty that as soon as we leave tomorrow. Your car is going to smell like cum.”
“Ew.” He chuckles. “Yeah, good idea.”
“Hot, but messy,” I grumble.
“Yeah, but it was worth it, wasn’t it?” he asks, amusement in his tone.
“So worth it.” We tuck our cocks away. I stay on his lap, kissing him some more before we sneak back into the house.
“See you tomorrow,” he whispers, winking as I drop him at his room.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” I groan.
He kisses me. “Go to sleep.”
As I leave, he slaps my ass. I shoot him a glaring look, but he slips into his room, closing the door behind him.
While I wait to fall asleep, I wish I was with Cooper. Knowing he’s in the room down the hall and not here with me drives me crazy. I feel needy, lonely.
The next morning, Cooper sends me knowing looks, taunting me about what we did last night. My face flushes pink every time we lock eyes.
It’s hard to keep it together throughout dinner, knowing we were doing something so hot and dirty outside my grandparent’s house. What if someone noticed what we were doing and came out to check on us? They could have caught us with our hands on one another’s cocks.
Still, it was one of the hottest moments of my life, and now I want more. I want everything this man is willing to give me. I want it all, every little thing. As long as it’s from him, with him, by him, I want it.
Cooper is my forever, now I just have to pray he feels the same way about me.
Because to me, this isn’t some crush, or some fling. I want him for life. Maybe that makes me crazy, maybe we’re going too fast, but I know what my heart wants and that’s him.