Page 84 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
The room quieted, the only sounds the quiet sighs and whimpers I drew from him, along with my own harsh breathing. I did my best to ignore my own desire, but my blood ran hot and my cock pressed painfully against the seam in my jeans.
I endured the discomfort because I knew if I so much as unbuttoned, I’d be unable to resist making this about me. And I wanted to focus on Cooper.
His cock was every bit as hard as mine, curving up toward his belly, and once he’d fully melted into bed and stopped fighting the urge to hurry me, I bent down to lick around his cockhead. His whole body jolted, though he maintained his position, my good boy. I took him into my mouth, enjoying the silky hard weight of him on my tongue. Lowering my head, I angled so that his cockhead would rub against the ridges of the roof of my mouth, and he moaned so prettily for me. I tightened my mouth, bobbing my head, while I pinned his hips down, ensuring I was in control.
“Oh fuck, Daddy, feels so good,” he panted as I took him deeper and deeper on each dip down his shaft. I slid him into my throat, letting his cock block my air until I felt lightheaded. Then I dragged my lips back up, starting the process again, until his moans were one continuous, drawn-out cry of pleasure, broken only by gasps for air.
I drew back so that I could speak. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
He trembled. “Thank you, Daddy, thank—fuuuck!”
I dropped my head down, taking him deep and swallowing, while pressing my right index finger against his hole, pushing against the quivering muscle. Cooper erupted as my finger sank into his heat, his words turning to a shout of release. I pressed my finger deeper, reaching for his prostate, prolonging his pleasure until he sagged against the bed, utterly spent of every drop. I’d stopped trying to swallow after the first flood and let his cum slip back down his shaft. The boy was a mess, but it’d serve me well now, as I yanked open my jeans, scooped up some of his cum and used it to stroke myself rough and hard until I striped Cooper’s chest with my own release.
“That was amazing,” he slurred, sounding drugged. His eyelids were heavy, but I couldn’t leave him in such a state. He’d hate me later when he woke glued to the bedsheets.
“You’re amazing, brat. Give me two minutes.”
“M’kay.”
I ran across the hall and started running a bath, squeezing some body wash beneath the spray since I didn’t have any bubble bath. I watched for a moment, nodding in satisfaction, as the water foamed. One more temperature adjustment later, I returned to the room and half dragged, half carried Cooper to the bathtub. He was limp as a rag doll, and I took most of his weight so he wouldn’t strain his ankle. By the time I got him into the bath, he was more alert.
“Are you getting in with me?”
We both eyed the confines of the tub, a tight enough fit with just Cooper in there. “We’ll save that for my big jacuzzi at home.”
“Ooh, you have a jacuzzi,” Cooper said, grinning. “I look forward to experiencing that.”
It seemed as good an opening as any, especially when I saw him avert his gaze as if embarrassed he’d invited himself into my home.
“I would love to have you there,” I assured him. “I’ve imagined enjoying you in every room of my house. We’ve spent a lot of time apart, and I had a lot of time to fantasize about a future together.”
“Really?” He looked at me hopefully. “We haven’t really talked about what happens, you know, long term.”
“We’ll be together.”
“That easy?”
“And that hard,” I said. “Risking everything with your father wasn’t easy. I don’t take that lightly.”
I reached for a washcloth provided by the B&B and began washing his chest, scrubbing away the evidence of our lovemaking, but knowing that the true marks we’d placed on one another were the kind to endure. As I’d told Matthew, Cooper was not a fling. This would not end for me, unless Cooper chose to end it.
“We’re worth it though. We’ll make it work,” Cooper said. “Right?”
I swirled the washcloth through the water and ran it gently over his thigh. “I refuse to accept any other outcome.”
He chuckled lightly. “Such a Daddy.”
I glanced up at him, my chest tight. “I mean it,” I said. “Whatever it takes, wherever you go—”
“Wherever I go?” he said. “Am I going somewhere?”
“You won’t be in school forever. You may not want to remain in Hayworth.” I paused. “Or maybe you will?” I shrugged. “I can’t assume you want to move six hours from your friends and family to be with me.”
“Really? I just walked away from my dad today. You don’t think that means I want to be with you?”
“That’s not what I mean.” I dropped the cloth and raised one wet hand to his cheek, cupping it gently. “You shouldn’t have to wrap your future around my location. If you want to pursue a life somewhere else, I’m just letting you know, I’m willing to compromise.”
Cooper straightened, water pouring down his torso, and he leaned forward to look at me hard. “What about your business?”
