18. Maverick

Maverick

Holy shit. The day sure turned around quickly, didn’t it?

I can’t totally catch my breath as I smooth my hand over the soft skin of Cooper’s back, dragging my finger over each notch of his spine. His lips are swollen and puffy from our kisses, and he’s just so damn beautiful, it takes my breath away.

“Wow,” I say dumbly because I don’t seem to have anything else to say. I look over and see my dogs watching us, judging away, but I don’t give a damn.

“Yeah.” My eyes move back to Cooper and the sweet smile he’s wearing, although there’s a hint of shyness there, now that we’ve both come.

“You okay?”

He nods, shifting slightly. My dick is starting to soften but is still inside him. I know I need to get us cleaned up and take care of the condom, but no part of me wants to move away.

“That was amazing.”

“It was,” I agree, but I don’t miss the hint of worry on his face. “What’s the matter?”

His slight shoulders shrug, and he starts to move off my lap, but I hold onto his waist.

“Cooper. Talk to me.”

He looks down at my chest, not meeting my eyes. “I just . . . ummm . . .” He sighs, still not looking at my face. “I didn’t mean to um . . .”—I try to follow what he’s saying—“I didn’t mean to have sex with you.”

My eyes widen in horror when he says that. Oh shit. Did I pressure him? He didn’t want to. “Oh, Coop. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

His eyes meet mine now. “What? Why?”

“You said you didn’t mean to have sex with me. Did I like . . .”

“What?” He looks horrified now and shakes his head, moving so my dick flops out of him, and we both wince, but his hands move to my face, holding my gaze. “No. No, that’s not what I meant. I wanted to have sex with you. I was desperate for it. Hell, I’ve wanted to have sex with you long before I even knew you were into men. My dildo might as well be name Mav at this point.”

A startled laugh falls from my lips, and then I groan when my cock twitches, thinking about Cooper and a dildo. Thinking about me. But I internally scold myself because this is not the time. “Then . . .”

He sighs softly. “I just . . . I usually try to hold off on the physical stuff, you know? Have guys stick around.”

My heart aches at his admission. He thinks now that I’ve had him once I’m done? Is he crazy? Fuck all those guys who gave him up. But their loss—and it’s a huge fucking loss—is my gain. “Cooper . . .” He drops his hands from my face and looks away, but I grip his chin between my thumb and finger, forcing him to look at me. “I’m pretty sure I was addicted to you the second my lips touched yours. Hell, before that. I couldn’t get enough of being in your presence.”

He smiles, but it’s not bright and shiny. It’s sad. “But now, you’ve had it all.”

I laugh at that, not cruelly or anything, but it’s just so damn ridiculous. “I haven’t had dinner. Or watched movies with you.” I lean forward and kiss his lips softly. “And I’m not exactly an expert yet, but I’m pretty sure there’s plenty more firsts for us.” His smile grows a little brighter now. “But even if there weren’t any more firsts, I’d still want so much more with you, Coop. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” He barely breathes.

I kiss him hard, my promise in the kiss, and his fingers dig into my hair as it quickly grows heated. I can’t get enough of him. My cock starts to harden, and I know I need to take care of the condom. “Shower?” I ask, and he quickly nods, jumping off me and taking my hand.

I follow him to my room, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash before I turn on the shower and let it heat up, my lips not leaving Cooper’s as we find our way under the hot spray.

Our hands slide over each other. I grab the body wash, lathering up and dragging my hands all over his trim body. He’s lean, for sure, with a hint of muscle and not an ounce of fat on him. I wasn’t kidding when I said he’s beautiful. He’s goddamn breathtaking.

Perfect in every damn way. I drop to my knees before him, dragging my soapy hands over his firm ass and then over his dick and lower stomach. His cock is rock-hard and standing proudly before my face.

How did I not know Cooper was packing? I mean, holy shit. I didn’t see that coming. He’s small in stature, but his dick easily has an inch on me in length and is girthy as fuck. It’s hard to wrap my entire hand around him, but when I do, his head falls back on a breathless moan.

I wonder how many times I can make him come tonight.

The water washes away all the soap, and I decide to at least make it two, sucking the fat head into my mouth. “Oh God, Mav. Yes.” I take a little more of him into my mouth, holding onto the base because there’s no way in hell I’m ready to deep-throat this massive dick yet. But I’ll get there. I’m determined. “Yes. That’s so good. Yes. Oh shit. How the hell am I already close to coming? You’re just so damn hot.” Saliva and water and pre-cum slide down my chin, and my jaw already aches, but I won’t stop until he comes apart. “So hot. Holy shit, you’re hot, down there on your knees for me. How is this happening?”

Cooper babbles as his hands run through my wet hair.

“Oh God, Mav. I’m going to come. I’m going to . . .” He tries to pull away, but my hands move to his firm ass, and I hold him to me as he unloads down my throat. He comes and comes and comes, so much that it dribbles down my chin, and I have a hard time swallowing it all, but I give it ago.

He’s reaching for me, and I stand up, his lips meeting mine as his hand wraps around my aching cock. It only takes a few strokes before I’m spilling over his hand, and we’re a kissing, panting mess in the middle of my shower.

I smile against his lips and then rest my forehead against his as I catch my breath. “See? Lots of firsts.”

“You’re a really fast learner,” he says, and I chuckle, both of us rinsing off and then climbing out of the shower to dry off. I lend him a pair of joggers with a tie and tug on my own pair, both of us skipping underwear and a shirt.

I make us a quick dinner as he spoils my dogs with some treats he’d previously brought over for them, which were in the pantry with their food. Then he pulls up an old movie on Netflix.

We eat on my couch, him right next to me as we watch the movie. My dogs are begging for food, but behaving and staying on the floor, lying there with their big puppy dog eyes.

Of course, Coop gives in before I do, tossing them a couple of pieces of meat here and there, and it all feels so damn easy. So real.

So comfortable.

I’ve never felt comfortable in a relationship before, and that’s exactly what this is. Though I despise having to keep it a secret, it’s worth it to have him. I just hope it ends up being worth it to him.

Later, after we clean up, we make our way into my bed, stripping and kissing until I slip on a condom and slide into him again, losing myself in insane pleasure, both of us coming undone. After we clean up again, he lies on my chest over my heart.

“Did you really think I’d be done with you after having sex?”

He shrugs slightly, his finger tracing over some of the tattoos on my arm. “That’s the way it usually goes. But it doesn’t really matter. Whether it’s a hookup on the first night or I hold out for months, as soon as I give it up, I seem to get to be too much. And they leave.”

I wrap my arm around him tightly, hating every asshole who had the nerve to hurt him and vowing to never do that.

“They’re idiots, Cooper. I’ll never do that to you.”

I can feel the small, sad smile against my chest, and I don’t like it. Not at all.

“Cooper . . .” I shift, so he’s looking at me, even in the darkness of my bedroom. “I will never do that to you. I could never get tired of you.”

“I’m a lot, Mav,” he says with too much sincerity.

“No. You aren’t.” I grasp his chin and pull him up to me for a kiss. “You’re just enough. You’re fucking perfect. You’re everything, and don’t you dare ever forget it.”

I smile when his body shivers in my grasp, and then he settles back down over my heart, his fingers dragging over my skin. But he feels more content.

God, I hope he believes me.

I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.