“Dom, fuck!”
Dom didn’t relent until Coop was shooting down his throat. He lost a lot of the taste, but that was okay because Coop was fucking gorgeous when he came. His chest was flushed, his eyes wide and a little bit glassy. His thighs trembled, and his belly flexed a little, probably aftershocks from the orgasm. Dom grabbed his own cock and pumped, blasting into the condom with just a few strokes.
He collapsed into the other seat, legs spread, an unexpected sense of joy buzzing in his chest. He’d had his fair share of sex, but holy damn that had been incredible.
Coop was staring at him, still catching his breath, his expression hard to read.
“You okay over there?” Dom asked.
“Huh?” He blinked hard a few times, and that odd blankness gave away to a bright grin. “I’m fantastic. That was awesome.”
“First prostate massage?”
“Yeah. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
Pride made Dom sit up a little straighter. “Happy to help. Your ass is amazing.”
Coop laughed. “Thanks.” He started to sit up and flinched again.
Now that he was coming down off his sex high, Dom paid closer attention. “You sore?”
“A little, but that’s to be expected, right?”
The slightly rhetorical question sent a tremor down Dom’s spine. “Coop, that wasn’t your first time getting fucked, was it?” Damn, he hadn’t meant for his voice to go so high.
Coop opened and shut his mouth. His eyebrows dipped together. “No.”
“Okay.” Relief gusted through him. Dom hated to think he’d been so rough for someone’s first time. He liked hard sex, yeah, but he never wanted to hurt a guy. Especially not a virgin.
“It’s too bad you’re leaving tomorrow.” Coop scooped his underwear off the floor. “I would totally do this again with you. The music and the sex.”
Dom’s heart flipped at the idea of another round with Coop. “Maybe we can. I live outside of Philly, which is only two and a half hours, give or take traffic.”
“You want to see me again?”
“Sure.” Dom never wanted to see his hookups a second time. He liked anonymous. Repeats could get clingy and want more. But being with Coop had been more than just sex. They’d started something onstage at Off Beat, and it was still going strong in the backseat of that old car. He did want to see Coop again, maybe play some music with him. They’d lit the stage on fire tonight.
Dom wanted that again.
“Yes,” Dom said, more firmly this time. “So if we’re going to be friends, I guess I should introduce myself. Dominic Castrogiovanni Bounds.”
Coop’s grin made him ache for another kiss. “That’s a mouthful.”
“You can thank my birth parents for Castrogiovanni.”
“Bounds are your adoptive parents?”
“Yeah.” Zelda and Robert Bounds had been the very best parents Dom could have asked for.
“Trey Cooper. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Getting dressed should have been awkward, especially given how cramped the backseat was. Dom frequently touched Coop/Trey, but he didn’t mind. He liked touching Trey. A lot. And he was excited that they weren’t going to say good-bye and go their separate ways. They exchanged cell numbers before Dom got them back on the road. He resisted checking his voice mail from Lincoln. It could wait.
Trey directed him to a street six blocks farther north than Off Beat’s location and said to pull up at the curb. Interesting that he didn’t want Dom to know which house.
“I’m really glad I decided to check out Off Beat tonight,” Trey said. His charming smile went adorably shy. “You really are gifted with the violin, Dom. I’m not just blowing smoke.”
