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Cooper’s wet eyes meet mine and we lock gazes. His fingers move up my back and tangle in my hair, sending shockwaves of sensation through my entire body. This is more than a fuck. This is us making love.
“Finally,” Coop says, sniffling, his fingers dragging down to my face. He cups my cheeks, his eyes softening. “Finally. Finally. I have you.”
I stare down at him, at those beautiful eyes, at that perfect mouth, and utter words that have been kept inside of me for far too long. Words that have been edging their way out of me for weeks. A lifetime of waiting for him.
“I love you, Cooper. I fucking love you so much.”
A tear slips from his eye, and he pulls me against him, my face burrowed in his neck. I breathe him in, the scent that only he wears. His hole strains around my throbbing cock, and I groan.
I want to take him apart. Piece by piece. I want to ruin him for any other.
“Oh god. Fuck me, Matthew. Fuck me like you love me.”
I can do that. I’ll do anything he asks. Arching my hips back, I push into him, slow and sensual, until he’s begging for more. It’s only then that the pace picks up and minutes later, I’m slamming into him, rutting like an animal. Feral, dripping sweat. Needy whines leave us both, and when Coop’s ass pulses against my cock as he comes, I let out a low muffled groan and unload myself into him, my heart, my soul.
My everything.
I’m his now.
The euphoria of what we just did lasts forever, a long joining that leaves me drained and panting for air. I collapse on top him, mouthing at his neck, needing reassurance that it was as good for him as it was for me. He must feel it, my need for affirmation.
“Perfection,” Coop whispers. “Perfect.”
Yes, yes.
I don’t know who thinks I’m going to go to work the next day, but they’re wrong. I call out sick. They’d understand if they felt the way Coop feels tight around me. I can’t get enough of his body, of sliding my cock in and out of him.
It doesn’t help that he encourages it. He lets me fuck him anywhere and anytime I want. Free use, he called it. Never heard of it, but I do plan on making use of his body. He’s addicting, just like I knew he would be.
“Oh god,” Coop cries out, his body arching up against mine in the shower. My fingers dig into his hips as I rut into him from behind. This started innocently enough. I just planned to wash him, but then my fingers slipped inside of him and when he said my name like he does, a whisper, a plea, I pushed into his tight hole.
He’s still wet and loose from me fucking him earlier so I did so easily, no hesitation, no resistance.
It’s like his body is made for mine.
“You like it, don’t you?” I ask as I reach down and cup his dick in my hand, stroking it as I angle his head and kiss him, a sloppy melding of tongues and spit. I open my eyes as I fuck into his mouth, watching as his eyelids flutter, his face flushed that pretty pink I love so much.
My dick is settled inside of him, unmoving. I’m just relishing in the feel of being surrounded by him. Warm water pelts our bodies as we make out, a slow frantic tangling of lips and tongues.
One of his hands reaches behind and cups my ass, shifting me even closer. He stands on his tiptoes and arches back, pushing me an inch deeper into him. Seems he wants all of me, as far in as I can go. Why is that so hot?
Why is his need for me so fucking hot?
“I love being inside you. You love it too. Say it, say you love it,” I demand as I cant my hips forward and impale him in short bursts. Coop keens against me, his fingertips bruising my ass cheeks as he grips me.
“Love it. Love it.”
I grunt my approval as I arch my hips back, pulling out of him before slamming back in. Coop’s cries echo off the tile walls. He likes being fucked all the ways. Rough, feral. Hard, soft, passionate.
He’s been teasing me with that ass all day, flaunting it for hours, wearing that lingerie of his, looking sexy as fuck. I never thought that I’d like a man in lingerie, but I do. I like everything about him, it seems.
I tried to resist the temptation he was flaunting around me. He needs a break because hours earlier he sauntered out onto the balcony, pulled my cock out and sat on it. Right on the lounger for all the birds to see. He rode me like the sensual god he is, all while wearing that lace bralette and jock strap, driving me crazy over just the sight of him.
The filthy things that came out of his mouth.
I can’t get those out of my head. It makes me hard just thinking of it.
I was determined to give him a break, but by evening, after hours of his teasing, I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped, dragging him into the shower and entering him slowly. I’m not going to rush this, I’m going to make this last. Going to make him crazy with lust, just like he’s done to me all goddamn day.
