Page 62 of Kiss and Make Love

“Fuck yes. I love it when you say my name like that. Moan my name. Make it sound like sex.”

“Yes, Alexander.” His voice grew thick. “I need more.”

The rasp of Cooper’s voice went straight to his own dick, but he knew he couldn’t do anything aboutthatissue. “I know you do, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to strip me down and lick my body.”

It wasn’t often another man gave him the shivers, but holy shit. “Lick you where, Coop?”

“My thighs, the head of my cock, my nipples, my neck.”

“And then what?” Alex’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Finger my ass.”

Alex slammed his palm on the shelf next to him. “Yes, baby. I’ll touch you wherever you need.”

“Your hands feel amazing on my body,” he moaned.

“I know they do, Coop. I fucking love touching you.”

Cooper licked his lips. “I miss you, Alex. All I want is for you to fuck me right now.”

“Baby, keep talking like that. ‘Cause I wanna fuck you so bad. Fuck your face. Fuck your ass. Take you every way I can.”

Cooper groaned, deep and needy. “I want that. And I want you.”

“You got me. I’m right here. Get off for me, Coop.” The continued stroking was intoxicating. Fast and slick and vulgar. The motion filled him in just the right way.

“Let me fuck you, Alex. Let me have you, too.” Cooper panted, his voice soft and breathy.

“Next time, baby. You can fight me for it,” he chuckled.

A sharp intake of breath came from Cooper’s mouth. “I’m close. So close.”

“Squeeze a bit tighter. I’m gonna finish you off. Let me hear you. And be loud for me.”

“I’m coming,” Cooper called out. “Oh fuck, Alex, I’m coming.”

Alex growled and grabbed his dick, unable to keep his hands off it another second. He couldn’t do anything about it, but damn, he needed to touch himself in some small way. The sight of Cooper coming all over his hand was exactly what he needed.

Sure, he didn’t directly cause his orgasm, but it was close enough to clear his mind. Nothing better than seeing Cooper’s pleasure all over his face—and hand—except being there in person for it.

“Thanks, baby. I needed that. You have no idea.”

“I’m the one who should say thanks, you big oaf. Your sexy eyes looking at me through the camera like that. Shit. I could get used to that.”

He groaned. “Hate to fuck and run, but I gotta go.”

“I know, Alex. Kick Bulldog ass.”

“You know I will. I’m so pent up, I think I could take down an elephant at this point. Talk soon.”

Cooper waggled his fingers, smiling at the camera, before hanging up.

He counted to sixty, giving his obvious hard-on time to calm down, before leaving the storage room and joining his team in the locker room for the pre-game pep talk.

The Bulldogs had no idea what was coming. He was going to obliterate anyone that got in his way today. Nothing made him play better than being turned on and not being able to do anything about it. He learned that last time he and Coop were in a storage closet together, back in Regina.

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