“That’s it, baby. You sound so fucking hot like this. I wish I could see the look on your face right now,” he growls softly.
I thrust into his hand, my hips rocking on their own accord. I need more, so much more.
His lips are on mine again. We kiss like we can’t get enough of one another. I know I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never get enough of him.
My hands are all over him, grabbing and groping. He continues to drive me wild. My balls fill, heavy and aching to be emptied.
I reach between us, tugging at his shorts. He seems to get the message, pulling his lips from mine, panting heavily and adjusting himself, so I can free his cock.
I’m about to reach for it, do to him what he’s doing to me, but he takes his cock and presses it against mine, his massive hand wrapping around both of our cocks.
When he adds pressure, pressing them against each other I nearly blow my load.
“Holy shit,” I whimper.
“You feel so fucking good against me.” Cooper leans back and I do the same, giving him enough room to stroke the both of us.
Hand on his shoulder, I look down, eyes adjusting to the dark as the street lights glow through the window.
It’s a pretty sight, the both of us connected like this.
His shaft is hot against mine, his hands a little rough, but I love the way he feels.
Cooper works the both of us over, and with each stroke, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.
“That's it, baby. Fuck. You feel so good against me.”
“Harder,” I beg, rocking my hips, gliding my cock against his. “Please. I need more.” I need him inside me but this isn’t the place to have our first time. This is more than enough for right now. It’s amazing. He feels perfect against me.
He works us over harder and faster, grunting some of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
“So fucking perfect. That's what you are. Did you know that?”
“You are.” I kiss him. “I can’t get enough of you.” The words I want to say are on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it down.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Blake. I’m addicted. The sweetest drug.”
We kiss, every stroke of his tongue has pleasure shooting down my spine and going straight to my balls. I fuck into his hand, my urges taking over. I kiss him harder, grabbing and tugging at his hair.
“I’m close.” I pull my lips from his, pressing my forehead against his.
“So am I.” He runs his finger over the pre-cum leaking from our tips, rubbing the sticky fluid over our shafts, adding lubrication as he moves faster. When he reaches the top, he squeezes both our heads, making me gasp, as I tuck my face into the crook of his neck.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Let me make you feel good. You gonna be a good boy and cum for me?”
“Oh god,” I whimper, head spinning, body humming. He feels so damn good. What he’s doing to me is indescribable.
When I’m with him, I feel on top of the world.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant against his throat, my orgasm hurtling toward the edge. “Don’t stop, Cooper. I’m going to cum.”
“Yeah you are,” he growls. “Cum for me. Make a mess of me.”
That pushes me over the edge. I bite onto Cooper’s neck, sinking my teeth into his flesh as I let out the most pathetic moan of my life.
My cock jerks violently in his grasp, cum shooting out and making a mess of his chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Cooper works his hand faster, making my orgasm go on for what feels like forever. A second later, he lets out one of the hottest groans. His cock pulsing against mine as he finds his own release.
