Chapter 14 Cooper
Cooper
My feet scurry across the deep snow, stepping over tree roots and pine needles, branches whipping my arms, the moonlight guiding my eyes. My heart races with a tremendous fury, as my breath frosts the air, my lungs spasming from the freezing air.
Run Boy, Run.
Those words play on repeat in my skull, a manic chant. His voice lingering like a phantom in my mind.
I can't help but to feel elated and terrified, caught in the intersection of reality and fantasy. Every heartbeat thrashes in my ears, like my veins might burst from adrenaline. My footprints leave a trail behind me. He’s giving me a headstart. What an honorable man. A hunter with manners.
A laugh bubbles out of me, ragged and ridiculous. “This is insane,” I whisper to myself and any animals that aren’t hibernating.
What would he do when he caught me?
The question rips through me, forceful enough to spread my ribs. Part of me hopes it’s violent, another part hopes it’s gentle—maybe both if I’m lucky.
Or maybe this is it. The end. A setup from Candace to take me out. To clean up any possible mistakes the family has to do to keep themselves from being exposed. He could snap my neck in an instant and throw me in a bear’s lair and no one would ever know.
My boots slip on a patch of ice, nearly sending me face-first into my own premature grave. “Shit!” I hiss. “If this doesn’t kill me, hypothermia will.”
Behind me, I hear crunches in the snow. Slow, heavy thuds. Not sprints. He’s stalking. Playing with his prey.
“Come on, boy,” his voice drifts from the distance. “Don’t let me catch you.”
The sound of his voice shatters through me, smooth, playful, and close. Too close. It slithers down my spine, every nerve buzzing in twisted anticipation.
“Not planning on it!” I shout back, through my struggling lungs.
The snow is deep enough to swallow my ankles, every step chilling my calves through the denim. The trees begin to blur together. My legs cramp like they’ve done a twenty-four-hour shift without a sip of caffeine.
“Jesus,” I mutter between gulps of air. “This is what I get for flirting with a serial killer.”
Then it hits me like an iced puck to the face—am I a serial killer now?
Or just one in training? One by coercion?
The question rattles in my skull, a dizzying puzzle of horror and weird pride.
There’s something intoxicating the way it sounds—to be feared.
I mean sure, I only have two on my resume, so it’s not exactly a prolific career ascension yet.
But two, nonetheless. That’s two more than the average Midwestern med student.
I know I’m not innocent. He didn’t force me to gouge those chopsticks through her eyeballs. I enjoyed the aftermath. The power that surges through your veins after you hear the last breath squeeze out from their lungs. The godlike stillness that overcomes their corpse.
I laugh, a deranged chuckle that pierces the air, because this is what my life has become: a murder-in-training residency while running from my mentor for professional development.
I dodge a branch, avoiding a walloping to the forehead, maybe next week we can trial homicidal Pilates.
My foot slips on a tree root, my hands meeting the frigid snow, while my mouth tastes the mix of powder and frozen dirt. The cold sensation sends a tremble through my core, causing my rear cheeks to quiver. This is it. I’m done running.
Maybe I should call my mom, let her know that I should be in psych ward, but where’s the fun in that? I don’t need a straight jacket. I need the thrill.
I’m ready for whatever he wants to do to me. Whether it’s to hang my femur from a tamarack branch like a Christmas ornament or choke me out while devouring my mouth.
Then I hear the footsteps crunching behind me.
“Well, well, well, my little mouse,” Reed says, his words rolling through my shivering bones. “Looks like we have some work to do in the snow.”
“What are you waiting for?” I ask him, my mouth hanging open.
He hops onto me, his frame sinking me deeper into the snow, his steaming heat warming my soul. “What am I waiting for?”
I nod my head, my brain entering temporary paralysis. I can feel the growth of his bulge against my crease, the bulb pressing in. It’s overwhelming, like gravity flipped upside down.
“Go on then, teach your apprentice a lesson,” I murmur, my voice shaky.
Reed chuckles, low and dark. “Oh, Cooper. I’ll teach you.”
His teeth meet my nape, grazing my skin tenderly. I moan out in surprise. He pulls my hair to arch my neck towards the sky, as if he’s offering me to the moon.
“I’ve been waiting ages for this,” he growls, his grip tightening against my roots.
He holds my flexed skull for a long moment to the heavens, my vision narrowing to our frosty breaths clouding the air. His grip is firm, but not savage.
“Reed,” I whisper, swallowing the gulp in my throat. “Take control.”
He growls against my neck, the vibration shunting through my vertebrae. “You are mine, Cooper. You understand? I’ll kill anybody for you.”
I shudder, my brain flooding with euphoria, tingles of unfiltered joy sparkling across my temples—like the aurora borealis is playing a private show for only me to see.
“Would you kill me?” I ask, as my heart claws against my ribs, unsure whether to flee or burst. My whole body shudders with contradiction—terror and thrill tangling until they cloud my judgement in a foggy, frozen mess.
He pauses for a long second, his lungs stopping. When he speaks, his breath tickles my ear. “Only if you ask nicely.”
Before the grin can overtake my mouth, his lips smash into mine, the smell of his woody sweat penetrating my nostrils. I moan through his tongue, swallowing his saliva as if it’s the last drop of water on Earth.
His growls make me go limp—I enter complete submission as he tears my pants down to my knees, ripping my briefs in half like some sort of beast that can’t wait another second.
“Come on, baby, suck these fingers while I prime you,” he purrs, his words like moose velvet to my soul.
I whimper, opening my lips as his fingers ravage my mouth, reaching my throat. I swallow the taste of sweat and dried blood. Anything he offers me, I’ll accept with due diligence.
As I suck on his fingers, I can feel his foreskin rubbing against my hole, a small bit of precum smearing back and forth against my entrance. Fuck, is he big. And long. I don’t even remember the last time I got dicked down. Long overdue.
“You are so fucking beautiful, your skin, your lips, your ass. I’m never letting you go. You understand, my little mouse?” he murmurs, as his cock begins to stretch my hole. “Your pink flesh is immaculate. A flower to be spoiled.”
I groan out at the stretch. “Do you have lube, anything?”
He shakes his head, sticking out his tongue. “Oh, don’t you worry babe. I’m going to make this hole a sloppy mess.”
Before I can say a peep, he shifts down, his tongue steaming against my ass, sliding up and down my crease. My cock pulses, almost shooting a burst.
I moan out in ecstasy—unrivaled joy, while his girthy tongue dissects my sphincter, one thrash and blob of saliva at a time.
“Hairless too? Goddamn. Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, between thrashes.
Then his hand grapples onto my pulsing dick, stroking in sync with the digs of his mouth. I yelp out at the harmony; the forest is silent and occupied. Too busy watching the fornication under the glimmering darkness.
“Stop,” I moan out. “I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Oh, you’ll cum over and over for me,” he growls, as he feasts like a bear on a patch of undiscovered blueberries.
I whimper, as he continues to stroke my cock, each drive bringing me closer to the light. My thighs tremble down to my very toes, and my head swims in unrelenting bliss.
If heaven exists, it would be this moment right here. In a forest, about to be dicked down by a serial killer, with a psychopathic tongue bestowing miracles upon this Earth.
God, please let this be my afterlife, I pray to you.
He pulls his tongue away, to my demise, his lips striking my nape. “Are you ready to have your guts rearranged? The Gutter has more than one meaning behind it.”
I nod my head vehemently. “Yes,” I say, almost begging. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.
I want to be wrecked. Devastated. But only by him.
“You better open up baby, cause I’m about to ruin you forever,” he whispers into my ear.
The head of his cock meets my hole, barreling past my outer sphincter, stretching my flesh to his liking.
The burn stings, like a screwdriver shoveling past a hole far too small.
Every nerve in my body tenses at once, my brain deciding that we are not meant to handle this girth—telling me to run for my life before your ass is forever stretched.
But I take a deep breath, holding back the tears forming in my eyes.
I can do this. I can handle it.
“Good job baby,” he coaxes, taking gentle precautions as I form around him, my canal slowly accepting its fate.
I whimper out, beginning to pant, as sweat forms on my forehead.
“Just like that. Relax. Submit,” he purrs into my ear, rubbing my shoulders.
I exhale a heavy breath, as he shoves himself all the way and lets himself soak, while kissing my neck softly.
I cry out, a devastating mix of pain and slight pleasure, my body slowly adjusting to his tremendous girth. “I didn’t know you were so—”
“Excruciatingly talented?” he offers.
“Fucking huge, Reed,” I blurt, the pain beginning to recede, replaced by blinding pleasure.
My body is sweating, fueled by his heat and cock as he begins a gentle rhythm, a light pounding in and out of my flesh.
I moan out in delight. “Slower. I want to savor this,” I beg.
“Don’t you worry baby, I’ll let you savor this cock every night,” he snickers into my ear, shoving his fingers back into my mouth. “That’s right suck those fingers while your ass is getting used. I knew from the moment I saw you there was no going back.”
I whimper, nodding my head, as my cock pulses, his words almost sending me into a tidal explosion of gigantic proportions.
Then his cock slams into my prostate, then again, a slam that makes me shriek with delight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out.
“Take my dick like a little slut that prances around all innocent and oblivious. I see you, Cooper. I see right through you. What you really want. What you really need to be taught,” he rumbles, as he spanks my ass repeatedly. “That’s right you like being handled, huh?”
“Yes,” I scream out, my breath ragged and desperate.
He shoves my head into the snow, his breathing becoming frenzied, his groans feral. His pace increases, growing with brutality. Each slam of his cock stretches my flesh.
I can’t help but moan continuously, my brain in a euphoric reverie. This is heaven. Being used. Having purpose. And it feels fucking incredible.
May this never cease.
“You feel like sin, Cooper. Out of this fucking world is what you are,” he snarls as I look back to see his face shining in the moon, his dark hair flopping in a rabid mess, his forearms controlling each thrust and every ounce of my body.
I’m at his mercy—at his disposal. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’m so—” he groans, his facing crunching,
“Yes, yes, yes, do it!” I moan.
“God. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna—” he screams, a volcanic eruption shooting into my ass, filling me up to my tummy. Squirt after squirt of viscous cream pumping into my torso. Like an endless course of dessert. It feels amazing, like floating on cloud nine.
My cock seizes, unable to hold back at the ethereal sensation of the cum filling me. A magical stream shoots from my dick, spilling into the snow. “Awwww,” I mewl as the cream empties my body.
I sigh out in exhaustion and bliss as stars overcome my vision.
“Definitely worth the chase,” he chuckles, pulling out his length.
“And the stretch,” I add, my hole fluttering from his absence.
“Let’s get you to rest,” he purrs, slipping up my jeans and picking me up with his forearms, his veins bulging. I melt into his heat and strength, allowing the world to fade until it's just me and him.
The silence of the forest continues, a few snowflakes gliding to the ground. My head lolls against his shoulder, the scent of pine and salt wafting into my nostrils.
I could get used to this—being carried, getting pounded into the ground.
“Don’t look so smug,” I mumble, my voice slurring with fatigue.
“I’m not smug,” he chuckles. “I’m victorious.”
I snort, my eyes slipping shut. “Same thing.”
He smirks. “Sleep, Cooper. I’ll handle the rest.”
And for once, I believe him with my whole heart.