Page 65 of Relief Pitcher

When he completed his orbit, he moved in to stand chest-to-chest against me. His flannel shirt scratched my hard nipples.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered.

Coop sucked in a breath. He dragged his work-rough palms across my shoulders, down my back, until he cupped my ass. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said against my lips.

The first brush was soft, but each pass grew firmer. Heat built between us as his tongue slid into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his body, and my scrap of barely there clothing against his full outfit left me a wanton puddle of hormones. I was ready to give him control in a way I hadn’t before. We hadn’t gone further than blowjobs and some light fingering action. My mouth and hands were intimately familiar with his dick, and my hole felt left out of the party.

While kneading my ass with his strong hands—ones I couldn’t fucking wait to have stretching me open for his cock—he walked me back to his bed. After one more deep kiss, he spun me around and pushed on my shoulder until I hinged at the waist and pressed my forearms against the mattress. I heard shuffling and looked over my shoulder to find Coop dropping to his knees. My hole clenched. I needed him there. I was desperate, aching for his touch all over me, in me. The anticipation sent me from growing to hard as steel.

Cooper dragged the thong to the side. The heat of his breath warmed me moments before his tongue skated across my furled skin. A choked whimper escaped me as Coop tongued me in earnest, the wet slide pushing in, teasing around the edges, coaxing me to relax for him. Soon, a finger joined his tongue as they worked in tandem to stretch me open. Coop didn’t half-ass tonguing my ass. He put everything into thoroughly taking me apart in a way no one had before. I’d never gotten close enough to anyone to let them.

“Ready! Jesus fucking Christ, I’m ready. Need you in me. Now. Right—fuck, there,right there.Nngh. Now!”

“Pretty sure I’m already in you.” He slowly dragged his tongue across my hole and then pressed it inside.

“Yourdick, you dick!”

He playfully smacked my ass, and I pushed back against him like a wanton slut.

“Like that, did you?”

“Harder.”

He smacked me again before moving around to the nightstand and retrieving supplies. I appreciated that he grabbed a condom without having a conversation about going bare and recent partners. I wasn’t ready to admit there hadn’t been anyone but him since we’d met, and I wasn’t ready to face what that could mean.

I stayed bent over as I watched Coop stand on the side of the bed and strip before sliding on the condom. The intimacy in his stare rocked me as much as his gentle yet demanding touch.

He climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard, then patted his thigh. I climbed onto the bed until I straddled his legs and settled on his lap. I dropped my arms around his shoulders and squirmed against his hard dick until it snagged against my hole. I damn near impaled myself on him in a rush of reckless need, but I held back. I knew I needed more prep if I didn’t want to regret it tomorrow, and I didn’t want to regret a thing when it came to Coop.

He fingered me open while pressing wet kisses along my collarbone. Every nerve in my body fired with need. When I couldn’t take the torture any longer, I lowered myself onto him and reveled in the delicious stretch. Each inch pulled a guttural moan from my chest.

“That’s it. Mm, perfect. So good, baby.”

I barely bit back a whimper at the endearment. I was accustomed to a stranger in a restroom stall telling me, “You suck cock so good, baby.That’s it.Take my load, sweetheart.” But the way Cooper said it? The man could tear me apart with a word.

Coop’s wild hair dripped rain onto his shoulders. His earnest eyes stared into my soul as he rubbed circles on my hips. It was the kind of shit seen in movies or my friends experienced with their boyfriends. I’d never known I was capable of feeling so much while getting fucked. What was it about him that was so different—that made me different?

My heart pounded more than it usually did during sex, and it had nothing to do with the exertion of riding him. My stomach fluttering as I stared into Coop’s eyes didn’t help. I braced myself on his delicious round belly as I picked up speed. I loved the cushion of his thick body under my thighs.

“Tyler. Ty, Ty, Ty.” Coop dropped his head back against the headboard and groaned. I licked his Adam’s apple and clenched against his perfect cock.

He thrust up, gripping me tightly, as he met me move for move. I rode him with increasing fervor and watched with rapture as Coop went feral underneath me. Dirty praise fell from his lips, and I couldn’t get enough.

It was like he’d unlocked something inside me, heightening my senses. I felt every drag of his skin against mine, the heat from his quickened breath, the scratch of his nails across my hips.

Why him? Why now?

His mouth fell open in a silent cry while his body seized. As he came, he gripped my dick, giving it sure strokes until my body gave up to his demands and I followed. I collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his sturdy arms around me as his hands returned to my ass. I cuddled against him while coming down from the high. I waited for the urge to bolt, but it never came. I was too warm and comfy to move.

“My dick is quite fond of your ass.”

“My ass enthusiastically returns your dick’s affections. It could pen longhand letters of admiration.” I looked up at him and smiled before kissing a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. His chest hair stuck to my skin.

We lay there for a while. He rubbed soft circles on my back, and a sound similar to a purr rumbled from my chest. I knew I should clean up, but I wasn’t ready for the real world—and my brain—to crash the moment.

Instead, my brain decided to throw a landmine into the mix. “Hey, there’s a drag show coming up that the guys and I are performing in. It’s for charity. Want to come? Seth, Caleb, and Parker will be watching too.”

Where the fuck had that come from? I supposed I’d been subconsciously considering inviting him, but there was probably a better moment to do it than after emotionally charged sex that had left me raw. But if Coop was actually interested in me, for real, he had to know I would bring up random shit at weird times.

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