10. Chapter 10

God, we were actually going to do this, and Cooper let me. My brain got high on the thrill and anticipation, loving to explore new things, and I was excited that Cooper went along for the ride. To make this even better, his cock got so hard for me. His body reacted regardless of me being a guy. As aroused as I was, my hands trembled a little and grew clammy.

And my body reacted to him, too. Hell, I hadn't even touched him yet, and I leaked pre-cum everywhere from the very idea of sucking him off. I figured it would be fun for me, but I wanted him to enjoy it, too. Was it wrong that I wanted Cooper to fantasize about me? To watch me sucking him off and not dream about another girl? No, I shouldn't think like that. It wasn't fair. He liked girls, period. I didn't want to change that.

The scent of arousal coming off him was out of this world. I mean, girls smelled similar, minus the masculine body wash, but it could've been from the newness of it all, making it so alluring. Besides his woodsy body wash, I inhaled the scents of musk, earth, and salt. Shit, and he even smelled warm. Did warmth even have a scent? It was addicting.

My fingers slipped into the band of his joggers and underwear and tugged on them as I looked up into his pretty eyes. He lifted his ass off the bed, allowing me to slide his clothes down. I pulled them off his ankles and tossed them next to my shorts on the floor.

My eyes pinged right to his cock, and fuck if I didn't love his dark red pubes.

I lifted his heavy dick and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, finally getting the balls to touch him. I looked up at him again, making sure he was still on board with this. All the while, my heart beat wildly, making it hard to breathe, as adrenaline filled my veins. The heat coming off him flushed my body while his gray-blue eyes grew wide and turned nearly black, watching my hand fist him.

Yes, he was paying attention to me and didn't have his eyes closed, imagining a girl. Regardless, I said, "Lie back on the bed, Coop. Imagine I'm a girl and enjoy the ride." While I wished he would focus on me, I didn't want him freaking out as soon as my lips touched the head of his dick.

"Okay."

He lay back as instructed, and his hands fisted the bed sheets. "And if you want me to stop, you tell me. I mean it." Please, don't tell me to stop. He was clearly nervous, so it could go either way at this point. We would know for sure if he was into this once I got started.

"Okay," he said again, which seemed like the only word he could say.

As much as I wanted to poke around there and count his adorable freckles, I just went at it. Maybe down the road, he would let me explore and map out his stunning body.

I stood higher on my knees and spread Cooper's thighs farther apart before fisting him again. His stomach raised and dropped rapidly, flexing those gorgeous abs, but he didn't move a muscle beyond that. I looked back at his thick dick in my hand, and watching the pre-cum bead from his slit made my own dick throb and leak. Yeah, he was turned on. It was a good start.

As soon as I swiped at that little bead of pre-cum with the tip of my tongue, earthy saltiness burst in my mouth. I moaned, and Cooper groaned, clearly liking that, and arched his back, forcing his cock upward like it was begging for my mouth.

I grinned at his throbbing length, counting the arousing veins. "Look at your gorgeous, needy cock, Coop. So sexy."

"How am I supposed to imagine you're a woman with a fucking man"s voice?"

I snorted a laugh, taking no offense. "My bad. I'm just used to talking dirty."

He huffed. "Well… stop it."

I blew out a breath. Okay, here went nothing. Or maybe it was everything. Only time will tell. Using knowledge from what I personally enjoyed, I did to Cooper, starting by pressing my tongue to the base of his cock and licking upward, straight to his fat head and curling my tongue around it, and then back down again over the side, essentially licking him like a popsicle.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he breathed.

The more I tasted him and inhaled his amazing and masculine scent, the hungrier I grew for him and the more confident I became. His fucking responsiveness was a turn-on, too, and helped steer how I sucked him.

After licking him for a while, making him pant, I positioned myself higher and swallowed him. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged enough that I had to pop off him, leaving a trail of saliva as I gasped. "Whoa… sorry."

His needy groan made me smile and renewed my determination to see him come. The bigger question was, could I swallow it when he did? Like anything, I would see how I would react when the time came, but I had every intention of swallowing his cum. I even tasted myself before to make sure I didn't hate it.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and went back at it, seeing how deep I could go before gagging again, but this time, I breathed through it. With one hand fisting the base of his hard length, I fondled his nuts with my other hand, which were soft as velvet.

Fuck, this entire scene had my own balls aching for release. It was intoxicating.

My head bobbed as I picked up speed, being sure to use my tongue on extra sensitive areas that I also loved. I had no idea if I was doing a decent job or not, but judging by Cooper"s moans, whimpers, and spreading his legs further apart, I assumed he liked it, encouraging me to keep going. I definitely enjoyed it. Hopefully, he would like this enough to let me try it again. Who knows? Maybe this would be enough of a push to see if I'd even be interested in a guy beyond this bro-job thing. Perhaps I could try some anal sex. That could be fun. I've read good things about it.

Everything turned pretty sloppy, and I didn't remember there being this much saliva when a girl went down on me, but she usually didn't go as deep as I currently was, and Cooper wasn't exactly small.

God, pleasing him set my body on fire, and I was about to combust. Visions of Cooper tossing me off him, flipping me onto my stomach, and fucking me hard filled my fantasies, causing me to double my efforts. I was going to need fucking relief soon.

His cock suddenly got thicker and hotter. His balls sucked up into his body. I knew what all that meant. He was close. Hell yeah.

He groaned, moaned, and moved his body for more, telling me he enjoyed this. My heart nearly stopped when he placed his feet on my shoulders and exposed himself… fuck, that was hot. Why was his boldness in being vulnerable so damn sexy? Suddenly, his hands tangled in my hair as a whimper escaped him. Holy shit. God, we so needed to do this again. His responsiveness had me nearly coming already.

Suddenly, an arousing thought hit me. Should I? Would he freak out? He was really into this right now and lost from my mouth, so I doubted it. Taking a risk, I released his nuts and slid my thumb down over his sloppy, spit-covered taint and right over his tight hole, barely touching it, which became his cum button. As soon as I swirled my finger over the ring of muscle, Cooper blew into my mouth. I had not prepared for the sudden rush of earthy and bitter cum, despite expecting it, and while I hadn't decided whether to swallow, I did it on instinct. He pumped out so much cum that some spilled out of my mouth and down my chin.

"Ohgodohgodohgod…" he rambled over and over as he continued to pulse inside my mouth before his hands slid out of my hair and his feet were planted back onto the floor. His stomach and chest rose rapidly from his panting as his body turned into a limp noodle. I knew that feeling all too well.

Ha! I slayed him. I gave myself a mental pat on the back and sat next to him as he stared at the ceiling in a daze, but still breathing heavily.

I fell back onto the bed and stroked myself, using my over-abundant pre-cum, desperately needing a release or I was going to die. Should I ask him to do me? Nah, he'd do it when he was ready. I wouldn't push.

Cooper still looked sex drunk when he rolled onto his side with his eyes on my dick. "I'm… not ready to give you one, Asp. I'm sorry."

"No worries, man. I can take care of myself. You can watch me, though."

"I can do you one better."

I raised my head and my brow, wondering what he meant.

He shrugged and eyed me nervously while biting the corner of his bottom lip. "Let me try with my hand."

I would definitely take it. I smirked at him and nodded. "Alright."

I tucked my hands behind my head and waited him out as he spit on his hand and hovered it over my throbbing dick, leaking all over my abs. He quickly grabbed my length as if it were on fire, but at least he didn't let go. The pressure was light and tentative, and my cock cried and begged for more, but I didn't push or pressure him, letting him go at his own pace and comfort.

Finally, he squeezed and slowly moved his hand up and down, testing it. "It's so hot."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Cooper rolled his eyes and shook his head, smirking. "I mean temperature hot, idiot."

"Come on. Admit that I have a nice dick."

"Fine, it's not bad."

"Pfft. Take my ego down a notch, why don't you?"

He looked up at me and smirked. "Are you going to let me stroke you, or are you going to complain?"

"Fine, have at it."

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine a girl stroking me. My mind sorted through the girl files in my brain from the ones I'd been with this past summer, but I struggled to pick out any of them. I remembered what most of them looked like, but I couldn't hold on to their faces. The only person who kept appearing in my vision was Cooper. His hand squeezed tighter, rougher than a girl's hand. You could tell it didn't belong to a woman. Whatever. I didn't need a girl in my fantasies to come, so I ran with it.

Instead of fantasizing, I sat up on my elbows to watch Cooper touching me, stroking me. Yep, that was sexier than any fantasy I could conjure up.