Cooper leaned back against him, curling his fingers around Adam’s wrist and guiding his hand toward his throat.
“I said I wanted you to use your dick to make me come,” Cooper whispered, “You know how to do that better than anyone else.”
Adam tightened his grip around Cooper’s throat, not enough to restrict any air, just enough to hold him steady, and he pulled his hips back until his cock was halfway free of Cooper’s body. He reached around and took Cooper’s hot and throbbing dick in his other hand and simultaneously snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep.
“My good boy. My good man. Just like that,” Cooper whimpered.
Adam lost control, his body taking over at the praise and the sensation that riled up in his chest when Cooper said those kinds of things to him.
“You get so hard when I tell you that.” Cooper’s head fell against Adam’s shoulder while Adam continued to rail him. The friction between their bodies, all the touch points, all the contact and the sweat and the precum was like jumping into a bucket of sparklers. Every nerve in Adam’s body was lit, primed, and ready, but he knew he had to get Cooper off first.
He had to at least do that right.
And it wasn't because he wanted to do what he’d been told. It had nothing to do with his need to prove to Cooper that he could play the part.
He was hungry for the affirmation, for the praise.
“I like it.” He dragged his teeth over the top of Cooper’s shoulder, not biting, but teasing.
“I’m close, Adam.” Cooper’s hips jerked, nearly tearing his cock out of Adam’s hand, but Adam held on tight, curling his first around the head of Cooper’s dick just as his orgasm barreled into him. The hot spurts of Cooper’s release burned against his palm, and Cooper fell forward, taking them both to the floor.
Adam kept his hand over Cooper’s dick until the spasms of Cooper’s orgasm waned, then he grabbed Cooper’s sweaty hips and slammed into him. Rough and hard.
“There,” Cooper growled, bracing himself against the floor, his voice low and dangerous as he verbally pushed Adam along. “Just like that. You know how to make me come better than anyone ever has, baby. You’re so good at this. So good. Fuck that thick dick into me and make me come for you, Adam. Take what you’ve earned...what I’m giving you.”
Once, twice, a third time, and he was done.
His orgasm exploded out of him with all the force he’d feared, reverberating through his body with so much power Adam started to cry from the relief of it. He must have blacked out, because the next thing he remembered was being on the floor in Cooper’s arms. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat and lube, and Adam’s back throbbed from the lines left by Cooper’s flogger.
“Was…was that okay?” he whispered, rubbing his eyes and seeing Cooper’s relaxed and sated face above him.
“Was it okay?” Cooper huffed, expression amused. “Adam, that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Chapter10
Cooper
Cooper had always loved the ocean. His parents had taken him on family vacations a handful of times growing up and some of his favorite memories involved lying on the beach after playing in the waves for hours. He’d stretch out in the sand, aware of the way the granules abraded his salt-soaked skin, but when he closed his eyes, Cooper could feel the heat of the sun on his face and his body rocked like the waves still battered him. He’d never been able to explain the phenomenon, but long after his time in the sea ended, it felt like he was still there.
That was what the orgasm he had with Adam felt like.
Hours had passed, and Cooper’s body still spasmed with the echoes of his explosive release. If he closed his eyes, he could focus his mind on the way his rim had stretched and burned as Adam thickened inside of him. He could vividly recall the heat between his legs as his balls emptied, and the tightness of Adam’s hand around his cock nestled in his mind like a warm blanket.
He was being truthful when he told Adam it was the best sex he’d ever had. And hours on, his muscles reminded him of that with every twist and turn of his body. He should be asleep. Adam was asleep. But the peace of mind required for it evaded him. Cooper replayed the last ten years in his head, from the first nights he and Adam spent together to the one now.
Cooper knew he hadn’t changed.
He’d matured, sure. He’d honed his interests. He’d developed a better understanding of what he wanted in a partner and why, but he hadn’t changed. The things he wanted remained the same. And one of the things he wanted was Adam.
But Adam…
Cooper wanted to believe Adam was all in. He wanted to believe that Adam had changed or that he was willing to change, because not a day had passed that he’d not thought of Adam or not wanted him. He knew he had to be careful to avoid creating a version of Adam in his head that didn’t exist, though.
At the end of the day, Cooper was still a switch. He always would be. The variance in the power dynamics excited him and kept things fresh. It kept him safe. He liked the ease with which things could flow, especially the way they did with him and Adam. Sometimes it would be one of them in charge, taking the lead, and other times that person would follow. That person would yield. It was exhilarating to not be pigeonholed into one set of expectations. Cooper thought the relationship between them could truly grow and develop with this dynamic, but even though Adam had played the game with him last night, he wasn’t convinced Adam was truly all in for the long haul.
And what was the most important part of the kinds of games men like he and Adam played?
Trust.
