“Come inside and find out,” he purred, crashing his mouth to mine.
I was dizzy with lust by the time he hopped up and strode toward the house, leaving my starry-eyed, horned-up ass to struggle out of the snowbank on my own.
A hot shower was followed by a BJ so spectacular, I almost lost consciousness. I fell asleep for a while and woke up in an empty bed. I found Cooper typing away on his laptop on his kitchen island, a pair of glasses perched on his nose while he spoke to someone on speaker.
“—move the timber from lot four to lot two. It was treated last month.”
Cooper grunted. “Yeah, it’s ready for shipment, but nothing is happening for now. The roads are closed and…”
“Hi,” I whispered, winking as his hungry gaze traversed my bare chest.
Christ, I was hard again. Maybe it was the glasses or his muscular forearms revealed by the rolled up sleeves of his ubiquitous plaid shirt. Maybe it was the way he sat with his thighs spread, stretching worn denim over his substantial bulge.
Or maybe it was all in that look.
Cooper was a big man…a strong man. I was taller and probably stronger, but I hadn’t felt like anything special in a long time.
Perhaps that was part of the turn-on. He noticed me, he wanted me. And geez, I wasn’t wearing a jersey and I didn’t have a football handy. It was a sweet fantasy to think someone might like me for me and not my job—or former job.
I showed my thanks by unbuttoning his shirt, sliding my splayed palms across his pecs from behind. I tweaked his nipples, licked the shell of his earlobe, and slowly unbuckled his belt.
“They’re saying the Elmwood Pass might open late this afternoon, but I think that’s for emergency vehicles. We won’t get a truck through till tomorrow,” the voice continued as I unzipped his jeans and slipped my fingers around his cotton-clad shaft.
Cooper’s eyes flashed in warning, but he didn’t stop me. “All right. Send out an all-staff email and we’ll do what we can from home. I’ll plan to be in my office…uh…”
I tightened my grip and tugged the elastic over his tip, then rubbed my thumb through the bead of precum. Cooper froze. And just when I was sure he’d push me away, he lifted his hips, lowered his boxer briefs and jeans, and pointed south.
The guy on the line sounded vaguely concerned. “You okay, Coop?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Incoming text…I got distracted.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair as I took him in, sucking his dick enthusiastically.
Cooper’s thrusting hips and intense gaze were the only encouragement I needed.
“No problem. We’ll talk later.”
Cooper mumbled something that might have been good-bye before he ended the call and gave his full attention to fucking my mouth. If anyone had ever suggested I’d get off by being told I was a sweet cocksucker, I’d have punched them. But the nasty accolades that rolled off Cooper’s tongue revved my motor like nothing had in forever.
I was dirty in the best possible way. I was greedy, I was a cock whore, I was his boy, I was whatever he needed me to be. The praise kept coming—so good, so good, so good.
“Stop.”
I sat on my heels and blinked up at him. “What do you?—”
“My room,” he commanded. “Now.”
The trip upstairs was a blur of motion and color as we stripped and fell onto Cooper’s king-sized bed.
My dick was a steel rod now, pulsing and throbbing against my lower abs. I hissed as he gripped my length and kissed a path from my inner thigh to my balls…and my hole.
Whoa. We were going there.
“Ohhh…”
“Relax for me. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Famous last words before he sucked my balls, one at a time, then circled my hole with the pad of his finger, still jacking my cock nice and slow.Holy shit.It felt good.
I moaned, swaying my hips insistently. I wanted that finger inside me. Make it two. But the tip of his tongue grazed my entrance and I forgot my name, address, and home planet.
