Page 83 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
I cupped his head gently, tipping forward to kiss the tip of his nose, aware that his father was watching. “No. I’m going to revel in you slowly, worship every inch of your skin, and give you so much pleasure it washes away all the pain you’ve felt these past few days. Most of all, I want to take care of you, in whatever way you need.”
“Such a good Daddy.”
Cooper tugged me down for a proper kiss, and the front door slammed shut.
I tensed, but Cooper tightened his grip when I would have pulled away, and I gave him what he needed. Our lips brushed gently, then parted as our tongues met. Familiar lust rose, entangled with affection, and my heart swelled along with the bulge in my pants.
I broke the kiss gently. “Let’s get you settled in my room. Can you handle all the stairs?”
“Yeah, the brace is mostly a precaution at this point,” he said, turning toward my pickup. “I just won’t be running any races.”
I opened the door for him and gave him a boost into the truck, making him laugh at my solicitousness. When we arrived at the B&B, I made him wait for me to open the door and help him down to the sidewalk.
I carried his bags and kept one arm around his waist as he slowly made his way up the stairs. He stepped lightly, but steadily, and didn’t seem to be hiding any pain. As soon as we were inside, he turned, reaching for me, and I met him in a deep kiss. All the worry, all the fear that I might lose him, came rushing to the surface. The kiss at his father’s house had been reserved, but I didn’t have that kind of restraint now.
I dropped his bags, grabbed the back of his thighs and lifted. Cooper gasped against my mouth, but wrapped his legs around my waist, rubbing against my hardening cock as I stumbled the few steps to the bed.
We crashed down together, bouncing, and Cooper failed to stifle a sound of pain. I pulled away. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
Cooper tugged me back down. “I’m fine,” he said quickly, kissing me again when I would have protested. He tightened his legs around me, as if determined to keep me in place, and I chuckled into his desperate kiss. If he needed this, I’d give it to him—but I wasn’t going to forget again that he was a touch fragile.
I gentled our kisses, moving to trail little licks and nips down the column of his throat. He rocked his hips up against me, breathing harshly. “Need you, Daddy.”
“Shh. I know.” I slipped both hands under his T-shirt, skimming over hot, smooth skin. I felt the rise and fall of his chest under my palm, the frantic beating of his heart vibrating his breastbone. “You worried me, brat. I was afraid I’d lose you. First with the accident, then to your father.”
“I’m sorry.” His eyes met mine. “I can’t promise I’ll never have another accident, but I’ll never willingly leave you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said.
He reached for me, but I caught his wrists and pressed them to the bed over his head. “Now, be a good boy and let Daddy take care of you.”
His lips parted, and a flush colored his cheeks. “But I want—”
“Shh.” I pressed a finger over his pouting lips. “Don’t get bratty, or this won’t end well for either of us. I really don’t want to deny you pleasure right now.”
He huffed, his breath gusting over my fingertip. I raised an eyebrow, waiting to see how he wanted this to play out. If he went the brat route, I’d tease him mercilessly, which would be a torture for me, as well. He seemed to reconsider, though, gently licking my finger and murmuring, “I’ll be good.”
As a reward, I pushed up his T-shirt and kissed his navel. He quivered a little, ticklish I thought, as my beard brushed over his skin. I continued pushing his shirt up, kissing softly up to his sternum, then tugged it carefully over his head and left it tangled around his wrists.
I sat back on my heels, admiring the view of Cooper stretched out, arms over his head, pink nipples stiffening to points and stomach rising and falling with his breaths. Below the waist, his cock tented the material of his gray sweatpants obscenely. My brat wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“How’s this ankle?” I asked, gently placing a hand on his shin just above the brace. “Does this need to stay on?”
“You can take it off.”
I carefully pulled apart the Velcro straps and eased it off his foot, flicking my gaze to his face to search for signs of discomfort. There were none. A closer look verified there was no overt swelling or bruising, but I’d still be careful with him.
Cooper fidgeted as I inspected his injury. “I’mfine.You don’t need to worry.”
I set his leg back on the bed and loomed over him, staring him down. “I’ll decide whether I need to worry,” I said sternly. “You’ll lay there, still and quiet, and let Daddy decide what’s best. Won’t you?”
Ah, the emotions on his face were a treat. He bit down on his bottom lip while his expression flickered from surprise, to irritation, to frustration and then—the moment I’d been anticipating—submission. Eyelids fluttering shut, he murmured, “Yes, Daddy.”
I rewarded him by licking over the lip he’d nipped. He raised his head for a proper kiss, and I drew away, kissing along his jawline instead. He tensed beneath me, frustrated again, but he forced himself to relax and accept what I was giving him.
My goal wasn’t actually to tease my boy mercilessly. No, my concern was pushing his body too hard. I knew Cooper was desperate to reconnect, and if I didn’t rein us in, he’d suffer for it. Once he gave me his submission, I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I stripped off his pants, leaving him naked and spread for me to devour. He trembled with want, but now Cooper was wise enough not to try to hurry me. I took my time, kissing along his body, searching out sensitive spots, like the place over his ribs and in the crease of his groin. And while I sampled him, I gently massaged his muscles: calves, thighs, pecs. I concentrated on turning him boneless before I made any move to touch his cock.
