14. Chapter 14

I'd never taken a shower faster, and I didn"t bother to wait for the water to get warm before jumping in, but I also had to be careful since I was still tipsy. The last thing I needed was to slip and crack my skull open on the tiles in the bathroom. Talk about a mood killer—literally. Regardless, I needed to rush, not only to have fun and get off, but because I wanted to return to Cooper before he changed his mind and backed out.

When I came out with my hair still dripping wet, I went in search of him and found him naked in his bed. Any worry I had washed off me, and I couldn't control the growing smile on my face had I bothered to try. He lay there, looking stunning, leaning against his headboard with his legs crossed at the ankles, scrolling through his phone, the light shining on his freckled face.

Simply staring at him had me hard already, and he definitely noticed when his eyes pinged right to my dick. My heart beat a little faster when his cock grew right along with me. This was going to be so awesome. The thought that Cooper, Longhorn football star, was turned on by me, too, seriously boosted the ego. It made my damn year.

"Hey," I said lamely, despite trembling with excited energy.

"Hey."

Cooper put down his phone as I climbed into his bed, crawling to him like some fucking panther because I was ready to devour him like my prey. Who knew I'd love this so much, and we'd barely done anything? He was just so damn hot, and the newness of it all had me turning feral.

I clawed at his knees and forced his legs apart before tucking myself in between his thighs and nuzzling my nose into his groin, inhaling scents of woods, musk, and arousal. Someone should bottle this up as an aphrodisiac.

"Fuck," he hissed, but before I could swallow him down, he grasped my shoulders, pushing me off him and over onto my back. "You first. I want to do this."

"I won't say no."

Not wanting to discourage Cooper or scare him away, I lay there to see what he did. If he decided not to go through with it, that was fine, but I hoped he would, and I was beyond curious to see if a blow job was any better with a guy. Maybe not through experience since he hadn't done this before, but I'd probably blow fast simply from the newness of it all.

He sat between my legs and looked at my cock, bouncing around like an excited puppy, probably debating if he should go for it.

"You said you liked doing it?" he asked.

"I did, but I'm also not you."

He nodded and grabbed hold of my shaft with a calloused hand, and then he bent forward and swiped a tongue up my length without hesitation. My eyes rolled up into my head, and I smiled. Yep, I was going to love this. Then again, what guy doesn't like to get blown?

Not wanting to miss the opportunity to see Cooper go down on me, I sat up on my elbows to watch. Unlike me, he didn't ease into things or explore, but swallowed me down as far as he could while holding me at the base. I'd had a lot of girls go down on me, but they were always gentler, unsure how tight to hold me or suck me, and not all knew my most sensitive spots.

Cooper had a firm grip on my cock and sucked hard, flicking his tongue over sensitive areas. While his wet heat felt fucking amazing, seeing him between my legs, bobbing his head, and going at my dick like he belonged there had me ready to nut. That, and he actually went through with it. I had my doubts he ever would. With how gorgeous he looked sucking me off, there was no way I was going to imagine him as a woman. I hadn't yet, and I probably never would for as long as we kept this up.

My mind itched to talk dirty to him. To tell him how hot he looked, sucking me, and how good his mouth felt wrapped around me... Fuck it, I'd deal with his blushes. He needed some praise.

"Shit, Coop. Your mouth was made to give head. And you're fucking stunning down there."

He groaned around my dick, sending shivers across my skin, but he didn't stop, which only encouraged me, and I wanted to encourage him right back. "You're so good at this, milking me. It won't take me long to come. Fuck, your mouth… Jesus." I sifted my fingers through his thick, red hair before fisting the silky strands and gently pumped into his mouth. "Yes, lick it right there. You know what I like because you like it, too. Isn't that right?"

In response, he doubled his efforts. Yes.

When this was over, I was going to want more. There was no way around it. I would never be satisfied with just Cooper blow jobs. I wanted to rim him, finger him, use toys on us, and maybe have him fuck me. He probably wouldn't let me fuck him, but that was okay. I'd love to feel his cock pulse inside me, hitting my prostate over and over. Hell, I'd be happy with some kissing, too, if he would let me. Yeah, I really wanted that.

A warmth spread throughout my body, and a loud groan slipped out from fantasies of Cooper pounding into me as he kissed the hell out of my mouth. The tingling pressure built, and my nuts drew tight, ready for the inevitable.

"More, Coop… faster. Please."

He sped up as much as he could, trying not to gag around me, but I felt the constrictions now and again, and he drooled all over the place, dripping down, tickling my taint and my hole.

"God… I'm so close."

And I was. I was nearly there. I fell back onto the bed, unable to hold myself up anymore to watch him as I got lost in my impending orgasm.

"I'm coming. You don't have to… you don't…"

To my surprise, Cooper kept at it as I busted. My body froze and convulsed at the same time as wave after wave of my climax washed over my entire body while goosebumps blanketed my skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh my god…"

He suddenly popped off me and started coughing and choking, which quickly ended my orgasm as I sat up to check on him.

"Went… down… wrong," he coughed with a fist at his mouth.

"You're supposed to swallow, not inhale it."

He rolled his watering eyes, making me smile as I patted his back. But seeing my cum leak out of his mouth had me fucking possessed. I reached for his face and swiped my cum from the corner of his lips with my thumb. Cooper stopped coughing as his eyes grew wide when I brought my thumb to my mouth and sucked it off.

"Fuuuck…" he groaned.

"Tasty."

"Jesus… That was a lot of cum, Asp."

I blinked and stared at him for a hard second before I burst out into a fit of laughter, dropping my head right into his lap. He laughed right along with me, but I suddenly stopped when gentle fingers traveled across the skin on my back. My body shuddered from his strangely intimate touch.

I sat up and tackled him, flipping him onto his back. "Your turn."

I had to admit that I was a little surprised he was still rock hard, but I fucking preened at the sight. While I had no idea what was going on in that head of his, his dick told me he liked this and wanted this.

"Ready for an epic orgasm?" I asked.

He nodded dumbly.

"Prop up your legs and spread yourself for me, Superstar."

He did as he was told, and when I got situated between his legs, I leaned down and pushed back one of his thick and heavy thighs, exposing his hole and right where I wanted to be tonight if he'd let me. It was pink and cute as hell, with little red hairs surrounding it. God, I wanted to lick it.

With my free hand, my fingers traveled across his skin by his nuts and taint, counting the few freckles I'd discovered there, touching them.

"What are you doing down there?" he asked. His voice was hoarse and heavy with lust.

"I'm counting your freckles. What else would I be doing?"

He snorted a laugh. "Seriously? I think our agreement was bro-jobs, not freckle counting."

"But you have cute freckles. They match your hair. I like seeing where they're hiding out on your skin."

His huffing laugh sounded uncertain, probably not knowing if I was joking or not. I never joked about my adoration of freckles.

My fingers continued to explore him, traveling up along his length and down to where the nest of red curls ended between his thigh and balls. "I need more, Coop. I'm not sure I'll be satisfied with just blow jobs," I blurted.

I understood our original agreement said no sex, but I wanted to work toward that only if he wanted it. He sat silent for a while, processing, before he asked, "What do you mean?" I had no doubt he knew what I meant and that his question was to delay the conversation to give him time to process.

Instead of answering him, I inched my face closer between his legs, pushed back one of his legs farther against his chest, and swiped my tongue around his gorgeous pink hole.

"Holy fuck!" he cried out, his body thrusting toward me of its own accord as his fingers tightly gripped his blanket.

"Is this okay? Can I rim you for a while?"

"Uhm, sure…"

I eagerly pressed the flat part of my tongue over his hole, which fluttered, hungry for me, and then I swirled around the tight ring of muscle. This was another first for me. I hadn't even done this on a girl, but all that gay porn I had watched made me want to try rimming on Cooper. Hell, I'd love it if he tried it on me, too, but for now, our sexual explorations were more for me and pleasing him.

I shoved back his other leg, spreading him and opening him up more for me. Before I attacked his cute ass again, I looked up at him to make sure he was okay. His eyes were blown wide, and his mouth hung slightly open and panting. If it weren't for his dick weeping all over the fucking place, I would worry he didn't want this.

"You have such a pretty pink hole, Coop. Almost as pretty as your cock."

I looked back down before he started to blush, and I knew he would because compliments always made him that way. It was fucking as adorable as his freckles. For such a big, badass football star, he sure had a shy side to him. I liked that, making him relatable and a little vulnerable.

Soon, I devoured him, savoring his unique scent and flavor, licking, nipping, and sucking, pulling out cute whimpers from him. His hole grew sloppy, and he slowly started to relax and open up. Would he let me finger him as I went down on him?

My mind clouded over in a sexual fog, getting lost in his writhing body and moaning. And I grew fucking hard again. Cooper completely opened up to me, allowing me to consume him, clearly enjoying this, but now I wanted to devour his cock.

I sat up a little and eased his legs back onto the bed before I licked his abs where the tip of his dick rested, leaving clear, sticky pre-cum all over. "I can't get enough of your taste."

A whimper escaped him again as his hands rushed to grip my ears. "Suck me down, Asp. I'm… fucking desperate here."

My cock ached at his needy begging. I did that. I had him a whimpering mess, desperate for my mouth. It was a powerful feeling to do that to him.

"You can have whatever you want, Superstar," I said before swallowing him as far as my throat allowed, but he wouldn't let me stop as he met me with a thrust, sinking further down. I gagged but breathed through it, and before he could protest, I slipped the tip of my finger inside his hole, still sloppy from my saliva.

He had a good grip on my ears as he thrust into my mouth and kept my head where it was while his hole gobbled up my finger and squeezed tightly around it.

"Oh, god… fuck… holy shit, your mouth… more…"

What a turn-on it was to have made him into a blubbering mess. I was practically choking on his dick, but I didn't pull away or make him let go of me, letting him use and abuse my mouth as my finger dug deeper into his ass until I hit a soft spot that had him crying out. Soon, my mouth was flooded with hot cum, and I swallowed as fast as he could pump it, milking every last drop out with my tongue.

"Fuuuckfuckfuck…"

When his limp body sunk into the mattress and his cock softened in my mouth, I popped off him and slid my finger out. His hole squeezed my finger one last time as if trying to keep me in there. His hands finally let go and rested next to his body as he panted with his eyes closed. Shit, he was stunning while completely blissed out of his mind.

And I needed to fucking come again, so I stood on my knees and quickly stroked myself over his cooling body. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I quickly pumped and pumped. It didn't take long before I shot out another load onto his chest and abs.

My heart slammed into me as my body grew numb. I looked down at him and dragged a finger through the stickiness. "You look sexy painted in my cum."

"Fuck, your mouth… Shut up, or else I'm going to get hard again, and we'll never stop getting each other off."

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing."

He snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes before yawning.

To push away the need to kiss those sexy, pouty lips of his, I climbed out of bed to grab a wet washcloth and clean us up. I ran the cloth gently over his freckled skin as he watched me take care of him with furrowed brows. I died to know what he was thinking about, but I didn't push. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me.

"You're unlike anyone I've ever met, Asp."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"It is."

Now, it was my turn to be a little shy, not knowing what to say.

I climbed out of his bed again to head back to my room, but not before he grabbed my wrist. "You can stay… if you want."

I so wanted.