Cooper put his hands under Nate’s hips and hauled him up and back so that he was balanced on his knees, then ran a hand down his spine, applying gentle pressure until it was arched just so. Nate started stroking himself in long, slow movements, letting out a groan of relief at getting a hand on his cock. He was distracted enough that he took no notice of the crinkle of foil from behind him.
Then Cooper’s fingers were back in his arse, spreading him wide and adding more lube before they were replaced by the blunt head of Cooper’s cock. As Cooper pressed forward, Nate rocked back, revelling in the fullness when Cooper breached his hole and slid in deep in a single, smooth thrust.
Nate let out a groan as his body adjusted to being filled and stretched, and Cooper echoed it while grinding forward, as if to make sure Nate felt every fat inch of his dick. Then he wrapped his broad hands around Nate’s waist, holding him steady. “Ready, baby?”
Without waiting for a reply, Cooper began fucking him in earnest, snapping his hips forward in a fast, desperate rhythm, and the room was filled with the slap of skin on skin. Nate jerked himself off in time to the thrusts, letting out sounds he hadn’t even known he could make. Between Cooper hitting his prostate and his own urgent strokes, it didn’t take long until he was shaking with the need to come.
Cooper’s grip on him tightened and he hauled Nate backward and up onto his knees. He slammed up into him, pulling Nate down onto his cock with a low, animalistic grunt. He fucked up hard enough that Nate’s breath left him as Cooper sank even deeper inside him, like he was determined to carve out a space for himself. Cooper’s entire body tensed and he hissed as he filled the condom, before reaching around and tugging on Nate’s piercing, the sting sharp and sweet and perfect.
Combined with the manhandling that was just the right side of too rough, it was enough to trigger Nate’s orgasm. Before he knew it, he was coming like a freight train, his ass clenching down on Cooper’s length as Nate shot his release across the bed.
Cooper let out a low growl and ground in deep. Nate had thought he was done, but Cooper’s movements must have hit just right because Nate’s balls throbbed, and he was shocked to find himself coming again. It seemed to last forever. By the time his cock gave one final twitch, he was exhausted. He sighed and sagged back against Cooper’s chest—a sweaty, fucked-out, satisfied heap.
Cooper ran a hand down Nate’s ribs and settled it on his stomach, resting his head on Nate’s shoulder. “Fucking hell, Nate,” he murmured, “that was incredible.”
Nate was still drifting on his post-orgasmic high, Cooper’s body warm against his back, and all he could do was hum in agreement. He settled his hand over Cooper’s, linking their fingers over his stomach. He could feel the hint of a bulge, and knew it was Cooper’s cock still buried deep inside him.
It shouldn’t have been arousing, but Nate knew he’d be jerking off to the memory of this for the rest of his natural life.
As if reading his thoughts, Cooper whispered, “You like it when I’m all the way in you, huh, baby?” He pressed down and Nate groaned at the pressure, squirming where he was still impaled on Cooper’s cock.
“Damn, Nate. You keep moving like that and I’ll think you want me to fuck you again.”
Nate’s ass clenched around Cooper’s length like it wason boardwith the idea, and Nate actually considered it for all of three seconds, because Cooper fucking him had felt goddam amazing. But then Cooper trailed his hand down and cupped Nate’s limp cock and Nate gasped, oversensitive, dismissing the idea of anything else happening involving his junk—at least until he’d recovered.
“I wish I could,” he rasped out, “but I’m only human.”
“Yeah, baby, I know.” Cooper lowered them to their sides and pulled out. Nate’s hole ached in a way that told him he’d been well and truly fucked. “Tell you what,” Cooper purred in his ear. “You rest, and maybe when you wake up, we’ll do it all again. And after that I’ll take you somewhere nice for that getting-to-know-you dinner, yeah?”
Nate could feel the pull of sleep, despite it being early afternoon, but his lips still curved into a lazy smile at the idea that Cooper wanted to take him out. “Pretty sure you know me inside and out,” he said, stifling a yawn.
Cooper huffed out a laugh against the nape of his neck. “Smartarse.”
“Oh, did I not list that in my profile? My mistake.” Nate grinned, right before another yawn forced its way out.
Cooper sat up and got out of bed, pulling the quilt up over Nate’s shoulders. Nate intended to stay awake and wait for him to come back, but after two mind-blowing orgasms, the lure of sleep was too great.
He wasn’t sure how long he slept for, but he woke to the sound of Cooper’s voice in the other room. He lay there, ears straining to pick up the conversation, but he could only hear one voice, so he guessed it must be a phone call.
“I don’t care,” Cooper said. “They’ve been warned before.”
There was silence before Cooper said, voice raised, “No.I want them terminated, and all evidence that they were ever there removed.”
What the fuck?
“Yes, I’m sure. And, Jonas? Make sure word gets out. Some people seem to have forgotten that when it comes to my business, I don’t play around. This might remind them.” Cooper’s voice was hard, and it made Nate’s gut twist with something that wasn’t quite fear, but was a close cousin.
“One more thing. You know I’m on Companion time, so unless somebody dies or the place goes up in flames, I don’t want to know.”
Silence, then Cooper lowered his voice and said, “Let’s just say he fell into my lap, and leave it at that. I have to go, Jonas. He’s awake.”
Right, because freaky werewolf senses.
Nate sat up in bed, his mind whirling. What the hell was it that Cooper did that he was having people…terminated?
Obviously he was rich if he could afford the amount he was paying for Nate’s company. And terminated was just a fancy word for giving someone the sack, right? Still, Nate couldn’t help but be reminded of every mafia movie he’d ever seen.
He shook his head at his own ridiculousness.
