Page 58 of Kiss and Make Love

Cooper thrust into his hand, needy and wanting for more. “You know I do.”

Alex leaned over him, continuing to stroke, and ran his nose up the side of his neck. In Cooper’s ear, he whispered, “Well, you’re not getting more until you beg me for it like you fucking promised.” Alex let go and moved his hand to his own firm cock, rubbing it with the sticky remains of the lube.

Cooper laid pinned underneath him, captivated by the look of lust on the Viking’s face. Alex wanted him to beg? He’d beg. Hell, he’d write and file a fucking petition so they could fuck. He knew Alex thought he had the power—and in a way, he did—but Cooper loved to meet a demand. Making someone feel so desired, you couldn’t help but plead to give them pleasure was such a fuckin’ turn on. He’d do whatever Alex asked of him.

And he’d thank him for it, too.

Cooper writhed underneath Alex’s beautiful body. “Please touch me. Please feel me. I need more, Alex.” And he did. The sight of Alex stroking himself off while pinning him down was like a drug. Each pull of Alex’s hand sent a wave of desire through his body. The blood in Cooper’s veins was calling out to him, imploring him to make a move. Do something—anything—to feel his touch again.

“Not good enough, baby,” Alex grunted in between strokes, not bothering to slow his pace. “That sounded more like a request. I want you full on fucking sobbing for me, or I’ll finish myself off without another thought.”

Alex leaned over and used one hand to brace himself beside Cooper’s head. The change in position angled Alex’s hips against his own, and on every stroke, his hand grazed Cooper’s cock just enough to make his heart drop into his stomach.

Nothing he could do could stop the groan from leaving his lips. The sensation was a whisper on his skin, but by God, it was enough to rile him up.

“Alex,” he moaned, running his palms up his rival’s thick thighs to grab his ass. “If you don’t make some sort of fuckin’ move on me, I’m gonna implode. You can’t just make me watch. Let me please you. Let me suck you. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Damn right you will, Coop,” Alex growled. “You want me?”

He dug his nails into the sculpted ass in his hands. “More than anything,” he rasped.

Alex licked his lips. “Enough to let me do whatever I want to you?”

Alex’s hand pumping his own dick, with his hot, naked body against his own while being able to freely beg…all of it was too much. Too fantastic. The only thing that would make it better would be Alex’s cock in his ass.

Hands flying into his own hair, Cooper pulled at his strands. “You can have me however you want. Just fuckin’ put your hands on me, already. Please, Alex. Please. I can’t wait any more.”

“That’s more like it. I love how you sound when you beg me.” Alex straightened, grabbing the lube from the end of the bed, and poured it onto his hand. “One more time, baby.”

“Please.” The whimper left Cooper without hesitation.

“That’s my good”—Alex grabbed both their cocks, gripping them together in one hand—“fucking”—he stroked them in unison—“boy.”

“Yes,” Cooper hissed out. “Oh, for the love of everything,yes.” He bucked his hips, urging Alex on. Craving more. Craving all of him.

Alex’s sliding hand rubbing their cocks together was everything he hoped it would be. The pressure was just right. The squeeze against Alex’s thick dick was sensational. An overwhelming urge to make a wise-crack about the size of Alex’s large hand corresponding with the size of his dick came to mind but vanished when the warm wrap of a wet mouth met his cock.

If Cooper thought Alex was talented at rugby, his blow job game was on another level.Thiswas his true talent. Sucking dick. His cheeks were hollowed out, sucking with the perfect amount of force, taking him all the way to the back of his throat. Holy flying fuck it was good.

His fingers found purchase in Alex’s hair and gripped tight. Not to lead him or take control, but to be connected with him in one more way.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bouchard, I?—”

“Don’t”—he growled, popping off Cooper’s dick—“call me Bouchard when we’re in the fucking bedroom, Coop. That’s what you call me on the field.”

His mouth dropped open. Lifting his head to look at Alex, he said, “I didn’t even think…I didn’t mean…Sorry.” He was so used to chirping at him during games, it just flew out of his mouth.

Alex rolled his eyes. “Don’t apologize. Just roll over.”

“What? Why?” he said, pushing up onto his elbows.

“So I can fuck the idea of ever calling me that again right out of your brain.”

A spark lit up inside his chest. But it was too dangerous to fully acknowledge. Instead, he obeyed and rolled over, leaving the warmth spreading through his insides to be addressed at another time.

“Damn, you got a nice ass, baby,” Alex crooned. “And I can’t wait any longer to take it.”

The squirt of lube was obscene in the quiet bedroom amidst their panting. Cold and slippery on his skin, Alex worked it in circles around his hole before slipping one finger inside him.

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