Page 50 of Tumbling the Cornerback

He flashed me a grin, backing up to the bed and flopping dramatically on the huge stack of pillows there. “I believe you mentioned something about shutting you up?”

“You sweet talker,” I scoffed without any heat to the words. Crawling up on the bed beside him, I shifted suddenly, straddling his hips before he could move on me. “How quiet can you be?”

Cooper surged up to kiss me, startling a muffled squawk from my lips. He laughed softly, pulling me down to lie on his chest, his heart beating so hard I could feel it through my ribs. The kiss was messy and sweet, all tongue and teeth and lips for several minutes until Cooper took over, changing the trajectory back to where we’d wanted to go in the first place.

Clothes went flying, his sure fingers making short work of my joggers, skimming over my hips and ass as he pushed the fabric down. “Sit up,” he muttered against my neck. I nodded, raising, only for him to stop me before I could move off of him. “Damn, you are so pretty,” he sighed, drinking me in hungrily with his avid gaze. The flush rushing over my face and chest couldn’t have been attractive, but he seemed to find it the best aphrodisiac. His hands spanned my ribs as he moved them up from my hips, smoothing them around to my back and back down again. “Come here,” he whispered, nudging me up his chest.

It took half a second, but I caught on quick. “You sure?” I asked quietly. “What about you?”

“I want to, if you do?”

I nodded, moving up until my knees were on either side of his head and his hands cupped my ass. The first touch of his tongue on my sac made me gasp, high and ecstatic. He chuckled, which definitely didn’t help things, the vibration and tickle of his breath sending explosive thrills through my veins. Cooper didn’t waste time, setting to work laving and sucking my balls, driving out any rational thought I had left in seconds. All I could do was grab onto my headboard and hope I didn’t get overheard as he drew one ball, then the other into his mouth, alternating gentle sucks and firm licks. “Oh my god,” I breathed. “Cooper!”

He pulled away just enough to shush me before holding up one of his hands. “Suck,” he ordered quietly. “Make it wet.”

“Oh god…”

Cooper groaned against my thigh as I licked and sucked his finger like I wanted to do to his dick. Another high gasp escaped when he moved his face to bury it against me again, tongue and lips and teeth making me shake, breath short and sharp as I tried not to shout. Cooper pulled his finger out of my mouth, and I bit down on my lip, knowing what was coming, thrilled and nervous and desperate for it.

Cooper tipped his face to the side, breathing hard as his finger slowly, slowly pushed into me. Head bowed and eyes squeezed shut, I couldn’t see the look on his face, but I could feel his smile against my thigh, the way his hands shook as he held me in place. “Let me suck you?” he finally whispered, and I panted yes yes yes.

I felt trapped in the best way, his finger inside me and my cock in his mouth. I could barely move from the intensity of it, the way he stroked that little nub inside while he sucked and licked me. I was certain I’d shout, I’d burst into flames, I’d melt, I’d cry.

My release was building so fast it made me dizzy, the heat and tightness pooling in my belly. A knot of pleasure at the base of my cock gave me just a tiny split second of warning before it released. A spurt of precum and my reedy “Cooper!” and I was there. Cooper grunted in surprise but didn’t pull away, drinking my release down in sucking swallows that left me weak. I slumped over, my grip on the headboard the only thing holding me up, until finally he pulled away. “Oh my god…”

“Yeah,” he panted roughly. “Yeah…”

The bed was shaking, and it wasn’t just me. I rolled to one side and eyed him as he worked himself, eyes squeezed tight, and jaw clenched. “Let me?” I breathed.

He nodded, moving his hand so I could take over. “Show me what you want,” I demanded prettily, and he smiled through his pleasured grimace, closing his fingers around mine and setting the pace. He was hanging by a thread, so close it just took a few strokes before he arched into our joined hands. His thick, reddened cock spurted over our fingers and onto his fuzzy belly. I licked some of his spend off his skin, making him gasp loudly in the quiet apartment.

“Shhh,” I teased, smiling up at him. “They’re sleeping in the other room, remember?”

Cooper opened one eye, his smile tired and pleased. “You’re a menace, and I think I’m okay with that. Come up here a second. Let me hold you before we get cleaned up, if that’s okay?”

I nodded. “More than.”

When I woke up Saturday morning, I hoped for a magical movie moment where everything felt right and all my fears and worries were gone. "I guess your dick isn't enchanted," I sighed, startling a snort out of Cooper.

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't be," I yawned. "I like regular dick just fine. Do I smell coffee?"

He grunted affirmation. "Marisol started a pot before they left. She had to go to her brother's birthday thing, Liz needed to work on her thesis, and Tori didn't give an excuse, just said we should be careful because she's not ready to be an auntie yet."

I laughed, rolling onto my back. "So you ran into 'em, huh?"

"Kind of hard not to when Marisol stuck her head in to thank us for not waking them up with our, and I quote, 'relationship affirming bang-fest.'"

"Oh my god."

"C'mon," he cajoled. "Let's at least grab breakfast together. I've got training this morning, then practice after lunch, so I'm gonna be wrapped up all day."

The thought of not going to the field again, not being on the field, stung. That wound would be raw for a while. But I forced a small smile and nodded. "Okay. I guess I need to get up and face the day too. There's calls to make, and I need to talk to Liesel."

Cooper rolled to his feet and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom, "C'mon. Using a t-shirt to clean up doesn't make us actually clean, and I'm not going to practice with dried jizz in my chest hair."

"Okay, first, ew. And second... ever had shower sex?" At his dubious glance, I wiggled my brows. "I'm very bendy."

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