Cooper turned and faced him, saying the only truth he had. “The only thing I want, is you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Turned out, Cooper loved having something in his ass. It had been three days, and Noah had had his fingers or tongue inside Coop, numerous times now. He hadn’t let Noah fuck him yet, but then Noah wasn’t pushing, anyway. He loved and enjoyed any part of him that Noah could have.
The way Cooper rode his hands, breathless and demanding more, he didn’t think it would be long until Noah was buried deep inside him.
“Noah…Ah, fuck.” Cooper’s hands fisted in the blanket, as he moved against Noah. So close. Coop was so fucking close, and Noah couldn’t wait any longer to get him there.
He hooked his finger down, looking for the spongy place inside him that he knew would push Cooper over that edge. When he found it, Noah rubbed the spot with his finger, while his other hand jacked Cooper off.
“Fuck yes!” Cooper groaned, as sticky, white fluid pumped out of his slit. Noah kept working him, wringing him dry before he flipped, pulling Coop with him. Without his needing to direct him, Cooper sucked Noah’s cock deep into his mouth.
Christ, the man was good at that. Noah pumped his hips, the tip of his prick swallowed down the back of his lover’s throat. He already teetered on the edge, his balls already tingling and ready to explode. He wouldn’t watch Cooper get off without almost getting there himself.
He threaded his fingers through Coop’s hair, losing himself in the wet, hot suction of his mouth.
“So good. You are so fucking good at that, baby.” Noah growled, reaching for Cooper when the man’s mouth pulled off of him. But then… “Ahhh. Yeah. That’s it.” A wildfire spread through him at the feel of Cooper’s tongue lashing at his hole. Even though Coop had found he loved receiving, this was the first time his tongue had ventured there.
Noah spread his legs wider, giving Cooper better access. He didn’t push in but this was enough for Noah.
He grabbed his own erection and began to stroke but then Cooper’s hand batted him away. “It’s mine. Let me do it.”
Christ he loved the sound of that. “Then do it. Make me come, baby.”
And Cooper did. He continued licking at Noah’s pucker. Slow and hard. Quick and light. While his fist pumped up and down Noah’s length. “Close… so fucking close.” He gritted out, eyes closed. The heat spread throughout him, his whole body sensitive and alive to every touch.
He fought to hold it off, to do anything to keep the sensual assault going as long as he could, but the faster Cooper stroked, and the seductive, overwhelming feel of his wet tongue, was too much. Noah burst, his body tensed, cried out as he came all over his own chest. “You are going to be the death of me.” He grabbed Cooper and pulled him up higher.
Cooper went down beside him, one of his arms flung over Noah’s chest. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he asked, cockily.
Noah rolled his eyes. “Yes. Incredible.”
Cooper grinned up at him. “I’m good at this gay-sex thing.”
“You’re a big head is what you are.” He laughed, but Cooper didn’t.
“I’m being serious. It’s…right. I don’t know if that’s because it’s with you or, hell, have I always been gay and just didn’t realize it? Or bisexual, I guess but even that…the sex, no not even just the sex, the connection was never like this with a woman.”
It’s me…I want it to be because it’s me. Which was extremely selfish of Noah but he couldn’t help it. Coop was his, and he wanted so much for Coop to want to keep him, too. For him not to care about what anyone else thought, so everyone could know they belonged to each other.
“Maybe, it’s because I’m just that good?” Noah tried to lighten the moment. It worked as Cooper’s body vibrated in laugher against him.
“And you say I have a big head.”
They were quiet for a few minutes before Cooper spoke again. “I need to talk to my aunt and uncle… Let them know I won’t be around this weekend. Autumn will no doubt invite me over. She always does.”
When they were kids, Noah had loved Cooper’s aunt. She was always baking for them. She treated Noah the same as she did Cooper. And though Vernon had always been a hard man, they’d had fun with him. He was always taking Noah along with he and Coop, as a kid. Fishing, camping—he’d felt like he belonged with them. “I’d love to see them, sometime.”
Coop tensed against him.
