Page 33 of Wrecked

“Of course not. I’m just surprised.”

I wrap my fingers around him and feel the heat of him throbbing in my grasp. I stroke him once, twice, and watch as his foreskin slides back revealing the broad head of his cock. I catch a drop of pre-cum on my thumb and bring it to my mouth to suck.

Sam groans. “Fuck.” He quickly removes his sneakers and kicks off his jeans and underwear. And then he stands before me, bare ass naked, like a gorgeous tribute.

My heart is pounding because I’m going to finally have this beautiful man. I’m going to touch him and stroke him and taste him. I’m going to make him beg for mercy. I’m going to make sure he yells my name when he comes.

Sam starts unbuttoning my shirt and lets the material hang open. The way he stares at my chest is better than foreplay. His fingers get to work unbuckling my belt, then unfastening my trousers. As soon as he frees my erection, he drops to his knees and draws me into his mouth.

“God!” I groan. His mouth is a gift. He takes me in deep until I’m hitting the back of his throat. I can’t help grasping his head and holding him where I want him. As he strokes me with his tongue and lips, he cups my sac, gently squeezing and tugging. His touch feels so good my legs start shaking as the pleasure builds quickly. Too quickly. “Sam.” I haul him up by his arms. “This will be over before it starts if you keep doing that.”

Chapter 11 – Sam

If someone asked me what my fantasy man is, I’d say he’s standing right here in front of me. Cooper makes me weak in the knees. He makes me want things—things only he can do to me.

Cooper sits me on the side of the bed, and I watch as he removes his shoes and shucks off his clothing. My God, his body—tan skin, sculpted muscles, a torso that makes me ache to taste every inch of him. He’s a man’s man, with hair on his chest and thick veins running down his arms. His thick, veiny cock is fully erect, gorgeous, with a broad head that makes my mouth water. My muscles clench tightly at the thought of that beautiful erection pushing into me, filling me.

I watch as he opens the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom packet. I’m glad at least one of us is being responsible tonight. I swear, if he wanted to go bareback, I wouldn’t say no. I don’t think I could ever tell this man no.

Cooper steps in front of me, between my legs, and cups my face. He gazes down at me with a heat that sends all my blood south.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice low and guttural.

Cooper brushes his thumbs over my cheeks, over my lips, then up over my eyebrows. His fingers sink into my hair, his blunt nails digging into my scalp and sending a shiver down my spine. “I want you,” he says.

All I can do is nod. I don’t think I could form a coherent sentence right now if I tried.

“I want tofuckyou. Are you good with that?”

“Yes, sir.” My response isn’t even a conscious one. It just comes out.

His slight smile turns into a frown. “This has nothing to do with work, or our working relationship. This is personal. You got that?”

As I’m about to reply, he slips one of his thumbs into my mouth, instantly short-circuiting my brain. The only response I can think of isgah. All I can do is nod.

“Look, kid, I want to be upfront and crystal clear with you. I’m not looking for arelationship. I don’tdate. Ifuck, and that’s it. We do this, it’s a one-time thing, and then we’re done. Got it? Don’t expect anything more after this. Are we on the same page?”

I swallow hard, and I feel like I’m about to choke on my Adam’s apple. His words go in one ear and out the other. I hear what he’s saying, but right now I don’t care. All I can think about is his thumb in my mouth—and another part of his body that I want inside me, too.

I close my lips around his thumb and start sucking, becausefuck!I want to suck on something. I want to please him. I want to blow his mind. I want him to want me as badly as I want him.

Groaning, Cooper shakes his head. “You are too much. I know this is a really bad idea, but I can’t seem to help myself. Scoot back on the bed.”

I do as he says, inching up on the mattress until my head hits a pillow.

Cooper kneels between my legs and looms over me, caging me in. “You’ve done this before, right?”

I nod, and before I can speak, he leans down and kisses me. His mouth is hungry and demanding, nudging my lips apart and slipping his tongue in my mouth. He strokes my tongue, then draws it into his mouth to suck. The way he devours my mouthtakes my breath away. He bites my bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me groan.

He kisses his way down my jawline to my chest. He licks one nipple, and it feels so damn good I whimper, arching my back for a firmer contact. His mouth moves to my other nipple, and he gives it the same treatment. As he trails kisses down my torso to my belly, and lower, I’m struggling to drag in enough air.

I’m so hard, I ache. He takes hold of my erection, wrapping his fingers around me. His palm brushes the tip, picking up pre-cum and painting the head with it. He adds a bit of his own lubrication, slicking me up so he can stroke me easily.

As Cooper runs his fist up and down my length, he studies my expression closely, gauging my reaction.

God, it feels so good.I fist the sheet beneath me, moaning and groaning like a teenager experiencing his first time. My back arches off the mattress as I thrust harder into his grip.

He strokes me roughly, so good it hurts, and just as I feel myself close to coming, my balls drawing up tight, he slows his hand.