Page 13 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
Cooper tightened his arms around me, pressing into the kiss eagerly. Sparks shot through my body at the velvety stroke of his tongue. When he hiked one leg up around my hip, moaning as our cocks finally connected through layers of denim, I came to my senses enough to fumble for my room key.
Cooper was like an octopus, clinging to me while I tried to fight for space to maneuver the key into the lock and open the door. “Coop, let me get us into the room,” I said in exasperation.
He laughed breathlessly. “Afraid you’ll change your mind if I let go.” Then he added almost shyly, “I like hearing you call me Coop.”
I smacked his ass, making him jump. “Let’s see how much you like it when I’m spanking you for seducing me like this.”
“Ooh, Daddy,” he said, “don’t tease me.”
I finally got the door open and shoved him inside. “We’ll see who’s a tease.”
Cooper looked stunned as I manhandled him across the room, pressing him up against a wall and pinning him there. I growled in a low tone close to his ear, “You’re a brat, you know that?”
He nodded, eyes wide, but there was enough lust there to light up the entire power grid. I knew he wasn’t afraid so much as overwhelmed.
“You know what happens to brats?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrows. “They get what they want?”
I laughed low before sucking hard on his Adam’s apple, making Cooper groan. If he reacted that way when I touched his neck, he’d fall apart when I really got my hands on him. I couldn’t wait to see it.
“We both get what we want,” I said, “but first, you have to make up for being a shameless flirt all night. You have been driving me out of my mind.”
Cooper batted his eyes. “So sweet of you to notice.”
My eyes fixed on the brat’s lips, then dropped significantly lower. “Decide how you’ll make it up to me.”
Cooper paused. “Wh-what?”
“You can have my dick down your throat or my hand spanking your ass. What’ll it be?” I winked when he hesitated. “All in good fun, of course.”
“Of course,” he said faintly.
Color had risen to his face, but I couldn’t be sure if it was embarrassment or arousal. I wasn’t one to force play on anyone. I gave him a beat, then checked in. “Coop, we can stop if—”
“Both,” he blurted. “I can’t choose just one. I need it all.”
Heaven help me with this one.
“It’s just, we only have this one night, and I’ve never been spanked.”
He looked at me so longingly, I felt my heart squeeze. I wouldn’t have guessed it from our first interaction, but now I could see that Cooper needed this. I didn’t fully understand his motives yet: Did he just want to submit or did he want to feel grounded by discipline? One night wasn’t enough time for me to peek into all the hidden corners of his mind and figure out what made him tick.
But I knew one thing: He wanted it.
And I was going to provide.
I stalked over to the bed and sat down on the end. Then I patted my thigh. “Come on, then.”
Cooper swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, then approached the bed.
“Unbutton your jeans.”
He popped the button, eyes locked on mine.
“Unzip. Let me see your cock.”
Cooper, who’d shown not even a single ounce of modesty the night before when he’d half-stripped and bared his cock, glanced down shyly as he did as he was told.
