Adam shivered when he seated himself fully, rocking forward so Cooper’s dick dragged over his prostate.
“Does it hurt?” Adam asked, curling the chain around his finger and pulling it tight. He rose up and dropped back down, forcing a strangled growl out of Cooper’s mouth.
God, Cooper loved this.
He loved Adam like this.
He loved…
“What do you say, Cooper?” Adam asked, picking up the pace.
“Thank you.”
He meant it.
“Do you…” Adam gritted his teeth. “Do you have anything to ask me?”
Cooper’s lashes fluttered, his entire body feeling like one massive nerve ending that was ready to implode from overstimulation. He knew the answer. He had to know the answer; somewhere in the back of his mind the words had to exist.
Adam twisted another loop around the chain, pulling the clamps toward the ceiling and tugging Cooper’s nipples with them. The plastic tips of the clamps held tight as Adam bounced on Cooper’s cock, using Cooper to get himself off.
Get himself off. That was it.
“Can I make you come?” Cooper begged, back arching as Adam’s body tightened around him. “Please, Sir. Can I make you come?”
Adam slammed down around him and gave the clamps one final tug, pulling them off. Cooper screamed—unless it was Adam. He couldn’t be sure. But the blood flow returned to his nipples with a startling quickness, and Cooper’s sated cock thickened inside of Adam and filled him up with what cum Cooper had left.
Adam grinded against him, leaning back and bracing himself against Cooper’s legs. He puffed his chest out and made a needy little whine as Cooper shot inside of him, then Adam fell forward, slamming his mouth against the sweaty and delicate spot behind Cooper’s ear that always made him hard. Between their sweaty bodies, Adam jerked himself off once, twice, then came, painting hot stripes up both of their chests.
One of them cried out again, even though that time, Cooper knew it was him.
God, he’d missed this.
He’d missed this.
“I love you so much,” Adam whispered against his ear, body tensing. “Like this. I love you so much like this.”
Cooper swallowed back what felt like a brick, determined to not let the slip up or the retraction walk back what Adam had said, walk back the realization that Cooper himself had during the scene. Words were just words, anyway. They didn’t need to be said. At least not then.
Not yet.
Adam pushed himself up, one hand on either side of Cooper’s head. He stared down, and Cooper got the feeling Adam was trying to see if Cooper was going to call out what he’d just said. But he wasn’t. He wouldn’t.
“I’m just getting started with you today,” Adam promised, shifting his weight to one arm and dragging his fingers down the side of Cooper’s face. He gripped Cooper’s cheeks, puckering his mouth, and Cooper got the distinct impression the rest of the day was about to get very interesting. “Do you think you can handle it?”
Adam let him go, patting his cheek a few times before smacking him harder, and harder once more. Harder again until Cooper closed his eyes and drew in a sharp breath. Adam patted him softer, touch turning reverent as he traced over Cooper’s mouth and chin, down his throat.
Cooper opened his eyes, brain already running rampant with the promise of what Adam might have in store, mouth pulling into whatever semblance of a smile he could manage.
“Take your best shot, Sir.”
Chapter13
Adam
Monday caught Adam in the bathroom at lunch with his cock in his hand, jerking off about how hard he’d gotten off with Cooper’s cock up his ass the day before. It wasn’t the first time they’d had sex since they’d gotten back together, not by a long shot, but it was the first time he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. It was the first time he’d been half-hard over it well into the next day.
He bit the outside of his left forearm sharply to stifle the way he whimpered when he came. Thankfully, there wasn’t much left in him after the ways he and Cooper had gotten lost in each other, and the mess mostly contained itself around his knuckles and wrist. Adam yanked some toilet paper off the roll and cleaned his hand off while he waited for his breathing to settle. Then, out of the stall, he washed his hands while he hummed the “Happy Birthday” tune under his breath.
