Page 53 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
“Anything, brat. What would you like?”
He didn’t miss a beat. “I want you to fuck me.”
I kissed him again, this time taking my time to give my nerves a chance to calm. Every day brought us closer together, deeper into the tangled mess we were weaving. I knew I couldn’t walk away without hurting us both. This wouldn’t just be a fuck, not for either of us. But then had any of it ever just been sex? Not since the first night, and maybe not even then, had I ever viewed Cooper as a hookup.
I drew back, meeting his eyes. “If we do this, then it’s official. You’re my boy. I don’t fuck around, and you don’t either. We’re exclusive.”
Cooper smiled, as if I’d said something silly. “I’m already your boy, Daddy.”
I crushed my lips to his, kissing him so hard he moaned, possibly in pain. But he met me with just as much passion as the walls came down and we both fully surrendered to one another.
“I’m going to shower while you find a good stopping place and pack up your computer and notes.”
Cooper scoffed. “As if I can concentrate.”
I kissed him once more, hard. “Find a way. Make a few notes for where you’ll pick up when you return to it. I won’t be the reason you get off-track. When I come back, you’ll take a shower and ready yourself for me. I don’t need to explain what I expect, do I?”
He swallowed hard. “I have a pretty good idea.”
“Good. Because I’m really not in the mood to punish you. I want us both to come harder than we’ve ever come before.”
“You could spank me,” he whispered. “The sexy kind, I mean.”
“You want that? Want me to fuck your red-hot, throbbing ass?”
He shuddered against me, which was all the answer I really needed. I slid my hands down, squeezing handfuls of the ass he was begging me to take. “Ten minutes,” I said, finally tearing myself away. “These are going to be quick showers.”
He smirked, looking proud of himself. “Yes, Daddy.”
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COOPER
When I returned from my shower, wrapped in just a towel, Trace was waiting next to the bed. He was nude, which I hadn’t gotten many chances to enjoy. His shoulders were broad, and his chest was covered in hair. I was more entranced by his cock, a thick club that I’d definitely feel for a few days if Trace took me the way I thought he might. The way I craved. He was fully hard, yet he wasn’t touching himself. My gaze flicked to his hands, and my heart stuttered.
“Is that…”
Trace pulled the tie he’d worn today taut between his two hands, stretching it out for me to see. “My tie. You seemed intrigued by it.”
I licked my lips nervously, but lust drowned out any hesitation I might have at the idea of being restrained. My skin tingled, my cock grew harder, and my voice was rough as I asked, “How do you want me, Daddy?”
“It would take hours to list all the ways,” he said. “Come here.”
I approached him, my gaze flicking from that tie to his cock and back. When I neared him, he held out the tie. “Feel it.”
I touched it with two tentative fingers. It was silky smooth.
“This won’t really be much of a restraint,” he said. “It’s more the fantasy of restraint. Do you understand what I mean, Cooper?”
He was using my name. I sensed he wanted me to take a minute and really consider what he was saying. “You’re saying it won’t really be the same as ropes or cuffs or something?”
He nodded once. “I’ll tie it loosely. Because we’ve never done this, and I don’t really know if you want to. I thought it’d be fun, but you can say no, obviously. And if you do agree, you can still use your safe word to stop it at any time.”
“I want to do it,” I said quickly. Now that he’d introduced the idea, all kinds of scenarios were playing out in my mind. I wanted to know what Trace would do.
“Then lose the towel and turn around.”
When I did as he asked, Trace pulled my wrists behind my back and tied them together. He kept the tie loose as promised, and I could shift my arms a bit behind me.
