Page 52 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I inhaled sharply as Trace put words to action, slowly taking me into his mouth. He needn’t have worried about me getting too pushy, because the second his magic mouth went to work on me, I melted against him. He held my hips tightly, controlling how much movement I had, and ecstasy sparked down my spine and settled in my balls as he dragged me forward, taking me deep, then pushed me back to tease at the head.
Trace Laurie was a superb cocksucker, and I felt honored to be the recipient of his experience.
When he finally let me come, I was a trembling mess, having neared the edge so many times only to be skillfully pushed back from it. I came hard and long, still in his hot, wet mouth, and it felt as if the rest of my energy fled with my release.
Trace caught my ribs as I collapsed forward, and with brute strength, shifted me down so that I lay across his chest, head on his shoulder, cradled by his arms. “What do you think, boy. Worth a little study to get that kind of reward?”
I sighed blissfully. “I do love older men.”
He pinched my ass, making me yelp. “Don’t push your luck,” he growled.
“Did I say old? I meantexperienced.I love experienced men, like you…” Ah, fuck. I was digging a hole. Did that sound like I’d said I loved him? I hadn’t meant to say that. I tensed in his arms, but he brushed a kiss on my jaw.
“Shh, you’re fine. Let’s just relax and enjoy this moment. We’ll get up soon and shower, then call it a night. We’ve both got a lot of work to do tomorrow. And I’m positive we’ll both be deserving of more rewards tomorrow night, won’t we, brat?”
“Yes,” I murmured, already determined to impress him. I’d struggled with my test review, but surely, I could manage some research and notes. I had no idea if I could write a paper with the depth of knowledge and analysis that my professor would want to get the kind of grade that would bring up my GPA, but Trace wanted to see me try—and scary as it was, I wanted to do it.
Not just for him, but for myself.
At least when I failed to meet the GPA eligibility, I could tell the guys that I’d tried everything. It wasn’t much, but it was more than I’d managed in a long, long time.
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TRACE
I returned from my seminar Saturday afternoon to find Cooper hunched over a laptop. His forehead was wrinkled as he craned his neck to study a notebook, then looked to the screen, and back to the notebook. He typed with two fingers, like an old-timer pecking keys.
“I thought you were the tech-savvy one?” I said as I walked into the room, tugging at the tie that was trying to strangle me. Matthew had said I could dress more casually, but it helped me get into the right frame of mind to lead the seminar if I dressed the part.
Cooper straightened, his face brightening at the sight of me. “I am tech savvy. What do you mean?”
“Not a very good typing technique.”
“Oh.” He shrugged, laughing a little. “I do most of my typing with my thumbs.” At my confused look, he clarified, “On my phone.”
“Ah. Texting, you mean.”
“Yes, old man. And sometimes sexting.” He winked.
“Someone’s feeling bratty,” I said as I put down my laptop bag and shed my jacket. “You looking for a spanking?”
“Always, Daddy.” He grinned. “But I believe you promised me a reward if I was a good boy and did my research.”
I unknotted my tie and tugged it from my neck, the material sliding free in one smooth glide. Cooper watched the movement with unusual fascination. “What are you looking at?”
“Suit porn,” he said with a grin.
I snorted, crossing the room to him, and slipped the tie around the back of his neck, tugging him toward me for a kiss. Cooper came eagerly, opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue against mine.
Pulling back, I glanced at the screen. “I don’t want to interrupt if you’re in the zone.”
“Please interrupt,” he said. “I’ve been working all day. I spent hours at the library. Even got the librarian to help me find the best sources. I took notes. I wrote an outline. I’ve even started a rough draft.”
“Hmm, that does sound like good progress.”
His eyes locked on mine. “Can I have my reward, Daddy? Please?”
My lips curled up. Who was I to deny my boy?
