Page 18 of That One Moment

“I love you too.” He presses up, gently bringing our lips together. “I never thought that by the time I turned twenty, I’d have found the love of my life, and I certainly never thought it would be with my stepbrother. But none of that matters. I’m going to love you forever.”

Fluttering warmth fills my chest as we kiss, all the emotion and our dreams of the future together surging between us.

“Please make love to me now,” he pleads while I kiss his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach and every bit of available flesh. I will kiss this man for the rest of our lives.

He rolls to the side, fumbling in my bedside drawer, pulling out a tube of lube and a condom, which he tosses next to me on the bed. I know for a fact I didn’t put those there, and he smirks at me when I eye them and then focus my gaze back on him.

“You came prepared,” I say, and he rolls onto his stomach, leaving me with a beautiful view of his pale, muscular ass.

“Knew what I wanted for my birthday,” Cooper replies, then dips his head between the two pillows and lifts his lower bodyonto his knees. Fuck, my lover is eager and it’s making me far too excited, too quickly.

“God, baby, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I scoot behind him, take the globes of his ass in both hands and spread them apart, sucking in a breath when I’m met with his puckered hole.

I’ve had sex before but it’s always been fast and impersonal. This is different and I plan to take my time, to draw it out for the both of us. My dick leaks, throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and though those are my intentions, I am already so close to coming.

Cooper looks over his shoulder and smiles wickedly. “I want to know what it feels like to have your tongue inside me.”

A long, primal groan ripples out of me. “Holy fuck, Cooper, you can’t say things like that when I’m this worked up.” My body quakes with barely contained desire as a rush of adrenaline and excitement courses through me like a jet plane. I lightly slap his ass then pull his cheeks apart again and dive down, doing just as he asked. I lick and suck and nibble around his sensitive hole, all the while Cooper's moans and whimpers get louder. If anyone was to walk past my bedroom, there’s no doubt they’d hear him. Thankfully, my housemates are all pretty late risers.

Sliding my tongue inside Cooper’s tight channel, my eyes roll back as his taste hits me. Musky and sweet, with an edge of bitterness. Intoxicating. His ass is wet and dripping with my saliva when he starts begging for more. I will give him everything he ever asks for, but I don’t want to do it like this. When I slide myself into him for the first time, I want to do it with our eyes on each other. I want to know what he looks like when he feels that first bite of pain, how his lips move when I hit the sensitive spot inside him. I want to know every minute detail of how he looks when we’re connected completely.

“Roll over, baby,” I say, sitting back on my knees and tapping his thigh. Cooper rolls over. He has a sly smile on his face as he dances his fingers down his chest and then takes his flushed cock in hand. Squeezing and twisting, a small drop of liquid cascades down the side of his erect shaft. He spreads his legs and lifts his knees while putting on a show for me. His breath hitches and he moves his hips, fucking his own fist, and I can see in the tension on his face that he’s close, too close. I bat his hand away from his cock then crawl over him, blanketing his body with mine as our lips meet again. His hands roam my naked back, fingertips tracing my spine before coming to rest at the nape of my neck.

“You don’t get to make yourself come, that’s my job,” I mutter into his ear, biting at the soft flesh of his earlobe.

“Then do it, make me come.” I chuckle at the command in his voice, at the way my usually laid back, go with the flow, lover is suddenly so needy and vocal about it. Cooper is the giver, he never asks for anything - at least not outside the bedroom. Here though, he’s calling all the shots.

“With fucking pleasure, beautiful boy.” I pull back, but keep my eyes on him. Cooper watches me coat my fingers with lube, then bites his bottom lip as I wordlessly press one slick finger inside him, twirling it around before adding a second.

He hisses as I scissor my fingers then bend them in a ‘come here’ gesture. As I hit that soft bundle of nerves inside him, he cries out, his hips jerking up on the bed.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” he pants, and I can’t hold back the chuckle at the wide eyed glare on his face. He looks shocked, completely mesmerised.

“You’ve had your prostate stroked before, right?” The look of absolute amazement leads me to believe he hasn’t. He told me he’s bottomed before but that doesn’t mean he knows what this feels like. I stroke over the spot again and Cooper whines,throwing his head back as his hips launch up again and a stream of precum leaks from the head of his dick.

“No,” he pants, “never felt that before. Do it again,” he begs. I wiggle my fingers, then apply pressure, and Cooper grips the bedsheets hard enough to turn his knuckles white. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come.”

Indecision stills me for a moment. I want to feel him come on my cock but the look of bliss lining his features as I stroke him again, is too much to ignore. Decision made, I lightly press on his prostate again, then press harder, alternating my rhythm until his tight channel is gripping my fingers.

“Come for me,” I grit out, my own orgasm right there threatening to overtake me. It’s been years since I came prematurely but the feel of Cooper gripping me, the mewl-like sounds he’s making and the look of his pale body writhing and pulling taut with pleasure because ofme, has me so worked up, I wouldn’t be surprised if I exploded just watching him.

I wrap my hand around his cock, my fingers milking his prostate, and that’s all it takes. Cooper’s eyes slam shut as his cock erupts, streams of thick white liquid hitting his chest and covering my hand.

As fast as I can, I pull on the condom and coat my dick in lube then line myself up at his entrance. I need to be inside him. I need it more than the air in my lungs.

“This okay?” I ask because I know he may be too sensitive. A blissed-out smile tips his lips as he nods. Pressing in slowly, I watch the muscles move in his face as I sink all the way in. I study every subtle movement - the twitch of his lips, the flare of his nostrils - memorising every last detail of this moment.

As I move inside him, Cooper’s mouth parts on a silent exhale, his pupils dilate and he throws his head back, exposing the long, pale expanse of his slender neck. His cock twitches and whenI lean over him, licking a stripe up his neck and then to his earlobe, I feel it harden between us.

“More, baby?”

He hums in response, lifting his hands to lie above his head. Offering me his body to do with as I please. My lips meet his in a hungry kiss. It’s sloppy and wet, tongue and teeth clashing as my movements speed up.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” I say, my voice coming out strained and hoarse. I’m so close, but I don’t want this to end. “You were made for me, just for me.”

“Yes,” he whispers. “You feel incredible, so perfect.”

Sliding my hands beneath his shoulders, I flip us, until Cooper is on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the bed as he sits up, looking down with hooded eyelids. His hands find my pecs and he digs his nails in, a bolt of pain heating my blood until all I can hear is the beating of my heart in my ears.

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