Page 33 of Cooper & Jake
I stand up on shaky legs, snatching up the towel while Jake turns off the water. I hurry and dry myself, then fling the towel at Jake as I rush out of the room.
“Someone’s in a hurry!” he yells from the bathroom.
“Hell yes, I am!”
I jog into the bedroom, stopping over at the dresser to grab the bottle of lube and my tie. A jolt of electricity hits me when I think of Jake tying me up again. There’s just something about the thought of giving myself over to him in that way that sets my blood on fire. There aren’t many men I would trust to tie me up, but Jake has always been a person I’ve been able to trust my life with. Even if we’ve been apart for twenty years.
Jake saunters into the bedroom, the towel wrapped around his neck as he uses the end to dry off his hair. I have to swallow my tongue at the gorgeous man in front of me. He doesn’t have a six-pack with defined abs, but his body is stunning with his muscular arms that flex as he passes the towel through his hair. Jake winks at me, throwing the towel onto the floor.
“On your hands and knees. Wrap your hands around the spindles on the headboard. Did you grab—” his sentence cuts off when he sees the black tie lying next to me. “Good boy. I see you’re prepared.”
“Yes,” I moan, rising from my spot on the mattress and turning around to crawl and place my hands against the slats.
Jake climbs onto the bed, straddling my ass. Leaning down, he kisses from one side of my shoulder blade to the other. I close my eyes, my body relaxing into the bedding at his soft, gentle caress.
A silk touch hits my neck, and I jerk while Jake chuckles. “It’s the tie.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, closing my eyes again.
Jake drapes the tie across my neck, then drags it down each of my arms before working his way to my back. The delicate touch of the silk leaves goosebumps on my body, but leaves my dick even harder than before. I try subtly grinding into the mattress, but there’s no use trying to hide it when Jake is on top of me.
“Damn, I love how impatient you are,” he purrs in my ear. “You ready for me to restrain you?”
“God yes, been ready.”
The smack on my ass is unexpected, a yelp falling from my lips before turning into a moan. “Fuck, you are so damn perfect.”
My dick jerks against the mattress, and I preen under his praise. Wanting to be a good boy and listen, I wrap my hands around a post and wait for him to tie it up. He doesn’t leave me waiting long, moving up toward my head and using the tie to restrain it.
“Test it,” he tells me, watching intently as I try to pull on the tie. Just like earlier, there’s enough slack to not be too tight, but not loose enough that it’ll fall off.
“Perfect,” I murmur.
“Get that ass in the air.” Jake gets off the bed, and I turn my head to see what he’s doing. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, rolling on a condom before he pours lube on his shaft, all while staring at my ass. Oh my god, that’s sexy as hell. Wanting to show off, I wiggle my ass, smiling when his eyes widen. He steps forward, giving my ass cheek a slap, the vibrations leading straight to my dick. “Spread your legs a little wider. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how well you follow my directions. I’m going to loosen you up and get you ready for my thick cock, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe, dropping my head back down toward the mattress.
Another smack hits my ass, the sound echoing throughout the room. I arch my back, hoping he does it again, and I’m not disappointed when another slap hits my other ass cheek. God, I hope I’m sore as hell tomorrow and can’t sit down. I wait with bated breath for the next strike, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a quick moment before cool liquid starts sliding down my crease. Knowing what comes next, I get excited, arching my back again. Jake rubs the lube onto my hole with his thumb, slowly inserting it every so often.
“I need more,” I pant, yelping when he smacks my ass cheek again.
“You’ll be patient and wait. Understood?”
“God, yes,” I moan with no hesitation. Fuck, I love seeing Jake all dominant and commanding. And if he doesn’t fucking stop, I’m going to come all over these damn sheets before he can even get inside me.
I close my eyes, trying to calm myself down as he inserts his fingers. There’s no way in hell I’m going to come early. I keep taking deep breaths as he works me open, one finger at a time. By the time he’s moved up to three, I’m begging, telling him I’m ready.
“Please get inside me. I’m ready, I promise. Please, Jake. Fuck me, I need it. Now.”
“I do love when you beg,” he purrs, removing his finger and replacing it with his cock. “Now be a good boy and hold on.”
He doesn’t give me any warning before he’s slamming into me. My body jerks further up the mattress from his thrust, a never-ending groan leaving my lips. Jake grabs hold of my hips, pounding into me as I drop my head down and enjoy the ride. Jake grunts behind me, and I hope to god his fingers leavebruises behind. I want something to remember this in a few days when I’m back at home.
My thoughts try to turn depressing, so I tune them out and focus on Jake’s cock in my ass. “Harder,” I rasp, pushing back as he continues ramming. I let out a sob when Jake comes to a complete stop. “You don’t tell me what to do. Not unless you’re begging and pleading and asking me, ‘please.’”
“Please fuck me harder, Jake,” I beg, trying to scoot back and fuck myself on him, but with the restraints, I can only move so far.
“Say it again,” he says, slowly pulling out and moving back in. Hell, I think this is more torturous than when he’d stopped completely.
