I want to strip him down and lay him across our bed, and then I want to spend the rest of the weekend kissing him.
We should have been doing this from the beginning. I shouldn’t have ever doubted that he is who I want.
“We need to call a ride,” Coop says, fumbling with his phone.
I watch as his trembling fingers tap on his screen, his movements jerky and frantic. I feel the same way. I want to just teleport home and land in bed, completely naked. The second his phone is back in his pocket, I pull him into me and kiss my way across his jaw. I want more than a taste. I want the full experience.
I want the entirety of him.
The drive home is torture. I keep staring at his lips, keep wanting to pull him into me and kiss him senseless, but I don’t think the driver would appreciate two horny men getting it on in the back of the car.
For the first time since meeting Coop, I wonder if he’s ever faced this kind of fear, this kind of hate. Has he ever been afraid to be himself in front of others for fear of retaliation?
I was one of those men. I was someone he’d have been afraid of. Me and my narrow-minded ways.
“You going to make it?” Coop asks, his body sagging into mine. His lips are brushing up against my jaw, and I can’t help the goosebumps that explode across my skin.
“No,” I say, and it’s true. I may not survive the trip home. He’s captivated me, my mind, body, and soul.
“Poor baby,” he coos and then nips at my chin before settling back in his seat.
The driver peers at us from the rearview mirror, and I feel my cheeks heat. What does he think? Is he judging me for being with another man? If he is, he says nothing, his eyes moving back to the road and driving us to our destination. And thank fuck for that. I need relief. I need to feel Coop against me.
As soon as we arrive, the doorman welcomes us. We tumble inside as he holds the door open for us. I manage a small wave as I nearly pick Coop up and drag him to the elevator. And he lets me, he lets me cradle him to me as I stride forward. As soon as we’re inside that small space, I press him up against the wall and kiss him, desperate for it, thirsty.
I want to drink of him for the rest of my goddamn life.
“Matthew,” he moans when our lips part for just a second.
The elevator dings and we nearly fall into the loft. His legs wrap around my waist at the last possible second, and I heft him further into my arms, carrying him to his room.
Our room.
The place where I’ve slept the past several weeks.
It feels like mine.
Coop feels like mine.
As soon as our legs hit the mattress, we fall onto it, my body spread across his and our lips meet once more. We’re frantic and yet unhurried, knowing we have all night, that we can remain undisturbed the rest of the weekend. That this is what we can do with our time. This and nothing else.
Our clothes make their way off our bodies, one piece at a time, until we’re both fully naked, our warm skin pressed against each other. We grind slowly, letting the sensation of our bare bodies, our bare cocks bring us close to the edge. And when we reach the peak, we slow down, taking deep, gulping breaths.
“You’re so hot,” I whisper into his ear, my lips sliding across his neck and collarbone. He moans and then grabs my hair, pulling my mouth back to his.
And we kiss once more, the same cyclical pattern, edging ourselves into oblivion. We don’t part until the sky turns a dusky gray, the sun slowly moving over the horizon. It’s only then that our eyelids close and we find our way to sleep.
Him in my arms, his swollen lips puffing sweet breaths against my skin.
And when we wake hours later, we do the same thing all over again.
Chapter Fourteen
Coop
Iwas never one for kissing, my dates usually ending in quick fucks and then very sneaky exits. But with Matthew, all I want to do is kiss him. Coming doesn’t even factor into it. Doesn’t even matter. All I want to do is taste him, to feel the sweet way he clings to me, and realize that he loves this just as much as I do.
He chases my lips when I’m away, his body seeking mine.