“Felix,” Cooper panted, fingers finallyreallytightening in my hair. “Close.”
I didn’t need the warning—Cooper was so responsive I couldn’t have missed it, every gasping breath punctuated with a broken sound that shuddered all the way down my spine. I squeezed his hip in acknowledgement and glanced up to look at him just in time to see his eyes widen, mouth falling open and a final, gorgeous cry scraping out of his throat.
Heat flooded my mouth, flowing down my throat and making me shiver with pleasure at the thought that I’d done that. I’d made Cooper come—the kindest, most wonderful man I’d ever met had gotten off on me sucking his dick. I swallowed again, and again, and again, sucking and licking until his orgasm trickled to a final spurt in the middle of my tongue.
A string of spit connected us as I drew back, feeling deliciously used and bruised, my throat aching in the best way as I swallowed again. Warmth spread through me as I let my cheek rest on Cooper’s still-clothed thigh, a happy, fizzy sensation that made me feel like a restless puppy.
This was something I could have. It might’ve been the best thing I’d ever had.
Cooper made a rough sound that rumbled deep in his chest and fumbled for my hand, peeling it off his hip. It was clumsy, and his hand was warm and a little sweat-sticky from the way he’d had it clenched in the sheets, but I couldn’t have stopped the smile spreading over my face as he linked our fingers together.
“C’mere,” Cooper murmured, still catching his breath, tugging on my hand.
I obeyed, crawling up the bed to plaster myself along his side. It would’ve taken the apartment catching fire to move me—and I wasn’t sure I’d go, even then.
“D’you want…?” Cooper glanced down. “I can… do that. Not as well as you, mayb?—”
He paused as I grabbed his other hand, looking down to see what I was doing.
I raised his hand to my mouth and licked a wet stripe along his palm.
“I want,” I said, moving our joined hands between my legs. I was still wearing the compression tights I’d taught Benji’s class in, hard cock now trapped between my thigh and the fabric. “This.”
Cooper looked at me with absolutely no understanding in his eyes, still recovering. Which was exactly how I wanted him, sweet and happy to let me take the lead.
Now that I was sure he liked that, I was going to havesomuch fun with him.
For the moment, I worked both of our hands into the waistband of my tights, shoving them down along the way. They caught around my thighs, but I didn’t care once Cooper took the hint and curled his hand around me, big and warm and covered in calluses that promised to ruin me for all other men.
He made a tiny sound of understanding, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile. I’d never get over how gorgeous he was.
I gasped as he started stroking, pressing my face to his jaw, mouthing kisses there and enjoying the rasp of his stubble against my tongue. My thigh twinged as my hips started rocking to meet his strokes, cock smearing precome over both of us ina sticky mess. I was already close, so turned on by Cooper’s pleasure that it wouldn’t take much now to get me off.
When Cooper turned his head and kissed me square on the mouth, the jolt of arousal nearly tipped me over the edge then and there.
He didn’t just kiss me—he licked his way into my mouth, untangling our fingers to curl them around my face, holding me in place. Wave after wave of want flowed from my mouth to my cock, hips working in hard, tight circles as Cooper tightened his fingers.
Then he rolled us both over, pinning me under his weight, and I cried out into his mouth as I came, hard enough for stars to burst behind my eyelids as the rush of it coursed through me like a bolt of lightning.
The next thing I was aware of was a sweet peck on the lips before Cooper rolled off me again, pulling me with him as he went so I could curl up against his side. My head fell on his shoulder as I caught my breath, muscles filled with sand and bones turned to lead. Pleasure and satisfaction buzzed through my veins, and a smile tugged at my lips.
Every decision I’d made in the past handful of hours had been better than the last.
I drifted on a warm cloud of bliss for who knew how long, feeling absolutely no need to move. Ever again, possibly.
Even when I felt recovered, I couldn’t see any reason to be anywhere but exactly where I was. Cooper didn’t try to move me, and the two of us lay there in silence as the cicadas sang outside and the faint scent of salt wafted on the light breeze coming in through the cracked-open bedroom window.
This was it. Everything I wanted. Even if I hadn’t known I wanted it until I had it.
“I never told you what I figured out,” I spoke up eventually, tilting my head to catch Cooper’s gaze. The angle was awkward, but I needed to see his eyes before I said this, just for a moment. “Outside the ice cream parlor.”
“You didn’t,” Cooper agreed, tightening his hold on me. I wasn’t sure he even knew he’d done it, but I appreciated the silent reassurance. “I’ve been wondering. I… at the competition, I kept wanting to hold your hand, but…”
I laughed. It came out softer than it would have done if I hadn’t been curled up next to Cooper, sweat still cooling on my skin, the taste of him still lingering on my palate.
I was safe with him. Safer than I’d ever been.
“I kept wanting you to,” I confessed.
