I nod, a whimper falling off my lips.
“I fucking missed you,” he rasps, fist tightening. “Missed this.”A tight stroke. A flick of his wrist.“Missed being near you.”Stroke. Flick of the wrist.“Touching you.”
My eyes roll back, hips lifting as he uses his other hand to work my jeans down my legs enough to free my dick. The cool air hits it, but there isn’t a single part of my body that’s cold. I’m burning up from the inside out with the way he’s touching me. Cope reaches down, cupping my full balls, and I gasploudly.
“Yeah…let me hear you, city boy.”Fuck.“I love the sounds you make. Love the way your body responds to me. How mine responds to you. You’re fucking made for me.”
Holy shit.Cope isn’t usually silent in bed, but this…this is so hot. I never want him to stop. I can feel his own erection against my back, and I desperately want to turn around so I can pull him out too, but it’ll have to wait.
Hot lips press down on the overheated flesh on my neck, placing wet kisses all along the skin. His teeth graze the area, sending a shiver down my spine, just as he wraps a fist around my cock again, squeezing and stroking in a way that has me leaking. I feel his touch everywhere. His physical touch, but also the way he’s touched me emotionally. Our connection is bone deep, and he’s now a part of me in a way I never want to live without.
I turn my head, lips finding his, and I swear, it’s like fireworks go off inside of me the moment his tongue grazes mine. His taste, the feel of him, his hands on my body…Him.
“Cope,” I gasp against his mouth. “Fuck! Don’t stop.”
He reaches up with his free hand, underneath my shirt, fingers easily finding my hardened, sensitive nipple. He tugs on the piercing, pinching the bud, and I lose it. Cope is my undoing, and I can’t hold back. My release barrels through me, taking me by surprise. Toes curling inside my shoes, limbs stiffening, I cry out against his lips as I unload all over my stomach.
I don’t give myself any time to come down from the high he just gave to me before I’m sitting up and spinning around. Pressing a hot, fast kiss down on his lips, I run my fingers through my release, gathering as much of it up as I can.
“Pull yourself out,” I order him, the shameless need clear in my voice. I need to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. Thankfully, he seems about as desperate as I am. As soon as his cock is freed, I lift my cum-soaked hand up to his face. “Spit.”
A growl sounds at the back of his throat as he holds eye contact, adding his saliva to the mess in my hand.
Bringing my hand back down, I fist his hard length, stroking slowly at first, quickly getting more fevered. His dark, endless eyes drink me in, lids hooded and heavy, his cheeks bright pink and radiant. He looks exactly how I feel, and I can’t get enough of it.
“God, you look fucking beautiful right now,” I admit breathlessly.
A smile tugs on his lips, the flush deepening on his face. I lean in, capturing his full lips with mine. Straddling his lap, I pump my fist while my tongue thrusts into his mouth, licking every crevice I can reach. His burning arousal is a potent flavor on my tongue. I can’t get enough.
Within a few minutes, I can tell he’s getting close. His breathing has kicked up, and his groans are getting louder. Needier. The fingers of my free hand find their way into the hair on the nape of his neck, and I breathe against his lips, “Come for me, cowboy.”
“Fuck!” he gasps before doing just that. His hot seed coats my hand as he grunts and moans into my mouth. At some point, his hands found their way to my hips, fingers digging into the flesh as I work him through his release. I can’t help but smile, thinking about the marks that’ll be there later.
Reaching behind myself, I grab the napkins he brought with us, using them to clean up the mess we made. We both tuck ourselves back into our pants before reaching for our waters, chugging them, and trying to catch our breath.
“Don’t think I’m dropping the moving in with me thing.”
He eyes me, and I throw my head back, laughing. “Didn’t think you would,” I reply.
“I’m serious, Xander.”
“I know you are.” My heart steadily beats as I take in his expression.
“So, will you?” He’s looking at me with the cutest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen, and I nearly melt at the sight. “Please.”
Biting the inside of my cheek in an attempt to ground myself, I watch him. I really, truly see him.
“Look…can we make a deal?”
“If the deal is you saying yes,” he teases, a sly little grin slipping into place.
“I’m not saying no,” I confirm, holding up a hand when I can tell he wants to butt in. “But can we wait until after the season is over before we make a final decision? Give ourselves time to get used to what we have. Get used to being together—and being apart. I don’t want to rush simply because it feels good, you know? I want to…more than you know. But I’d feel better if we waited until you were back. Let us find our groove together. Okay?”
Cope’s brows are pinched, his lips pressed into an unamused line. But eventually, his features soften. “Okay,” he replies. “I respect your point and can see why waiting until I’m back is a better choice. But let the record show, I don’t like it.”
Chuckling, I nod. “Noted.”
“I’m serious about you coming on the road with me for a little while. I’m not budging on that.”
