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“I have dessert in the fridge, if you want it. Ordered it from a special Cuban bakery today,” he tells me as he pulls the blanket up over us and slides his hands over my bare chest.
“Mm. Maybe in a little bit.”
Coop hums against me, and I turn toward him. His lips are swollen pink, his hair askew from where I gripped him gently.
Fuck, he’s so pretty. Much different from what I’m used to, but still, utterly and perfectly captivating.
“What?” he asks, his hand sliding across my side and gripping my ass. “Do I have cum on my lips?”
I manage a small smile, feeling suddenly nervous.
“No. That’s not it. You’re just…you’re real pretty, Coop.”
His cheeks flush, and his eyes lower shyly. “You think so?”
“Mhm.”
He peers up at me with twinkling eyes, and I glance at his shining lips and my breath stutters out of me.
I pull him closer, tucking my face into his neck and letting my lips drag across his skin.
He trembles at my touch, so I don’t stop. Just keep going, keep tasting.
What would it be like to kiss him? To press my lips against his? To push my tongue into his mouth? To taste him?
The thought makes me lightheaded, and I groan softly.
I suddenly want him bare, laid out next to me, so I can feel him too. My hands move under his shirt, sliding against his stomach and pulling the fabric up until it’s bunched under his neck. He leans up and I pull it off, tossing it onto the ground as my lips land on his shoulder. Kissing him there. Somewhere new.
Coop trembles again as I drag my mouth across his chest, my hands slipping down to his silky pants. My thumbs hook into the waistband, and I tug them down, inch by inch until I can’t push them any lower. He wiggles them off, and his body is finally fully nude against my own.
“Better,” I say, and Coop grips me tightly.
“Matthew,” he whispers, his hard cock leaking against my abdomen. “What are you doing to me?”
I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I should be asking him the same thing. I lean into him further, feeling the wet tip and hot length pushing into my stomach.
I shouldn’t touch it. I should just let it be, but he needs me.
Only me.
My hand curves across his hip and slides between our bodies, my fingertip brushing against the tip.
Coop gasps, his eyes wide. “You don’t need to.”
It’s a whisper, a plea.
“But I want to,” I say softly and then wrap my fist around him, causing him to cry out.
“Oh fuck,” he moans as I stroke him. “Oh fuck.”
He’s trembling, shaking in my arms, his fingers digging into my back as I work his cock.
Goddamn, this is hot. Why is this so hot? It’s just a hand job, but the way he’s responding to me makes it so much better.
He wants me.
My own dick twitches at the sight he makes. His stomach contracts against my fist as it works up and down his length, his forehead pressed to mine, his puffs of desperation hitting my lips.
