Cooper hissed as I scraped my teeth alongside his treasure trail, curling one hand around his hip for balance. He made another little sound in the back of his throat as I hovered over his cock, letting my breath ghost over the head without making contact. I hummed again, dipping down to nuzzle the crook of his thigh, his cock rubbing against my cheek, searing hot and pulsing hard enough to feel the beat of his heart.
“Felix,” Cooper gasped out, thighs tensing hard enough to make the mattress creak. I slotted my thumb into the other crease, holding him down—not that I thought he’d be anything other than as gentle and careful as he always had been with me—and turned my face to mouth up the side of his shaft, tasting the clean salt of his skin.
Cooper sobbed, tensing again, one knee rising so he could spread his legs further apart. Ilovedhaving him at my mercy like this, already overwhelmed.
“That’s my name,” I teased, letting my lips brush over his cock as I spoke. He made another soft, needy sound, the fingers not in my hair clenching white-knuckled in the sheets by his hip.
I took pity on him, licking a broad stripe from the base of his cock to the head, then closing my lips around it.
The sound Cooper made in response was more reward than I could have asked for. Low and broken, as though nothing this good had ever happened to him before.
I closed my eyes to focus on the feel of him in my mouth, the heat, the bitter-salt of precome smearing over my palate, the pulse I could feel under my tongue. The stretch and weight and scent of him, filling my mouth, straining my jaw just enough to know I’d feel it in the morning.
The mattress groaned as Cooper shifted his weight, hips rocking in the slowest possible circle. I planned to get him to fuck my mouth, but we could work up to that.
For now, I let myself sink into the familiar rhythm, humming as Cooper’s fingers tightened in my hair, splaying my hand over his hip as I shifted to get a better angle.
He moaned as he hit the back of my throat, tensing all over again. The sound vibrated all the way down to the base of my spine, warmth pooling in the pit of my stomach. Cooper felt so damnedgood, always, and this was no exception.
“Felix,” he repeated, more a breath than a word, hips twitching again. I let him struggle against the urge to rock into my mouth for a handful of heartbeats, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I could without gagging.
When I pulled back, Cooper sobbed, head falling against the pillow with a thump. “Jesus,” he said, panting harshly.
“Felix,” I teased, hiding a grin against the soft skin of his belly. “Remember?”
Cooper huffed, swallowing thickly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I remember.”
“Good.” I mouthed along the edge of his treasure trail, licking and sucking at him, checking on the progress of one of the bruises I’d left. He hissed as I pressed my nose into it, back arching. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
Cooper swallowed again. “You don’t have?—”
“Want,” I repeated, looking up at him. “Please.”
Cooper held my gaze for two, three heaving breaths, then nodded. I hid the slow smile spreading over my lips against his stomach, pressing soft kisses there. We had plenty of time, and I was planning on enjoying this.
“And I want you to fuck my mouth. I can take it,” I added, locking eyes with him so he’d know I meant it.
Cooper gave another nod. He’d never been rough with me before, and I knew he wouldn’t start now.
We could discuss just how rough I might want him to be, how far we could test my limits, some other time. There were plenty of other times in our future.
Instead of giving him time to overthink, I ducked my head and licked a long stripe up his cock, swallowing him down again in the same motion.
This time, I let myself get lost in the feel of him, the heat, the stretch, the way he lay heavy on my tongue, the scent, the gentle grip of his fingers in my hair. Everything else but Cooper dropped away, the world narrowing to his cock and how much I liked having it in my mouth.
It took a minute, but his hips started moving eventually. Tiny movements to start, the barest thrust, careful as ever. I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing around him, bobbing my head to encourage him to be alittlemore daring.
The moment he nudged the back of my throat himself, I moaned so obscenely I would have been humiliated if I’d been with anyone else. That seemed to give him the hint, and soon he was rocking into my mouth, slow, deliberate rolls of his hips, our rhythms matching each other.
Like they always seemed to.
The sheets rustled under us as he shifted, the sounds of his panting joining the symphony filling the bedroom. His fingers were still gentle in my hair, running through it as we moved together.
Cooper murmured something that might’ve been my name, might’ve been a plea, might’ve been both. I loved that I’d reduced him to babbling, I loved the way his hips sped up, the way he gasped as he jerked into my mouth, clearly unable to help himself.
As I felt him getting close, I squeezed his hip to let him know it was okay, I knew, I was ready. Anticipation coiled in my stomach as Cooper’s breath caught, coming out as a whine as his thrusts sped up, precome smearing over my tongue and palate as he moved, leaking and desperate. I swallowed and swallowed around him, not wanting to lose a drop.
The murmuring turned to incoherent whimpers and whines, Cooper’s hips rocking in earnest now, his hand cradling the back of my skull. Gentle, even teetering on the edge, careful with me even as he started to fall apart.
