Page 14 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I licked my lips. “Nice. Real nice, Coop.”
“Yeah?”
“Look at me.” He glanced up, eyes gleaming. “You still want this? You can change your mind. This is our first and only time together. I might not be the right choice—”
“No, I want it with you,” he said in a rush. Then, more like the Cooper I’d seen before, he huffed a laugh. Affecting, once more, that irreverence he seemed to have perfected. It was like a shield he held up when he was feeling uncertain. “It’s just some fun, right?”
“If we do it right.”
He relaxed. “Right.”
“I mean, it’s more than just fun for some people. It can be a sexy kink, but it can also be more. An entire relationship dynamic.”
He sounded intrigued. “How’s that work?”
“I’ve never done it,” I admitted. “I’ve only ever played a Daddy in bed to fulfill some naughty boys’ fantasies.”
“You mean I’m not your first?” Cooper full-on pouted. “That’s disappointing.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have an experienced hand smacking your ass?”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
Without another word, I grabbed his waistband and jerked it down. I wasn’t gentle, wanting to get him back in the mood of our sexy game. But damn, his jeans were so tight they barely budged. I had to peel them down, rather than yank them to his knees in a show of dominance.
“Oughta spank you just for wearing these ridiculous pants,” I grumbled.
“These ridiculous pants are why you let me in here,” Cooper pointed out.
He wasn’t all wrong, but…
“Don’t sell yourself short. That mouth of yours alone would have done the job.”
Cooper smiled wide, dimple popping, and I grasped his arm and pulled him over my lap before I turned into a fool for that beautiful face. He gasped as he lost his balance, tumbling stomach first over my legs. “Warn a guy,” he said.
I gave him a light smack. “Don’t sass.”
He huffed a breath but didn’t say anything more.
“Good boy,” I murmured, caressing his bare skin. I spread my legs slightly, helping him get into a more comfortable position. He thrust his cock between my legs like an old pro at this. Perhaps Cooper had watched some spanking porn—or maybe he was a natural.
I looked down at his long, strong body stretched over my lap, bare ass exposed and ready to take on a beautiful pink tint. I’d done this before but never as more than a little kinky fun in bed.
This was just that, and yet it felt different. Maybe because I knew Cooper. Or at leastfeltas if I knew him. I couldn’t deny that he wasn’t the same kid I’d once tossed around in the pool. He was an enigma to me, but a gorgeous one.
I skimmed my hands over his ass. “You ready?”
“Just do it.”
“You can tell me to stop at any time.”
“Trace,” he said, voice tense, and I let my hand fall with a loud smack. He jolted, giving a startled cry.
I paused, watching the pink handprint bloom on his ass. My blood ran hot as I stared down at my handiwork. Sure that I’d given him time to absorb what he was in for, I let my hand fall again. And again.
And again.
I didn’t make Cooper count, and I didn’t push him too hard. I kept my slaps firm, hard enough to sting but nowhere close to any lasting pain or bruising. Cooper took it beautifully, grunting and moaning through it, giving me no more yelps or cries after the first. He thrust his cock, rubbing it between my legs, and I didn’t stop him.
