Page 54 of Wrecked

“And what’s that?”

“Give you head.”

“But we had an agreement. No sex, remember?”

“But that was yesterday. Besides, I rescinded the agreement.” I sit up and shove the covers down, revealing an enormous erection tenting his underwear. “Your body’s on board.”

“I wanted to show you last night that it wasn’t just about sex. Being with you was enough. Despite what you might think, Sam, you’re not some Grindr hook-up to me. I just don’t have any experience with something outside of sex. I don’t even know how to act.”

“Don’t worry. You’re doing a great job.”

When I palm his cock, Cooper groans. “God, you’re going to be the death of me, kid.”

I laugh. “I told you not to call me kid, remember? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m well past the age of consent.”

“I know, but I’m twice your age.” He reaches up and slides his fingers into my hair. “Are you really okay with the difference in our ages?”

“I’m fine with it. Just don’t expect me to call youdaddy.” I peel his boxer briefs down his thighs, with his help, of course.

His erection springs free, defying gravity as it lifts into the air. His cock is sheer perfection, long, thick, and veiny. It’s rugged, just like the rest of him. There’s already a drop of pre-cum beading on the ruddy head.

When I lean down to lick it off, Cooper grabs hold of my bun. His body stiffens, and he groans hoarsely. That’s all the permission I need. I lean down and draw him into my mouth as far back as I can manage.

I’m determined to drive him wild and give him the best head he’s ever had. I use my mouth, my tongue, my hands, and my throat. His grip on my hair is borderline painful, but I love it.

His climax hits him. “Fuck, Sam, I’m coming!”

It sounds like he’s warning me, but I don’t care. I want this. He arches his back and thrusts upward into my mouth. I take every drop and swallow it down.

After he recovers, he returns the favor. He’s rough about it, like he does everything, and I feel so utterly consumed. Near the end, I’m whimpering because it feels so good. No one’s ever touched me like he does.

When I come, I see stars. And as I float back down to Earth, all I can think is that I’m afraid he’s ruined me for anyone else.

Cooper holds me until my body stops trembling. I feel wrecked, both physically and emotionally. He excites me like no one else ever has, but he also has the ability to crush me like no one else.

“It’s late, and I’ve got to get upstairs,” Cooper says as he climbs out of bed. He leans over and pats my ass. “I’ll see you in a little bit. Don’t dawdle.”

* * *

The rest of the week passes without too much drama. Friday night comes around—my favorite night of the week because it means Cooper will sleep in with me Saturday morning and spend the entire day with me.

In the morning, after our showers, we get dressed and head to the kitchen.

Cooper peers inside my fridge and kitchen cupboard. There’s nothing but leftovers, beer, water, and pop in the fridge, and the only food I have currently is a package of protein bars, a box of crackers, Pop-Tarts, and frozen breakfast sandwiches.

Cooper stares at our options and shakes his head in dismay. “Looks like someone needs to go to the grocery store. All right, we’ll do that later. Right now, let’s go out for breakfast. How about The Blueberry Café?”

“You had me atblueberry. Let’s go.”

We decide to walk since the weather is nice and the restaurant is only about fifteen minutes away.

It’s a popular place, so there’s a bit of a wait. Once we’re seated in a booth, a server stops by to pour coffee and take our orders. Cooper orders a spinach and cheddar omelet and sausage links. I opt for a stack of blueberry pancakes smothered in maple syrup and whipped cream.

We sit facing each other and drink our coffee while we wait for our food.

Cooper takes a sip of black coffee. “I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”