Adam lowered his chin to his chest and turned his eyes downcast, a surprisingly perfect display of submission. There was a part of Cooper that wanted to pull him to his feet, to apologize, to walk backward. This didn’t feel like the time and the place anymore, but Adam was right. There would be bumps in the road, and they needed to work through them together. Adam was offering him what he wanted, and Cooper needed to believe he meant it. He needed to believe he deserved it and that it was okay.
He inhaled a deep breath, giving himself an opportunity to take in the view of Adam on his knees. He thought about Wyatt being just on the other side of the property. He wondered if Wyatt had come back inside. If there was a chance he would hear them. The thrill of the pseudo-exhibitionism sparked an interest, much as it had the night Adam sent him ass-naked into the yard and fucked him into the ground. The intrusive thoughts about Shel fled, and Cooper’s primal urges took over.
His first instinct was to take Adam away from the door, to put as much space between them and Wyatt as he could, but he changed his mind. Instead, he pulled down his fly, taking his cock out of his pants and closing the space between them. Cooper tangled his fingers back into Adam’s hair and yanked his head, dragging his dick across Adam’s cheek.
“You look so good for me on your knees, baby.” Cooper pushed the head of his cock against Adam’s lips. “I want to come in your throat so much right now. What do you think?”
“I like that,” Adam whispered.
He tightened his grip in Adam’s hair. “I like that…?”
“I like that, Sir.”
“Open up, then,” he coaxed, sliding his cock across the top of Adam’s hot tongue. Adam sealed his lips around the flared head of Cooper’s cock, cradling him with the cupped shape of his tongue. “There you go. Just like that.”
Adam hummed a sound of appreciation just as he recognized the sound of the sliding glass door opening and slamming closed. Cooper pumped his hips forward, pushing the rest of his cock into Adam’s waiting mouth. He moved one of his hands down, covering Adam’s throat with his palm so he could feel the way his dick moved as he fucked his way in and out. Deeper. Deeper. Until Adam struggled to breathe.
“You have the best throat I’ve ever fucked, baby. Did you know that?” He gripped Adam’s neck tighter. Adam lifted his knees off the floor with a low moan, his hips bucking forward as Cooper throat-fucked the air out of his mouth.
He seated himself as deep as he could reach, auburn hairs smothering Adam’s nostrils.
“Now suck me, Adam,” he grunted, jaw clenched. “Suck the cum out of me before your son finds us.”
Adam set to work on the task at hand, furiously licking and sucking at Cooper’s cock until he was on the brink of release.
“I’m close,” he warned, and Adam doubled down on his efforts. One swirl of his tongue across Cooper’s engorged and sensitive tip and he came with a pained grunt, painting hot jets of cum into the back of Adam’s throat. Adam gagged and sputtered, but Cooper didn’t relent, keeping himself in the wet heat of Adam’s mouth until he felt teeth.
He pulled his cock out, and Adam sucked in a breath, face covered in trails of spit and cum that sent Cooper straight to his knees. He crashed their bodies together, licking the mess from Adam’s chin and cheek before licking his way into Adam’s mouth and tasting his cum there as well.
“Please,” Adam whined against his mouth, body bucking.
“You’ve been good,” he praised, guiding Adam’s hand down between his legs. “Get yourself off for me. Show me how sexy you look when you come.”
Adam blinked, eyes rolling back in his head as he tore at his zipper and shoved his hand down his pants.
“Come on,” Cooper whispered, licking Adam’s bottom lip. “Let me taste your pleasure, baby. Give it to me. Come on.”
Adam whimpered, body falling forward as his mouth fell open. He came on his hand, spurts of cum flying onto Cooper’s shirt as Adam came apart in his fist. Cooper held him up, one hand on the back of Adam’s neck and the other still curled around his waist. Adam came hard and fast, spearing his tongue into Cooper’s mouth like he could force the proof of his enjoyment down Cooper’s throat.
“Good boy,” he praised, shifting his hands and stroking proud fingertips down the sides of Adam’s face. “Good. Good. Relax now.”
Adam fell onto his ass, head banging against the door with a soft thump as he caught his breath. His face was flushed, sweat beaded against his temples, and he looked completely sated and exhausted. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack and soft as breath puffed out of his lips. Cooper didn’t think he’d ever loved Adam more.
“Thank you,” Cooper whispered, pushing Adam’s hair away from his face. He meant to thank Adam for the scene, for the orgasm, for the trust…
“I ruined your shirt,” Adam mumbled, sticky and flaccid cock still in his hand.
“Worth it.” Cooper sat down on his ass and tugged his shirt over his head, throwing it into the corner of the room. “And I should be thankingyou.”
“Me?” Adam asked, eyes still closed. “Why me?”
“Because you trusted me.”
“You believed in me.”
“I love you,” Cooper said, the truth of it never more apparent to him than it was in that moment.
Adam opened his eyes, tired mouth settling into an easy smile. “I love you, too.”
