If possible, his eyes darken even more, an obsidian sea of his desire all for me. His full lips part as he brings his hand to his stiff length. Letting the cool liquid drip from his palm onto his shaft, he spreads it around with his fingers before wrapping a firm grip around himself. The sight of Cope, this big, strong cowboy, pumping his cock in his fist is as sensual as it is filthy. And I can’t tear my eyes away. I allow myself a few moments, simply watching and enjoying the view before I slick up my own fingers, spread my legs wide open, getting to work.
Cope’s gaze very quickly leaves my face, raking shamelessly down my body, until it locks on the spot between my thighs where my one finger turns into two, fucking in and out of my entrance. The heat of his stare ignites my blood, setting off a wildfire through my veins. His gaze is a physical entity, something that can be felt on every inch of my skin. I’m high on his attention, and I never want to be without it. The hunger written clear as day on his face fuels the flames.
Curling my fingers, I graze the sweet spot inside of me that makes my cock leak. I imagine his dick hitting that spot instead. How good that’ll feel.
I need it.
I need him.
I need our bodies to be connected in a way that makes it impossible to tell where Cope ends and I begin.
Once I’m sure I’ve worked myself open enough, I reach for the box of condoms beside his hip, ripping it open, and grab one out. Tearing the foil with my teeth, I roll the rubber onto his hard, veiny length, desperately wanting to feel him bare inside of me one day. I slather his condom-clad cock up with a generous amount of lube before climbing over top of him. His hands, once again, easily find their home on my hips as mine rest beside his head on the pillow.
A rush of anticipation and nerves swim through me as I line his tip up with my hole. As soon as the flared head brushes along my tight pucker, a shiver rolls down my spine, goosebumps erecting all over. My skin feels alive, as if my body is one long strip of live wire, set off by his touch alone. Our gazes are locked, the entire world melting away as I lower myself onto him, inch by inch. The stretch feels unbearable at first, tears springing to my eyes as I try to close them. Before I can, Cope grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest when I see the intensity in his gaze. Eventually, the stretch gives way to something much more pleasurable, and by the time I’m fully seated, I know without a doubt, Cope has ruined me for anybody else. Not that I want anybody else.
His teeth are gritted and bared to me, brows knit tightly as his nostrils flare on a harsh exhale. “Fuck, Xan,” he gasps. “You’re so fucking tight, strangling my cock.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to his, giving us both a minute to adjust. It feels like he’s going to split me open, with how full I feel. It’s both overwhelming and mind-blowing at the same time. When I do finally start to rock on his lap, it’s slow, his hands guiding me, our faces mere inches apart. We’re breathing each other in, fully submerged in this moment, neither of us wanting to miss a thing.
The air thickens and everything about this feels right. With how close our bodies are, the underside of my dick drags along his abdomen with every bounce on his cock. The double stimulation is incredible, and when he reaches up, taking my pierced nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching, I swear, I see stars. Cope keeps his free hand firmly planted on my hip, pushing me down as he fucks into me from the bottom. His jaw is slack, as is mine, and we’re both panting heavily as our movements speed up. I’m stuck between never wanting this moment to end and needing to come more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
“I love the feel of you deep inside me,” I moan, my eyelids fluttering closed at the pleasure. “So big…sogood.”
He growls, flipping us without ever pulling out, until he’s towering over me, plundering into my body. My legs hike around his waist, eyes rolling back as the new position has his cock dragging across my prostate, lighting my entire body up like an explosion of fireworks. Time stands still as we ride out this wave of pleasure together, our bodies moving as if they’re made for each other. Sweat drips down my nape, lining my brows, and I can see the perspiration glistening on Cope’s chest too.
“Oh, my God, Cope,” I moan, my head thrown back onto the pillow as he relentlessly drills into me. “Yes…fuck,yes! Don’t stop!”
Cope reaches up, grabbing ahold of the headboard as he fucks into me harder, the cords in his forearm protruding under the strength he’s using, and I could fucking die a happy man at the sight. He’s powerful and sexy, and all of that is on display above me, and I can barely hold back. With his other hand, he wraps a tight fist around my throbbing, leaking cock, stroking me to the same rhythm he’s using as he slams into me.
“Give me your cum, city boy,” he grits out. The rasp to his voice and the way his muscles are tensed up, I know he’s getting close too.
All of my senses are heightened in this moment, and before long, the start of my release creeps in, building from the base of my spine, and I know there’s no holding back.
“I’m close!” I cry out. “I’m gonna come.”
Cope growls, the sound downright animalistic as he maintains his speed but seeming to somehow get deeper, peg my prostate a little harder. It does the trick, and on a choked sob, my dick erupts. Thick, white ropes coat my hand and my chest. The sight must set him off because his movements get jerky, his breathing stuttered, as he stills, spilling his own release into the condom with a moan that makes my cock twitch.
We’re both out of breath and drenched in sweat by the time he finishes. Shoving his arms under my back, he collapses on top of me a moment before he shifts us until we’re both lying on our sides, our limbs remaining connected. “I fucking missed you,” he rasps, his face burrowed in the crook of my neck.
Breathing out a laugh, I press a kiss to his forehead. “Missed you too.”
We stay like that for a while; long enough for the cum on my body to start to dry and get itchy. After we begrudgingly climb out of bed and take a quick shower, we order delivery, and spend the rest of the evening lying in bed, drinking champagne straight out of the bottle, and eating an array of food.
It's genuinely the best way to end the night.
30
COPE MURPHY
Three Weeks Later
“Cope, you really didn’t need to pick me up,” Xander grumbles from the passenger seat as we sit at a red light. “I could’ve taken an Uber.”
I glance over at him incredulously. “Please, be for real right now, Xan. The drive from the airport to Copper Lake is too far for that to be feasible, and how often do you see Uber drivers around here?”
His brows furrow. It’s adorable. “Well, then I could’ve asked my aunt.”
“Now, why would you do that, when I’m here and perfectly capable?”
