Cooper’s face softened. He reached out, pushing that one untamable strand of hair away from my forehead. It flopped back immediately, but I appreciated the gesture.
“I’m glad you feel like you can be with me,” he said, a much shier smile replacing the one from before. “And I’m not gonna pretend I don’t think it’s hot.”
“I’d gotten the impression.” I bent down to kiss him, slower this time, sucking his lower lip into my mouth. I wasgoodat sucking dick—I’d had all the practice I could want—and I planned on treating Cooper to my very best performance.
“So,” I continued, licking a stripe over his lips as I let his mouth go free. “You’re gonna lie back and enjoy this, and I’m gonna change your life.”
“You already have,” Cooper said. Which was unfair, because I was trying my hardest to be sexy and that wasn’t nearly as easy when he was melting me with sweetness.
I kissed him again, unable to resist. “Unzip for me,” I said, instead of telling him to quit being so sweet—I didn’t want to ask the impossible—rucking up his t-shirt as I skimmed my hands over his stomach and chest. Cooper laughed again, his hands bumping against mine as he reached down to obey, the same sparks crackling between us as there had been every other time I’d touched him.
He was it, for me. I knew that better than I’d ever known anything in my life.
Which meant I absolutelyhadto rock his world.
I pushed his t-shirt up as far as it’d go then ducked down, laving the flat of my tongue over one nipple until it peaked,then moving to the other. Cooper squirmed under me, breath hitching, back arching as I scraped my teeth over the sensitive peak.
Good. I wanted him writhing and squirming. A first taste of theincrediblesex life we were going to have from now until we were at least ninety.
I hummed as I mouthed and bit my way down, grabbing a mouthful of flesh under his ribs between my teeth, sucking hard enough to bruise. Cooper hissed, fingers threading through my hair—but not pulling. Of course not.
“You could pull,” I said, looking up at him. His eyes were almost completely black, and I had no doubt mine were, too. Having this gentle giant of a man at my mercy was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to me.
Cooper’s tongue darted out, nostrils flaring. He nodded very slightly, fingers flexing experimentally. I let my eyes fall closed, leaning into his touch, smiling as he flexed his fingers again.
“Just like that. Harder, if you want.”
He wouldn’t tug hard enough to hurt. Not that I would’ve minded, but we’d have time to work up to that. For now, I wanted this to be about Cooper. About how much I appreciated him, how badly I wanted him.
Cooper’s back arched as I sunk my teeth into his skin just below his navel, putting another mark on him. He wasmine, and I’d never had that before. I wanted to scribble my name all over him and show the whole world.
“Okay?” I asked belatedly. I probably should have askedbeforeI started littering him with bruises.
“So very okay,” Cooper said, breathless. His fingers flexed in my hair again, chest heaving with every breath. I hadn’t even gotten past the waistband of his underwear yet.
I ran my finger along the seam where it met his skin, glancing up to watch his face. He was flushed from ears to neck, squirming, lip caught between his teeth again. When he met my gaze his eyes were wide and glazed, pupils blown out as far as they could go.
God, he was hot. Hot, and all mine. Always.
I grinned at him, tucking my thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and only then registering the pizza slice print.
“Another Benji pick?”
“Christmas,” Cooper said. “They’re surprisingly comfy.”
“Oh?” I glanced up again, toying with the elastic. “Maybe you don’t want them off, then?”
Cooper actuallywhimpered. I laughed, tugging the waistband down along with his jeans, admiring the view as his hard cock sprung free, straining up toward me. I hadn’t had my face this close to it before, but now I could admire it. The thick head already beading with precome, purpling with blood, the shaft curving just a little to the left, nestled in dark curls the same shade as the ones on his head.
“See something you like?” Cooper asked. I didn’t have to look at him to hear the smile in his voice.
“I’ve been seeing something I like all evening,” I said. My turn to be sweet.
Cooper huffed. When I glanced up at him, his ears were crimson and he was looking away from me, toward the wall. Shy.
I hummed, bending down again, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Cooper’s belly, tasting the salt of his skin, nuzzling into it to breathe in his scent. Heat trickled down to the pit of my stomach, the familiar pinch of arousal making me wriggle with anticipation.
All the same, it couldn’t hurt to make him wait. It’d bemuchmore fun that way.
