“You know, this isn’t what I had planned,” Cooper said, stepping closer and settling his broad hands on Nate’s hips. “My plan involved a couple of cocktails, maybe a dinner date while I tried to convince you to give me a chance, and then I’d ease you into the whole companion role, because I know you’re new to this. But that all went out of the window the minute I saw you. You’re”—his breath caught—“fucking irresistible, did you know that?”
Nate’s ego swelled at around the same rate as his now-very-interested cock. “Irresistible, huh?” He draped his hands around Cooper’s shoulders, and he could feel the heat radiating off him. Werewolves always ran hot, he remembered—in every sense of the word, it seemed. “What is it that does it for you? The gentle aroma of sunscreen and brick dust?”
“Honestly? I have no fucking idea what it is. I just know I want you.” Cooper reached up and cupped his chin. Nate found himself trapped under the weight of Cooper’s gaze. “The wolf doesn’t come out for just anyone, Nate. That was the best sex I’ve had in years.”
Nate ducked his head, unsure what to do with the praise. “It was just a blow job.”
“It wasn’tjustanything, baby.” Cooper pressed a kiss to his temple. “So when I say you’re irresistible, how about you just believe me?”
Nate had no idea what to say to that, and it turned out he didn’t need to say anything at all, because Cooper was cupping his face, tilting it and kissing him. Nate’s lips parted in shock and Cooper took full advantage of the fact, pressing his tongue inside and licking into his mouth like he was trying to catch the taste of his own spunk. It was stupid amounts of hot, and Nate decided to just go with it. He kissed Cooper back, letting himself soak up the sexual tension that crackled between them. Before he knew it, his cock was hard again, rubbing against Cooper’s own erection—a tease and a promise all at once.
Cooper slid a hand between them and wrapped it around both their lengths. Nate arched up into the heat of his touch, and he could feel the curve of Cooper’s smile against his mouth. Cooper pulled back and whispered against the shell of Nate’s ear, his breath warm, “Wanna move this to the bedroom, sweet thing? Or you want me to jerk you off nice and slow right here?”
Nate panted and rutted into his hand, unable to decide let alone form words.
“I need an answer, baby.” Cooper took his hand away and Nate missed his touch almost at once.
Nate was unsure why, but thinking, let alone talking, was almost impossible, all his cognitive functions buried under a wave of desperation. Right now, his focus was on getting more of Cooper’s hands on him, and getting Cooper over him,inhim. He kissed Cooper again, messy and urgent, and when they parted, he panted out, “Bed?”
Cooper’s smile could have lit up Optus Stadium. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He leaned in and murmured in Nate’s ear, “Gonna let me carry you there?”
Nate’s mouth went dry. It was like Cooper could read his thoughts—he’d always wanted to know how it felt for someone to manhandle him. He nodded, and before he knew it, Cooper had his hands under his thighs and was lifting him off his feet. Nate threw his arms around Cooper’s wide shoulders and held on. His cock rubbed against Cooper’s abs as he strode across the suite towards the bedroom door while holding Nate up like he weighed nothing. Nate didn’t hold back the moan that was trying to escape him, because this was the single hottest thing that had happened to him in hislife.
Cooper huffed out a laugh against the curve of his throat. “You got a thing for werewolf strength, baby?”
“Got a thing foryou,” Nate rasped out, shocked to realise it was true. He was weak for Cooper, had been since the moment he’d heard his voice.
Cooper stopped beside the bed and lowered him onto his back, on whisper-soft sheets that probably cost more than Nate made in a month. He settled himself over Nate, balancing on his elbows, and leaned in and kissed him again, hot and dirty, the movement causing their dicks to brush against each other in a sensual tease. Nate whimpered against Cooper’s mouth, heat crackling through his cock and balls, and lightning racing through him at the touch. Cooper hummed and rolled his hips, causing a delicious slide of skin on skin, and, in a voice that could have been bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac, asked, “You gonna let me have all of you, baby?”
“Yessss,”Nate hissed out, arching his back and chasing more friction. “Please, yes.”
Cooper let out a low, almost feral noise of want. Nate found himself lifted and flipped over so he was sprawled on his belly with Cooper pressed against his back, his cock nudging at Nate’s arse. Cooper tangled one hand in Nate’s hair and tugged, and Nate arched his spine in response and turned his head, exposing his throat. “Beautiful,” Cooper growled. His mouth was hot against Nate’s skin as he sucked on the tender flesh then ran up the side of his neck. Nate’s nerves tingled from head to toe and he rocked his hips, rolling his cock against the bedding as he chased more of the sensation.
“Oh no, baby.” Cooper pulled back from where he was kissing Nate’s neck, and pressed his hand into the small of Nate’s back, pinning him in place. “I’m in charge here. You get to come when I say, and not before. And I say you don’t come until I’m inside you.”
“Well, get inside me, then,” Nate panted, wondering when, exactly, the idea of someone controlling his orgasms had gotten so fucking hot.
Cooper’s low chuckle was filthy and delicious. “Oh, I will. Just gotta get you nice and open for me first.”
Nate let out a groan and squirmed, spreading his legs wider in blatant invitation. “Do it.”
Cooper ran both hands over the globes of his arse, massaging and spreading his cheeks, before Nate felt the press of lips and the scratch of stubble on the curve of his lower back. Cooper’s weight lifted off the bed for a moment, but he was back before Nate had a chance to miss him. Then there was the familiar click of a lube cap and slick fingers were gliding down Nate’s crease and circling his hole, making the nerve endings there sing. Cooper pressed against his opening, teasing, the pressure increasing with every touch until, at last, he sank one finger deep inside.
Nate arched his back and moaned, because fuck if that didn’t feel good. Cooper let out a groan of his own and started up a steady rhythm, pressing in and out, tugging gently at Nate’s rim until it was soft and stretched. He added a second finger, twisting his hand, loosening Nate up further before crooking his fingertipsjustright.
When he touched Nate’s prostate, Nate let out a shout as pleasure raced through him like he’d touched a live wire.
Cooper made a pleased sound. “Yeah? You like that?”
“Uh-huh,” Nate managed, his whole body alight.
“Good.” Cooper’s voice was thick with dark satisfaction. He continued to finger Nate, brushing against his prostate until Nate was half mad with the need to come—which wasn’t going to happen yet, he remembered. Not until Cooper fucked and filled him.
“Please?” Nate whimpered, and he knew he sounded desperate, but right now he didn’t care. He just needed Cooper inside him.
“Yeah? You ready to take me, sweetheart?” Cooper drawled, sliding his fingers in and out one last time before withdrawing, leaving Nate empty and aching.
“Uh-huh.” Nate rocked against the bed, all his words gone.
