I held the back of Coop’s head when we kissed. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks when his hands pulled me closer to grind himself into me. We used the corners of our mouths to breathe because our tongues clashed and searched. His body writhed below mine as we naturally fell into the roles I’d always assumed we would. He’d be an involved and willing lover, but he wanted me to take control. Just the idea of being with him like this drove me insane with passion.
We violently slammed our bodies together, our mouths never detached while our hands felt, searched, explored the other’s body. We’d seen each other naked a thousand times, but to experience this was on another level. Neither of us reached for the other’s cock, but our swords were in a battle of their own as they slid across each other, the sweat mixing with precum.
I pushed his legs apart with my muscular thighs and settled between them, grinding my cock on his as we continued kissing. I couldn’t get close enough without being inside of him but knew that today wouldn’t be that day. I fantasized about how Cooper would feel for years. I had completely undersold the experience.
He gasped before he moaned into my mouth, humming and mumbling as he felt the fire building. “I think I’m gonna come,” he said, his eyes wide when we gazed into each other’s eyes. I licked the sensitive skin on hisneck before I sucked gently while flicking my tongue against his pulse and roughly burrowed my face against him. His legs fought with mine when he stiffened underneath me. “Ohhh,” he cried. “Ohhh . . . ohhh . . . I can’t . . . ohhh . . . . can’t stop . . . it.”
Coop bucked uncontrollably under me when he released. My load shot out almost immediately after his cries of pleasure. We pumped against each other, breathing and grunting as our cock’s erupted with pleasure. We held on tight until both of our quivering and breathless panting subsided. Our next kiss was gentle like the ending of a sweet lullaby bringing both of us down from the heavens.
As I had hoped, we were a good fit; natural lovers who’d finally shared the kind of love we’d longed for. I couldn’t speak for Coop, but I only saw our physical love getting better. Much better.
Now could be the strange part. We’d crossed a line. Our friendship had irretrievably changed from that moment forward.
He nuzzled my neck and held on tighter, his way of asking me to help him feel safe.
I did a push-up and hovered above him, smiling down at him, sweat dripping on his face from mine, neither of us thinking it was gross. “Are you okay?” I whispered. He nodded and returned my smile. “And you’d tell me if you weren’t?” I pushed.
“Yeah, I would.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His hair was splayed over the pillow and some curly locks were soaked with perspiration and stuck to his forehead. His sky-blue eyes sparkled as the morning sun came through his eastern-facing window. He was stunning.
A mental alarm bell went off and I checked whether the door was closed to his bedroom. I collapsed onto him, moving my mouth to his ear. “Your parents,” I whispered urgently.
He let out a typically cute Cooper laugh, digging a finger into my side to get me to roll over. When I did, he crawled on top of me, switching our positions. “At the gym. They do yoga on Saturdays, remember?” he asked. “For another hour or so,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows and lookingwhere our hips connected.
“What?” I asked, making biting motions at him when he tried to hold my arms to my sides.
“This time I’m on top.”
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE: Cooper
“Well, this is different,” Mikey said, holding me tightly as we faced each other and the warm shower spray splashing against my back.
“Only in reality as far as I’m concerned,” I teased. “I’ve played this over in my mind countless times.”
“You did, huh?”
“You have no idea,” I confessed. “Over and over and over and over.”
Mikey placed a hand over my mouth. “I heard you.”
I wriggled free. “I must say this is even better though.”
“Turn around, you goofball,” he said. “Lemme get your hair and back.”
“Umm, can I share something?” I asked. “Not to be too, well . . .forwardfor a newbie.”
“Am I the newbie or are you the newbie in this scenario?”
I laughed out loud, turning my back to him so I’d have the courage to admit something dirty to him. “I’ve always been the gay one in this friendship, so you’re the newbie.”
“Friendship, huh? Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Stop,” I said. “You know what I mean.”
“Whatever. Go ahead,” he said.
“What you’re about to do,” I began. “You know, like we’ve done this like, so many times, right?” I continued, probably sounding like a sorority girl with my overuse of the wordlike. “You always start by washing my hair and then you scrub my back, but only to my waist.”
