Chapter 19
Cooper
Everything in me is screaming, begging me to stop, to drop to the ground in defeat. I refuse to. The win is so close I can fucking taste it.
The scream of the crowd is a distant echo, their shouts of excitement and encouragement barely registering.
It’s not their approval I want.
We lost a few games over the last few weeks and it’s put me in a funk. Blake was nothing but supportive and kept encouraging me that we’d do better next time.
I’m winning this game for him.
It helps that I have extra motivation. Before the game, my dad let me know that he was going away for the weekend, something about one of his friends having a bachelor party.
I didn’t question him. He’s gone and that means a free house for the weekend.
That's exactly what we’re looking for, a place that's just us, even for a short time.
No worries that someone might hear us, or interrupt us.
Hours of being able to show Blake just how much I crave him, how much I adore him.
Blood pumping, heart racing, I decide to go for it and when I see my opening, I take it. Cocking my arm back, I let the ball fly. It sails through the air.
My heart slams against my rib cage as I watch it, waiting, the anticipation killing me.
And then the receiver grabs it out of the air and runs over the goal line. “Fuck yes!” I roar, a grin so wide splitting my face. The whole stadium loses it. My teammates rush me, grabbing at me, cheering and shouting, whooping and hollering. We fucking won!
I’ll never get tired of this feeling.
After celebrating with my teammates, I push away from the group and search for Blake. The moment I see him standing in the crowd, a smile almost as big as mine on his handsome face, I start jogging his way.
He makes his way down to the field and the moment I reach him, I’m scooping him up in my arms.
“You fucking did it!” He laughs.
“Hell yeah we did.” I put him back on his feet, then cradle the back of his head, as I kiss him roughly.
“I’m so proud of you.” He pants against my lips. “I knew you could do it.”
Pulling back, I see his cheeks are his usual pink. People are around us, probably gawking, but Blake doesn’t seem to care. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me again.
My whole body lights up as I groan against his lips, my cock thickening against my cup uncomfortably.
Blake has opened up a lot since we started dating. I'm seeing a new side of him and I’m just as obsessed with this side as I am with the rest.
I was worried that I’d scare him off with my need to always touch him, but my angry little kitten is just as much of a cuddle bug as I am.
His biggest boundary is not messing around where people we know, or our family, could catch us, and that's a very fair boundary to have.
Funny enough, my man still gets flustered when I bring up the library incident. I think he might have a bit of an exhibitionist kink because strangers catching us doesn’t seem to be a turn off. Honestly, it excites me too, but that’s not something I’m going to push any time soon.
I want Blake all to myself, no other eyes but mine. I can’t get enough of him, he’s become my everything. When I’m not around him, he’s all I think about, worry about, and crave. Maybe it’s not healthy, but I don’t care. I plan on making this man mine forever some day.
People might say we’re young, or that our feelings will change, but I don’t believe they will. If anything, my feelings for him grow stronger every day. I’m looking forward to all the little adventures we will get up to, and the memories we’ll make after graduating.
I haven’t talked to Blake about the future much, yet.
I’m afraid it may scare him off, so it’s not worth the risk.
But every time he talks about something we’ll do some day, or what kind of house we can live in, kids we might have, all the cats he wants us to adopt, I get the feeling that I won’t have to worry about him not wanting a forever with me.
After one more kiss, I pull back. “Wait for me outside the locker room, okay?” The high of the win just adds to the excitement of what's to come tonight. “We’re going to celebrate.”
“Okay.” He nods, biting his lower lip. Fuck, he’s so adorable.
I beeline back to the locker room with the rest of the team. I’m out of my gear and in the showers in record time. I scrub my body like my life depends on it, wanting to get all the grime and stink off of me. I want to be clean as clean can be if I’m going to have my man tonight.
Maybe I’ll take another one when we get home. With Blake. Fuck. My cock perks up, loving that idea very much.
As I’m getting out, some of the guys invite me out to celebrate, but I decline.
Gear bag in hand, I head out and see Blake and our friends waiting.
“Coopy!” Val cheers. “You did amazing! That winning throw. Holy fuck.” She fans herself.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Stop it.”
“Never.” She winks. “Alright, so where are we going to celebrate? Party at the football house? A bar? Maybe a club?”
“I love you girls. You’re my besties for life, but we won’t be celebrating with you tonight. However, don’t let that stop you, go out and have fun.”
“What?” Val pouts. “You’re not?”
“We’re not?” Blake asks, brows furrowed together.
“Nope. We’re heading back to my place.”
“We are?” Blake raises a brow. “I thought we were going out with our friends tonight.”
“That was the plan until I got a message from my dad that he’s going away for the weekend with his friends. And we have the house all to ourselves for two whole nights.”
His face flushes and I can see the change in his breathing, understanding what I’m hinting at.
“Yeah, sorry, girls. We can’t go out tonight.” Blake grabs my hand and starts tugging me toward the parking lot. “We have plans.”
“You might not be coming out with us, but someone will be cumming!” Val cackles. “That's my boy!”
I snort out a laugh. “Of course Val would be our sex cheerleader.”
“Normally I’d be embarrassed by her screaming that with people around But now that we are finally, after nearly two months, getting the house to ourselves? I couldn’t care less. I want to go home now, Cooper. Right now.” The desperation in his eyes has me nearly falling to my knees.
“Then let’s go home,” I growl, tugging him into my arms. “I can’t wait to fucking devour you, Blake.”
He whimpers against my lips, kissing me until we’re both panting like crazy.
The drive home is a little blurry because all I can do is think about Blake. A very naked Blake. With my hands and tongue on him, cock inside of him.
We’re both out of the car and rushing to the front door, like a couple of horny teenagers getting some time alone. In a way, I guess we are.
I wonder if it would be too soon to ask Blake if he wants to get a place with me? If we move in together, we can have all the privacy we want.
Maybe I should wait until after graduation. That would be more realistic.
I just know after this weekend with him, once I finally get him in every way I’ve been craving, I’m going to want more. So much more. I know for a fact I’ll never get sick of being with Blake. This obsession for him will never die.
The house is dark when we get inside. Flicking on the light, I kick my shoes off and lock the door.
“So, what now?” Blake asks, looking around the house then back to me. He’s nervous now that we’re here and reality is sinking in.
He has nothing to be worried about. I’m going to make sure I take very good care of him. “We don’t have to rush. We can take our time.”
He licks his lips and nods.
“How about a shower?”
“Didn’t you just take one?”
My lips kick into a smile. “Yeah, but something tells me a shower with you will be a hell of a lot more fun. Don’t you think?”
His pupils dilate and his breathing changes. I can tell he likes the idea as much as I do. “Yes,” he whispers.
“Come on, baby. Let me clean you up, before I get you all dirty.” I grin.
“That was so corny, yet my cock is very much down for it,” he groans.
“Good.” I chuckle as I take his hand, leading him upstairs. “I approve of your dick’s approval."
When we reach the top, we start to strip one another out of our clothes, stealing kisses as we go. We’re laughing softly as we fumble, pure excitement and anticipation flooding my veins.
Once we’re both naked, we stumble our way to the bathroom, neither of us wanting to break the kiss.
My lips move against his as I blindly reach for the tap. “Shit!” he screams.
“Oh fuck,” I shout as cold water streams down on us. We both start laughing as I work to make it a lot warmer.
“Better.” I smile at him as the water beating down on us starts warming up. “Oh no.” I snicker. “Your glasses.”
He shrugs, grinning as he grabs the back of my head and kisses me again. I moan, my hands roaming his body, sliding up his stomach, around to his back and down to his ass. I grab two handfuls and squeeze, making him moan against my lips.
“Let’s get you clean.”
Grabbing the shampoo, I take my time washing Blake. He relaxes into my touch, eyes fluttering closed as I wash his hair.
Chuckling softly, I kiss his cheek. He blinks his eyes open and smiles. I love this man. I love this man so much it hurts and I plan on telling him tonight. He’s it for me. I don’t want anyone else in this world. Only him.
After I rinse his hair, he starts scrubbing his body, paying extra attention to his ass and dick.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he grumbles, his cheeks going bright pink.
“I’m not looking at you like anything.” I laugh. “You're so damn cute.”
He rolls his eyes and finishes rinsing off.
“Done.”
“You sure?” I give him a playful smile. “Turn around, hands on the wall. Let me get a good look.”
“What?” His brows furrow together.
“Trust me.” I wink.
He gives me an odd look but does what I say.
Chuckling to myself I get down on my knees behind him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.