Sam

My heart is pounding so hard I think I might crack a rib. God, I need this. I need him. My stomach is in knots, and I feel like a virgin all over again.

He’s taken me every which way imaginable, but this is my favorite position—his too, I think. I love feeling him behind me, draped over my back as he thrusts deeply inside me. And I know he likes pinning me down. I like it, too—I’m not ashamed to admit that to myself. His strength is such a turn-on. Craig asked me once why I was ‘wasting’ my time with an ‘old’ man—his words, not mine—who was stuck in his ways. It’s this! It’s his indomitable strength, not to mention the fact that he’s sexy as fuck. In my line of work, I have to be strong, fearless—I have to be ready and willing to run into danger, not away from it. But when I’m with Cooper like this, just the two of us alone, I can relax for a change, because I know he’s got me. Nothing gets past him. Sometimes I just want to feel protected.

Cooper’s a born protector—it’s in his nature. I think that’s why Cody’s death hit him so hard—he failed to protect someone he cared about when it really mattered. But he was just a kid himself back then; he couldn’t have saved Cody.

I hear Cooper unzip his toiletry kit on the nightstand, undoubtedly getting the lube. I think he’s intentionally giving me a few minutes to calm down and get in the right head-space. There’s no question about who’s dominant in bed. Occasionally I take the lead and top him, but that’s rare. Our relationship works so well because we both get what we need.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Is there any reason I should use a condom?”

His deceptively simple question hangs in the air between us as I work through what he’s really asking me. Have you slept with anyone since we were last together? We used condoms when we first met, for about the first six months of our relationship. After that, we committed ourselves to being monogamous, and since we were both free of STDs—we even went to the clinic and got checked out together—we stopped using condoms. Now, what he’s really asking me is, Are we still monogamous? “No. No need for a condom.”

“All right then.”

And that’s that. Anticipation leaves me quaking inside, my heart pounding, my chest tight. With him, it’s more than just sex. I can have sex with anyone. What Cooper gives me is something much more—a feeling of being consumed, of being cherished. He’s not in it solely for his own pleasure. He always makes sure I get mine, in spades. When he’s done with me, I’ll be completely wrung out, little more than a puddle of sensation. 

A slender shaft of light coming from the bathroom illuminates the dark bedroom, and I can feel the warm, humid air wafting into the room. Even with my face pressed into the pillow, I can hear him getting prepared. Part of the excitement for me is the anticipation… waiting for that moment when he first lays his hands on me, wondering what he’s going to do. Will it be slow and sweet? Or will it be fast and rough?

Tonight’s different, though. It’s been months since we were together, so he’ll have to take his time preparing me. He’s a big man to take to begin with. Tonight, it’ll be like starting all over again, and that sends shivers down my spine.

My heart rate picks up when he tosses a brand-new bottle of lube on the bed. Then the mattress dips as he kneels beside me. His big hands are still warm from his shower, and they feel good as they skim over my back and hips. He strokes my skin lightly, teasing my nerve endings and reducing me to a puddle of need.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, his voice low. “You have no idea, Sam.”

My throat tightens painfully, and I feel a surge of remorse for leaving him high and dry at the wedding reception. But I did what I had to do at the time, no matter how painful it was. We’re here now, aren’t we, in Sweetwater, dealing with his past? Dealing with the demons that have kept him so closed up.

I turn my head so I’m facing him, my head propped on a pillow. “I missed you, too.” The words themselves are woefully inadequate, but the pain in my voice speaks volumes, and I think he realizes that.

He bends down and kisses my temple tenderly. “I’m sorry.” Then his lips settle over mine. “It was my fault—I drove you away. I might have been angry at you for leaving, but I never blamed you.”

He skims his lips down my neck. “I’m going to take you like it’s the first time all over again. We start fresh tonight, okay?”

I shiver when his lips slide down to a spot at the base of my neck, where he sucks on my skin. I know he’ll leave his mark there, below the collar of my T-shirt—where no one can see it. But he knows it’s there, and I know it’s there. We’ll both know he marked me, and that’s sexy as hell.

He trails kisses down my spine, making my nerves tingle. His hands slide down my sides to my hips, then to my ass. He grasps each one of my butt cheeks, giving them a little squeeze, and then a sharp little bite, which makes me gasp.

Then he comes back up the bed to press a kiss behind my ear. “You’re going to be so tight, aren’t you, baby?”

I’m wound so tightly I can barely speak. “Yes.”

“I’m going to get you ready to take me again, and then I’m going to remind you who you belong to. When I fuck you tonight, you’ll be screaming my name. You got me?”

“Yes!” Jesus! These walls are paper thin. Jake’s going to get an earful, I’m sure. “What about Jake?”

Cooper chuckles, seemingly unconcerned. “I’m sure he’s heard worse.” Then he kisses his way down the small of my back, and I can feel the five-o’clock stubble on his chin. He kisses each of my butt cheeks reverently before gently squeezing them. “Turn over.”

He rolls me to my back, exposing my body to his hungry gaze. Crawling forward, crouching like a tiger on the prowl, he lowers his mouth to mine. He grips my jaw, coaxing my lips apart with his own, and slips his tongue inside. He eats at me, drawing out every breath and moan. He grabs my hands, linking our fingers together, and pins my hands firmly to the mattress.

His kiss finally softens, and he makes love to my mouth, sipping at me, stroking my tongue, drinking in every sound I make. My cock is straining, flushed and thick, and my balls are already so tight I wonder how long I’ll last. I swear he could make me come just from kissing me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice low and rough. He trails kisses down my throat. “Every sound you make, every cry. Every time you tremble in my arms, you slay me.”

His lips trek down to my pecs, and when he flicks his tongue against one of my nipples, I cry out, arching my back. But he’s still holding my hands pinned to the bed, restraining me, which drives my desire even higher. He tongues and nibbles on my nipples, licking me and teasing my piercings. I strain against his hold, raising my hips, pressing my cock against his abs. He grinds himself against me, gritting his teeth in pleasure.

With a growl, he releases my hands and scoots down the bed to rub his face in the hair at the base of my cock, breathing in my scent with a low groan. Then he runs the flat of his tongue along my erection, making me gasp. With one hand, he cups my balls, gently massaging them, while his other hand grips the base of my cock.

“Who do you belong to?” he says, his voice rough and low.

I can barely breathe, he’s got me wound so tightly already. “You.”

His grip slides to the tip of my cock and his thumb collects the wetness there, spreading it over the head. Then he leans down and licks the slit, which he knows drives me crazy. My back bows off the mattress. “Fuck!”

He makes a pleased sound, a low rumble deep in his chest, as he licks the head of my cock again, drawing out the sensations, wracking my body with searing pleasure. When he finally stops teasing me and takes my dick into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, I start making incomprehensible noises and throw my head back into the pillow.

Cooper goes down on me like nobody’s business, sucking and licking, stroking me with his tight fist as he draws me to the back of his throat. I fist the sheets, panting and squirming as he works my cock, driving me toward climax. But when I get close—when fire rips down my spine and into my balls, drawing them up even tighter—when my throbbing dick pulses in his mouth, he backs off, letting me come back down to Earth. He tortures me like this, over and over, until finally he lifts up. He won’t let me come, at least not yet. We’ll come together. After he’s shot his load inside me, he’ll jerk me off.

Cooper rolls me back onto my belly, which is difficult given how hard I am. My cock is trapped between my body and the mattress, and then by his, as he settles over me. He covers my back with his body, and I shiver when I feel his lips behind my ear, murmuring hot, needy words. I give a low, drawn-out moan, and he chuckles.

I’m barely aware of what he’s doing when he reaches for the lube and sits back on his haunches. I close my eyes, focusing on the exquisite pleasure still coursing through me. He pulls one of my butt cheeks to the side and dribbles that cool slipperiness down my crack and right over my hole. Then his finger is there, spreading the lube and testing my readiness. When he presses the tip of his finger inside me, I tense automatically, my muscles drawing tight.

“God, you’re tight,” he says. His lubed finger is a little more insistent now as it slides in, then out, over and over, sinking a little deeper each time as he spreads the lubricant. “Relax, baby. Just breathe.”

I exhale a long, shaky breath, and his slick finger sinks easily inside. I groan loudly when he curls his finger and grazes my prostate. Oh, my God, it’s been so long. How did I survive three months without this? Without his touch? He knows exactly how to make me shiver and squirm. I start moving my hips, lifting to meet his thrusting finger, all the while craving a thicker penetration.

He kisses me as he finger-fucks me, rubbing and stroking me inside where my nerve endings are rioting with pleasure. Then he withdraws his finger to apply more lube, and this time he works two fingers into me, stretching me slowly.

His long fingers stroke me deep inside, brushing against my prostate with each pass, tormenting me with what’s still to come. When he finally thinks I’m ready, he withdraws his fingers and moves to kneel between my spread thighs, leaning down to cover me with his big body. He’s heavy, but I like the way he pins me down. His thighs nudge mine farther apart, and he moves in closer. He taps his erection between my ass cheeks, letting me feel how hard he is, how heavy. As he lubes his dick, my belly and ass clench in anticipation.

We both groan as he teases my opening with the blunt head of his cock, rubbing against me, pressing lightly against my tight opening. Gradually, he increases the pressure as he presses forward, becoming more insistent that I let him in. Our bodies play this exquisite dance, where he seeks entrance, but mine tightens until gradually the promise of pleasure overrules me, and I open for him, softening. He presses steadily inside, filling me inch by inch, advancing slowly as he waits for me to adjust, until finally we’re both gasping with pleasure. I feel the inevitable little bite of pain and breathe out, a long, slow exhalation to help me relax.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, clutching my hip with his free hand. I can picture his other hand wrapped around his thick cock as he guides himself into me. “Just relax and breathe.”

Cooper’s a big man, with an equally big cock. It’s thick and long, and it takes some time for me to take all that gloriousness inside me.

He rocks forward, sinking a little further into me each time. And once he’s fully seated, he pauses, giving me time to adjust. He’s hot and throbbing inside me, and we both groan loudly. When he finally starts to move, slowly at first, I clutch my pillow, gritting my teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure. Every time he strokes inside me, the heat and pressure of him tease my sensitive nerves, lighting me up inside. The pleasure swells until I’m groaning shamelessly into my pillow, pushing back against his hips to drive him even deeper inside me.

He takes his time, working over me, until he gradually picks up speed. I press my hot face into the soft material to muffle my cries. I’m a loud fuck—I always have been. And Jake’s right on the other side of that thin wall. I guess I’m enough of an exhibitionist to get off knowing he might be listening to us.

Cooper groans each time he sinks inside me. And once my body is open to him, he gradually speeds up his movements, thrusting long and deep, driving us both insane. His voice and his breath are harsh as he grunts with increasing exertion, moving faster and faster. My body lights up inside when he hits my prostate, sending jolts of pleasure along my spine to my balls.

When we’re both close, he hauls me up onto my knees so that I’m kneeling in front of him, my back is pressed against his scorching hot front. At this angle, he’s destroying me, hitting my pleasure spot with each stroke, making me gasp. One arm crosses over my chest, holding me to him, and with his free hand, he reaches down to grip my cock with a lubed palm, stroking me firmly, just as I like it. My chest is heaving. My belly is clenched, and my balls are drawn up tightly. I can barely catch my breath as he jerks me off, spreading my pre-come over my length.

I grit my teeth, holding out as long as I can, until his rough shout fills the quiet room. With a hoarse cry, he bucks into me, over and over, filling me with scalding heat, pressing in deeply as he growls into my neck. Gradually, his movements slow as his climax wanes. He’s so slick inside me now. His grip on my cock tightens, and he gets serious about bringing me to climax, murmuring hot words of encouragement into the back of my neck. With a loud cry, I come so hard I see stars, spurting my load on the sheet.

When it’s clear I’m ready to collapse, he releases me gradually, slipping out of me as I fall forward to lie in my own jizz. I’m far too exhausted and boneless to move a muscle. Cooper disappears into the bathroom for a moment, where I can hear the water running as he cleans himself up.

He returns a few moments later with a warm washcloth and a clean towel. “Roll over.”

I roll onto my side, groaning at the exertion.

He lays a towel over my spunk, then cleans me up with the washcloth. “Okay, lie back down.”

After another quick trip to the bathroom, Cooper turns off the light and sets his Glock on the floor beside the bed, where he can easily reach it, then climbs into bed beside me.

I’m absolutely wiped, both body and mind sated for the first time in months. My ass is sore and throbbing from being stretched, but it feels so good. And I can still feel the blinding pleasure of my climax echoing through me.

Cooper pulls me to him and kisses my forehead. “Get some sleep, baby. Tomorrow’s going to be a real bitch.”

I groan in response, too wiped out to reply.

As I lay my arm over his muscular torso, running my fingers through his chest hair, I melt into his embrace, soothed by the scent of his warm skin and the steady beat of his heart.

God, I don’t ever want to be separated from him again.