Page 70 of Wrecked

“I know, baby, I know.”

“I’m so close.”

He gently massages my ball sac. “Yes, you are.”

He runs his tongue up my length, circles the head, then draws the tip into his hot, wet mouth. When he swallows me to the back of his throat, I can’t help myself—I start thrusting into his mouth.

He makes encouraging sounds and unintelligible noises in the back of his throat, urging me on.

One of his hands cups my balls while the other slips up to tweak my nipple. He teases my piercing, sending shivers of pleasure streaking down my spine, right down my shaft.

With little warning, I see stars as I come. He swallows down every bit as he plays with my nipple.

“Cooper, please!” It’s more of a plea than anything else.

“Please, what, baby?” he asks, his voice even lower than usual. He’s as aroused as I am.

“Take me to bed and fuck me.”

* * *

Later that night, after he’d thoroughly and deliciously pounded my ass, I lie boneless in his arms, my head resting beside his on the pillow.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks quietly as he trails kisses down the side of my face, continuing down my neck.

“No.” I’m so exhausted, my bones are liquified. “It was perfect.”

As I’m dozing off, I feel a warm, rhythmic pressure on the side of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I ask, barely able to form coherent words.

“I’m marking you.”

“Another hickey?”

“Yes.”

I can barely keep my eyes open. “But people will see it.”

“I don’t care. I want every man who looks at you to know you’re taken.”

I know this is a bad idea, but I’m too sleepy to protest. I fall asleep with Cooper’s mouth on my skin, leaving his mark. I have no idea how I’ll explain this to others tomorrow, but right now, I don’t care.

At least here in the dark, he’s willing to claim me.

Emotions and need swamp me as tears prick my eyes. I remind myself, no matter what,don’t say I love you.

I couldn’t bear to say it to him, if he’s not going to say it back.

Chapter 24 – Sam

I wake to the feel of warm lips skimming across my bare shoulder. Cooper’s hand is splayed across my belly. His index finger rims my belly button, and then his hand slips down to palm my dick.

“Good morning,” he murmurs when I stretch and moan.

A quick peek at the clock tells me it’s six-fifteen. He’ll be rolling out of bed soon and heading up to the penthouse before Beth and Shane wake up.

Part of me wishes he didn’t have to race off so soon. On weekends, we get to sleep in and have breakfast before spending the day together.