I pried one of my hands off his shoulder to work it between us. “Wanna feel you inside me,” I murmured. “Need you to come first.”
He made a wounded sound, a hot puff of breath against my neck that made me shiver and clench. Knowing he was as lost in this as I was sent my head spinning even as I got a hand on myself. I’d made a mess of him, precome smeared all over his stomach,matting the hair there, sticky against my fingers as I stroked in time with his thrusts.
Cooper sped up a beat, longer, harder thrusts, his weight coming down on me with each one of them, so sosogood it was all I could do to remember to breathe. I squeezed him tight between my thighs, gasping and moaning at with every thrust, and for once I didn’t feel self-conscious about it, didn’t feel like I had to hold back.
“Coop,” I breathed again. “Coop,Coop.”
“Yeah,” he responded, swallowing, panting for breath. “‘m here. Almost.”
I whined as he sped up beat by beat to a headboard-banging pace, face buried in his shoulder, teetering on the edge now, needing a push over it to come.
“Please,” I begged, voice wrecked and trembling, a spike of pain running up my leg as I clenched my thighs, barely registering past the pounding of blood in my ears and the searing need right on the point of exploding, I just needed?—
The sound Cooper made as he came, a shaking whimper spilled under the hinge of my jaw, was almost better than feeling it happen. The rush of heat washed over me, the stuttering of his hips sending jolts of pleasure rippling through me. I bit down on my lip, hard enough to bruise it, frantic to finish myself off, to catch the wave of Cooper’s orgasm and tip into my own.
“Fuck,” I bit out as I finally got there, the first pulse of it almost painful, another warm rush spilling over my hand, my stomach, my hips jerking as everything else in the world but the feel of Cooper’s skin plastered to mine, his cock still twitching inside me, and the wash of bliss rolling over me fading away. There wasnothing in the whole world but a fluffy cloud of pleasure and relief, and the man who’d pushed me onto it.
Pleasure rippled with every roll of Cooper’s hips as he rocked us both through it, panting in my ear as we slowed down, stopping just at the point of too much, oversensitivity making the edges of pleasure too sharp.
I missed Cooper the second he rolled off me, the two of us gasping for breath. For what might have been minutes, all I could do was stare up at the ceiling, too spent to move or speak or do anything other than try to catch my breath and remember how my limbs worked.
Cooper laughed beside me, a low rumbling sound that shook the mattress. Laughter welled up in my chest, too, and I couldn’t help it breaking free, sharper than his, bordering on the hysterical.
I couldn’tbelievehow good that’d been. I didn’t have the words to say so, and even if Ihad, there was no way I was getting my tongue to work anytime soon.
To my surprise, around the time I thought I could maybe twitch a finger, Cooper rolled me over and pulled me close to his chest. We were both sticky with sweat and other fluids, still breathing faster than normal, but the moment we were skin-to-skin again, something settled in me that I hadn’t even noticed wasunsettled. Something clicked into place.
Cooper. Cooper clicked into place.
Fuck, he felt good. Even now, even overstimulated and exhausted, he felt too good to give up.
We stayed quiet for what might have been two minutes or half an hour, Cooper’s fingers tracing patterns on my skin, coming down. Breathing evening out, heart rates falling. I was so close to him that when mine dropped enough, I could hear his, strong and steady.
“Okay?” Cooper asked.
My thigh hurt. Not agony, but the kind of dull ache that told me I’d pay for it later.
I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except staying exactly where I was, for as long as I could.
“Very okay.”
14
COOPER
In the warmglow of the bedside lamp, Felix looked like an angel.
He was still curled up against me, limbs loose and relaxed in sleep, the hint of a smile curving his lips.
I brushed a stray strand of hair flopping over his forehead back with the gentlest touch I was capable of, not wanting to wake him just yet. I’d have to, in a minute—I didn’t want to slip away without saying good night—but I didn’t want this moment to be over.
I was falling for him.
The thought made my stomach bottom out, the excitement of it tangled up with panic. The last time I’d been in love it’d shattered in the space of three syllables.Him or me.
Felix loved Benji—and the feeling was mutual—but…
“Hmm?” Felix hummed, nose twitching as he woke. I couldn’t regret not being able to watch him sleep when I saw the way his eyelashes fluttered. In the deep shadows of his bedroom, thestunning ice blue of his eyes was lost to the contrast, but that meant I could see the way they softened and warmed when he looked at me.
