Page 69 of Slick Trip

“Come here.”

Carefully, I held him. His legs were unsteady, and he leaned into me, seeking comfort. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him, soothing him. My thumb swept under his eye, catching a tear before it fell. “It’s okay. You did so good.”

A relieved breath left him.

“You understand why I did this?” I asked.

“I was being stupid. I didn’t get in the car,” he whispered.

“Reckless, not stupid,” I corrected. “You put yourself in danger.”

Another nod. This one was more certain.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. He sounded sincere, but his eyes mirrored the desire I felt. I could practically see the lust glistening in his tears.

He glanced down at the bulge in my sweats.

“You want that?” I asked, my dick hardening further at the idea of sinking into Cooper’s eager mouth.

He nodded instantly. “Please.”

That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed a pillow to put under his knees before guiding him down. He peeled away my sweats and boxers, his own cock already leaking.

My fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair as he sucked on the sensitive tip before swallowing me down eagerly. Fuck, it felt good. I’d never get used to the wet heat of his mouth. My head fell back in pleasure, and my hips bucked forward until he gagged. I was going to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me. Giving me a stubborn glare, he managed to relax his throat. This was the third time we’d done this, and he was already so good.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “I love how greedy you get for me.”

He bobbed his head with fierce determination, spit dribbling down his jaw as I fucked deeper into his throat.

“Easy,” I said, pulling back when he made a choking sound and gurgled around me. “Breathe.”

He rested for a few seconds before swallowing me down again. His hand moved rhythmically on himself. I was so close—had been from the start, to be honest—and seeing Cooper jerking off with my cock rammed in his throat made my balls tighten almost painfully.

“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” I grunted before gripping his hair. Holding him steady, I began to really fuck his face, and the sound of my balls slapping against his chin and Cooper’s wet moans took me over the edge. I came with a hoarse gasp. Cooper came all over himself before I’d even pulled out. He wiped a hand across his mouth, totally wrecked. He looked a mess—red-faced and tear-streaked—but the smirk he gave me was the smuggest I’d ever seen.

“Did you like my apology?” he asked, leaning back in to lick me clean with a slow stroke of his tongue. “Because I sure liked these consequences, Alpha.”

I let out a quiet laugh, feeling slightly out of breath and weak in the knees myself.

“Yeah. Your mouth feels so goddamn good,” I told him, hooking my hands under his arms and hoisting him up. He gave me another self-satisfied smile, but his limbs were growing heavy and loose. He was completely spent. He leaned against me, trusting me with all his vulnerable softness.

“Let’s take a shower,” I murmured, kissing his forehead. “Then you need to eat.”

“I need to eat or you need to feed me?” he managed to ask, the attitude reassuring me he was perfectly alright, just tired.

“Both.”

I set the water temperature to warm, not hot, so his ass wouldn’t sting. I put his hands on the wall so he could lean against it.

“Stay here. I’ll get the toiletry bag.”

Soon, I was washing him gently and massaging his scalp. He let out an exhausted sigh.

“I’m tired.”

“I know. I’ve got you.”

I reached for the water bottle I’d also brought, pulling him away from the spray so he could drink. He drank greedily, his throat working as I held the bottle for him, and I watched his face for any signs that I’d pushed him too far. When he noticed what I was doing, he rolled his eyes, which calmed me more than anything he could have said.