Page 21 of Cooper & Jake
He shuts the door, then turns to face me. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“Oh god, no. I want to. Fuck, I want to so badly. Don’t listen to me,” I say, flipping my hand around in the air.
“Let’s take a shower. That way, we can both relax. Then, once we’re done, we can decide if we want to still put our hands all over each other, or we can take a nap until we have to get ready for tonight.”
“Okay,” I breathe, nodding my head. “A shower sounds good.”
Jake walks ahead of me, whipping his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor. He unbuttons his jeans, shoving them down to the ground before disappearing into the bathroom. Not wanting him to be in there by himself for too long, I strip out of my clothes, rushing into the restroom. Jake is standing next tothe tub with the water running, and his arms crossed over his chest.
“Took you long enough,” he growls, his eyes scanning up and down my body.
“I was literally thirty seconds behind you.”
“That’s thirty seconds too many. Now get that sexy ass in the tub.”
I walk past him, yelping when he lightly slaps my ass. “Do it again,” I moan, stopping and wiggling my ass.
Jake slaps my butt again, with a little more force this time, chuckling. “That’s good to know.” We step under the spray of the hot water, and I instantly feel more relaxed. Jake wraps his arms around me, holding me as steam billows all around us. “Is this better?”
“Much. Now let’s get clean so we can get dirty again.”
We take turns washing one another, and I may spend a little bit longer than is strictly necessary cleaning his cock. I can’t help it; it’s gorgeous. It’s long and thick with a perfect mushroom head at the tip. He’s so damn hard under my touch, but I don’t stroke him. I don’t want him coming unless it’s in my ass. After I clean him, he finishes me up and then we rush to dry ourselves off.
“Wait for me on the bed. I’ll be right there.”
“Okay,” I reply, easily following his command.
I dash into the room, running to the dresser to grab something I want to see if he’ll use. Jake leaves me waiting for far too long, and when he finally shows, I’m a whimpering mess, my hand stuck to my cock.
“Couldn’t wait, I see,” he tsks, shaking his head. “So impatient.”
“I’m so fucking horny,” I groan, stroking my dick roughly.
“Tell me what you want, Cooper.”
“I want you to put your hands all over me.” My cock jerks at the thought of Jake’s touch, and I close my eyes. “I want you to fuck me so damn hard I feel you every time I take a step tonight.”
“Trust me, baby, I can do that.” I watch as he reaches down toward his jeans and pulls a condom out of his wallet. “No, I didn’t plan for this to happen. I always have one just in case.”
“Yeah, don’t wanna hear about that. But, uh, I did want to ask if there’s something you might be into?”
“Hit me. You can always be open with me.”
“So, I’m not totally into BDSM, but I like a little extra oomph,” I tell him sheepishly, my cheeks heating rapidly. It’s constantly nerve-wracking to tell men what I’m into. Some are okay with it, and some are completely turned off. But I realized long ago that I deserve to have sex the way I want, and that I should always be open with my partners about what I’m looking for.
“Like what?” He doesn’t back away. No, this amazing man steps closer to me, placing his knee on the side of the bed.
“I really enjoy spanking,” I tell him first, my nerves starting to dissipate when he nods his head excitedly. “And I really like to be tied up. But if you’re not into that, it’s okay.”
“Oh no,” his gruff voice says, and he approaches me. “I’d love to tie you up, Cooper. God, yes, I want to do that so badly.”
“I might have grabbed this out of my dresser in the hopes you would say that.” I pull out my black tie from under the pillow and dangle it in front of Jake’s face. “Maybe we can start off easy. Tie my hands to the headboard?”
“I can do that, baby.” Jake takes the tie from me, sifting it through his fingers as he feels the fabric. He gives it a gentle tug, his eyebrow raising in my direction. “I’m going to love using this. Put your hands up next to the bars.”
I do what he says, raising my arms slowly and putting them next to the rod with my wrists together. Jake moves up nextto my head and expertly wraps the silk around my hands and then around the railings. I give it an experimental tug, noting that while it’s not loose, it’s snug enough that I won’t be going anywhere.
“Hell yes,” I pant, my dick twitching as I keep pulling at the tie.
