Page 36 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“Yeah,” he said, breathing hard. He was getting too close.
“Stop,” I barked.
He groaned in disappointment this time but let go of his cock. His entire body was tense and trembling.
“Now, tell me. How have you been?” I said again. I wanted to give him time to calm, but I also wanted to talk to him. To just hear his voice. We’d gone days without more than a few texts between us.
“Good,” he said uncertainly. “Been trying to be better.”
“No, brat. Not how have you been behaving. How have you beenfeeling? Are you happy?”
He licked his lips, looking cornered. “Um…”
“That hard to answer, huh?” I felt my heart sink. Was he unsettled by the talking during sex, or was he just uncomfortable opening up to me? I’d mainly meant for us to talk as a playful diversion to prolong our sexting, but I realized Ididwant to know him better. I wanted to know him deeply.
“It’s not a simple answer, is all,” he said finally. “Happiness is hard to quantify. But this”—he gestured between us—“makes me pretty happy. Except I worry you’ll end it because…”
“Because you’re my friend’s son.”
“Yeah.”
“If I could do that, we wouldn’t be here,” I admitted. “I never should have started, but now that I have.” I blew out a breath, tempted to tell him how much I’d missed him over the weekend, how difficult it had been to take time away from him to work on curriculum.
I was tempted to tell him about the job, to tell him we could take this beyond the screen—but I couldn’t do that. Not without fallout for both of us.
This was the problem with voicing aloud what I felt. It could get me into serious trouble. Rattled, I barked out, “Turn over and pump that plug in and out. Let me see it.”
If Cooper was thrown by my abrupt change of direction, he didn’t show it. He rolled onto his hands and knees once more, reaching back with one hand to do my bidding. He slipped his index finger through the loop in the handle, tugging back to extract the plug halfway before pushing it back in.
“Good. Go slowly,” I murmured, “and give it a little twist.”
Cooper’s entire body shivered as he did as I asked, making little grunting moans into his pillow. God, he was gorgeous.
We went on this way, me playing Cooper’s body to the point of desperation, him following my cues no matter how needy he got—until I couldn’t take it anymore.
He was facing me once more, expression a twist of frustrated pleasure, body quivering, muscles straining to hold back the orgasm that wanted so badly to rocket through him. Yeah. He was so ready.
“Open your mouth for me,” I said, as I aimed my cock at the screen.
Cooper dropped open his mouth and extended his tongue. And I came, spraying toward the screen, the closest we could come to what both of us wanted. It’d be a hell of a mess to clean up, but I was beyond caring.
“Please, Daddy,” he murmured.
“Yes, do it,” I said. “Sit up so I can see and come for Daddy.”
Cooper pushed himself onto his knees, strong thighs framing his engorged cock. He was spurting before he was fully upright, crying out loudly.
“Jesus,” I said as I watched, my own cock spasming with another pulse of pleasure at the sight.
A moment later there was a loud knock. I jumped and looked over my shoulder, but it was Cooper’s door.
“Yeah?” he called out, sounding wrecked.
“Dude, you said we were meeting about the charity thing. Stop watching porn and get out here.”
“Oh, shit,” he swore as he reached for a T-shirt to hastily clean up. “Be there in a sec.”
“Yeah, whatever. You’re buying the pizza for making us wait, asshole.”
