Page 23 of Cooper & Jake
Cooper crawls on shaky legs and arms and straddles me. He lines my cock up with his hole, then slams down without an ounce of hesitation. He leans back, placing his palms on my thighs as he fucks himself on my dick, his cock bobbing up and down against my stomach, and I reach out to stroke him.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby. You take my cock so well,” I praise him, loving when his smile brightens and his cheeks turn a rosy red.
“I’m not going to last much longer, Jake. You feel so fucking good inside me. Like your cock was made for me.”
“Hold on,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
Cooper falls onto me as I plant my feet on the mattress. I use the stance to help as I pound into him from below. Cooper lets me take control, his whimpers hitting my ears as I thrust in and out of his hole. Remembering what Cooper said about what he likes during sex, I bring my palm up, then smack it against his ass cheek. His physique arches into mine, his dick covering my stomach in precum.
“I need more,” he pants, licking up the side of my neck.
“You got it,” I tell him, pulling out again, letting him fall onto the bed. Cooper is like a limp noodle, his body melting into the mattress. I flip him over, smacking his ass again, smirking when he moans loudly. His right cheek is pinking up, and, fuck me, it’s beautiful. “On your hands and knees.”
Cooper does as I say, and as soon as he’s in position, I slam back home. Cooper tosses his head back, shouting out my name as I ram into him. I don’t let up, sweat covering my forehead and spine as I lose myself in him. Cooper is a mess of sounds and incoherent mumbling, his hands holding onto the headboard railing, his body moving with each thrust. I look down at his cheek, smacking his ass again. “God, your ass red and stamped with my handprint like this is gorgeous. I wonder what it would look like if I did this—” I smack the other side, wanting to make the left as bright and rosy as the right.
“Fuck!” Cooper shouts as his hole tightens around me. I lose it, coming into the condom while Cooper shoots down on the comforter. He falls into his own mess as I pull out of him. After taking the condom off and disposing of it, I lie down beside Cooper.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, staring at him.
“Holy shit is right. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so well before. And my ass—oh god, I’m going to feel that for days.”
“Oh, fuck. Your ass. Do you have lotion or aloe? Something I can use to massage it?”
He leans up on his elbow to look at me. “Uh, yeah, actually. There’s some lotion in the bathroom.”
“I got it.” I jump up from the bed and rush to the bathroom. There’s a bunch of bottles littered around the countertop, and I blow out a breath as I wade through them all. “Who uses this many products?” I whisper, my eyes scanning each bottle on the counter. I finally locate the cream and go back to Cooper. “Turn over.”
“Okay.”
Cooper rolls onto his stomach, and I straddle his legs. He folds his arms under his head and lies down, closing his eyes. I pump some lotion into my palms, rubbing them together to warm up the liquid. Once I’m sure it won’t be too cold, I start softly massaging his ass cheeks. I spend time on the left and then focus on the right. Cooper’s body relaxes under my touch, and I chuckle. Wanting him to relax a little more, I apply more balm to my hands and rub his lower back, making my way up toward his shoulders. I begin by gently massaging in circular movements before moving along his spine. He softens at my feel, sinking into the bed.
I’m still not quite sure how we ended up here.
Two days ago, I hadn’t talked to him in years, and now here I am having fucked him senseless after only hanging out a handful of times. We’ve gone from zero to sixty in no time.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he mumbles softly.
“Hmm?” I ask, leaning down to hear him more clearly.
He opens one eye and grins. “Your hands stopped moving. So, I’m guessing there are a million thoughts running wild through your head right now. Stop overanalyzing and keep touching.”
“Has anyone ever told you how demanding you are?” I say, forcing my hands to start working again.
“All the time. It’s one of my greater qualities. You’ll get used to it.”
“I hope so.”
And I really do. After having my hands on him and my cock inside him, I’m not ready to say goodbye. Tonight’s the last night of the reunion, and I don’t know what happens next. As much as I would love to say this was a quick hookup at our reunion, that sounds gross and seedy and not how I view Cooper at all.
“Keep moving those hands, Jake.”
“Yes, sir,” I joke, smacking his ass playfully.
A few hours later, I’m back in my hotel room getting ready with Peyton. After I massaged Cooper, he started dozing off, so I said goodbye and let him sleep. I headed back to my room before hitting the gym at the hotel for a quick workout. There are still a few reunion events happening today that I want to go to, like the group photo and the passing out of yearbooks.
It’s still wild to think that we never got yearbooks during our senior year of school. I’m still not sure what exactly happened, but apparently, there was some type of mishap, and they were never ordered. So, for our reunion, the committee made sure to get them purchased. The effort needed to find all those photos from the past just to create this memento is unimaginable. I want to make sure I get one, though. It’s the only school yearbook I don’t have.
The actual reunion party is later tonight; dinner, dancing, and some awards. I might be a little eager as I’m hoping to spend more time with Cooper later. One can hope, right?
