He tipped his head back against the wall, jerking off with a groan while Adam continued his path across the room. After what felt like a blessed eternity, he was close enough.
“Adam, stop,” he said. “Get back up on your knees so I can see your cock.”
Adam shifted his weight, resting his ass on his heels. It put his hard, restrained cock on display, and his tight, pinched nipples as well. Cooper gave the flogger a couple test swings, then moved position and swung again. The soft falls dragged across Adam’s chest, teasing at his nipples, the clamps, and the chain. Every movement undoubtedly jostled him, wrenching agonized whines from his throat.
He spun the flogger again, grazing over Adam’s chest and moving lower so the falls danced across the engorged head of his cock. Adam made a louder noise around the gag, the material of his shirt already soaked with spit. The fabric sucked into his mouth, shaping around the gag as Adam tried to catch his breath. Cooper didn’t stop, spinning faster against the head and length of Adam’s cock. It was almost a shame he’d put him in the cock ring, as watching Adam paint his chest with cum while in a state of sensitive agony…
Cooper licked his lips, an idea brewing.
He could have just that. He could have everything he wanted.
“Adam, baby.” He slowed the spin of his wrist. “Take the cock ring off. I want you to come for me. Can you do that?”
Adam made a sound and yanked the leather strap away from his erection. His cock flooded with blood, shifting colors. His balls churned, raising toward his body, and Cooper picked up the pace. He alternated between Adam’s cock and chest, and Adam did as he’d been told…as always.
Adam came with a strangled shout that bowed his back and sent his entire body onto the ground. Cooper dropped the flogger and made a fist around his cock, eyes focused on Adam.
“Good boy,” he praised, tightening his grip. “You’re so fucking hot when you do what I tell you to do. You’re so fucking perfect on your knees, Adam…”
The end of his sentence fell off as his orgasm tore through him. Cooper flattened himself against the wall as cum shot out of his cock, splattering against his knuckles and his chest. He groaned, wringing the last of his release from his balls. His hand was sticky, his cock wet and covered in the residue of his orgasm.
“Adam.” He cleared his throat. “Get up and crawl the rest of the way here.”
Adam pushed onto all fours and moved forward, only a couple feet until the top of his head bumped Cooper’s shaky thigh. Cooper tugged the shirt off of Adam’s head, and he smacked his cock against Adam’s cheek. Adam’s face was flushed, his chin wet with spit, and Cooper traced the outline of his lips with the tip of his dick. He smeared his cum all over Adam’s wrecked face, over his spread lips and flushed cheeks, even his eyelids and sweaty temples.
When his cock went soft in his hand, he slid down the wall, landing on the floor with a soft thud. “Come here.”
Adam sighed and fitted himself between Cooper’s legs, wincing when his nipples abraded themselves against Cooper’s denim-clad knees.
“I’m going to take the clamps off, yes?”
Adam nodded, and Cooper did it slowly. One at a time, massaging Adam’s nipples as he did in an attempt to stave off the worst of the ache. Around the gag, Adam grit his teeth, rough and painful noises leaving his mouth.
“I know, I know,” Cooper soothed, waiting until the sounds of pain filtered into acceptable pleasure. He moved his hands to the back of Adam’s head, unfastening the straps of the gag and letting it fall against his chest. “You look like I took you apart, baby.”
“You did.” Adam’s voice cracked and he worked his jaw, surging forward and slamming their mouths together. Cooper could taste his cum all over Adam, and he threaded his fingers into Adam’s hair, positioning his head and deepening the kiss.
“I love you,” Cooper whispered, peppering closed-mouth kisses up the rounded curve of Adam’s cheek. “I love you, and I’ll never make you wait for what you need again.”
“It’s not just me.” Adam slotted himself between Cooper’s legs and rested against his chest. Cooper was familiar with the feeling Adam was experiencing. The exhaustion. The happiness. The satisfaction. He knew how good it felt, how necessary it was. “It’s you, too. You need this from me as much as I need it from you.”
Cooper inhaled gently, kissing the top of Adam’s head with a sigh.
“I know, baby. I know.”
Chapter21
Adam
Three days later, and Adam still felt great.
He hated to admit it, but maybe submission was what he’d been missing. He also knew he didn’t have to admit it. Cooper knew the truth.
Adam had made plans to grab dinner with Wyatt because he wanted to catch up and check in with his son. Cooper had practically shoved him out the door, disappearing into the basement to work on an order that had come in the week before.
Knocking on the front door of his own home was weird. His son opening the door in gym shorts and a t-shirt was weirder.
“This is uncomfortable,” Wyatt muttered, pulling the door open and stepping out of the way to let Adam inside. “Why did you knock?”
