20. Maverick

Maverick

“Do you really have to go to school?” I ask, trying my best to tempt Cooper to stay in bed a little longer. I kiss down his bare chest, licking around his belly button and nuzzling into the crook of his thigh and groin, breathing him in.

“Oh God, don’t make me choose,” he moans softly, his fingers threading through my hair.

I know we have a little bit of time before he needs to get to campus, and I can’t stop myself from touching him. I can’t get enough of him. I lick up his massive shaft, sucking on the head and making him cry out.

I should feel bad for his roommates, but I just can’t bring myself to care or to try to stifle his groans. “That’s so good. So good. Fuck school. I don’t care.”

I smile around his cock, licking around the tip and then removing my mouth to use my hand to stroke him. “When are you going to fuck me with this big dick?”

I give him a wicked grin, and his eyes widen impossibly large. “You . . .” He’s panting, his dick jerking in my hand. He must like that idea.

I know I really, really like that idea as I climb up his body, not releasing his cock until my own drags over his, my spit making it easier to glide against him.

“You want that?” he asks against my mouth as we rut against each other, seeking pleasure.

“So fucking bad,” I answer honestly.

“Oh my God. Ungh.” His back arches, and he comes all over me, his hot cum sliding over my cock and getting into my pubes, as well as spraying my stomach. I groan and thrust against him once, twice, and then the third time, I unload, coming all over him too.

I collapse on the bed next to him, both of us trying to catch our breaths, and my cock twitches hard when I see him gather our combined release with his fingers and lick it off.

I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in for an intense kiss, moaning at the taste of us.

“Fuck,” I pant when I release him, and we both lie on our backs.

“Yeah.” He yawns and then stretches, before rolling to his side and propping his head up on his hand. “You’d really want me to . . . ?”

I roll to my side. “Of course. Do you top?”

He bites his bottom lip, looking nervous but also hungry for me as he looks into my eyes, his burning with heat. “I never have before . . . but . . .”

I grin. “You want to?”

He nods eagerly, and once again, I curse school because fuck do I want that. “Good.” I lean over and kiss him again. “I can’t fucking wait.”

He groans. “Ugh, stupid school.”

I laugh. “But you love it.”

“I do.” He climbs off the bed, and I can’t help watching him move around the room, totally naked and all fucking mine. He cleans up with a towel and then tosses it at me.

I catch it, clean up, and toss it in his hamper. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you?” I ask as I climb out of bed, finding a pair of sweats and pulling them on.

He walks over to me and kisses me softly, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Secret, remember?”

My gut and chest tighten, thinking about that. I don’t want this to be a secret. It’s been two weeks, and I want to scream out loud that he’s mine, but I still can’t bring myself to actually do it.

My friends know about us. His friends know about us. I’m sure Jenny knows by now, but I still can’t do it.

I’m not sure what’s holding me back. I’m crazy about him. I think it’s just wanting to keep him to myself.

“Hey.” He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “It’s okay, Mav. Really.” He forces a smile that isn’t his true smile, and we both know it. “I have to take a shower. You want to join me?”

I smile at that but shake my head. “I don’t want to make you late. I’ll go hang out with George and David.”

He kisses me again, and when it starts to get heated as it always does, he chuckles and pushes back from me reluctantly. “I guess you’re probably right.”

“You sure you don’t want a ride? My windows are tinted. No one will know it’s me.”

He laughs and heads for the door. “Right. Your car costs more than anyone’s on campus, all shiny and bright and new. Fast as hell. That won’t attract any attention at all.”

“I wouldn’t care,” I say honestly.

“Thank you,” he says softly, opening the bedroom door and peeking out. “But I’ll be okay. I can make it to campus.” He darts out across the hall into the bathroom, totally naked, and I smile.

I grab a shirt and tug it on before heading down the hall toward the kitchen. That’s where I find George and David, chatting away over coffee and giving me knowing smirks.

“Night and early morning? Seriously?” David complains, but he doesn’t look that unhappy.

“Sorry,” I say, grabbing the pot of coffee and pouring some into a mug.

“Don’t hurt him,” David says calmly and deadly quiet.

I put the mug down on the counter and look at both of Cooper’s best friends. Normally, they’re light, fun guys, but there’s no teasing in either of their glares. “I would never do that,” I say firmly.

“He’s been hurt so many damn times,” George says sternly.

I nod, my heart aching at the thought of anyone hurting Cooper. I can see it in their eyes too. “I know.”

“Don’t hurt him,” George says it again.

“I won’t,” I assure them both, my eyes going to the empty hallway, toward the bathroom where Cooper is getting ready for his last semester of college before he goes to veterinary school. “I promise.”

They both nod their heads, seemingly believing me at least for now. “Good,” David says and goes back to his coffee, sweeping through his phone with his free hand.

George does the same, and I go into the living room to drink mine before Cooper comes out, dressed in crisp new jeans and a long-sleeved Henley. He’s wearing contacts, and his hair is styled. I prefer him all messy and cum-drunk, but this is a good look too.

I stand up and place my mug on the coffee table, going into the kitchen to grab him a cup, filling it with coffee. I grab the creamer he likes out of the fridge, and just as he walks in, I hand it to him.

“Aw, you two are just too damn cute,” George says.

Cooper rolls his eyes at his friend, but he does lean in and kiss me on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“I hope you have a great first day.”

“You’re leaving?” I nod, heading into the living room to chug the rest of my coffee and then placing the mug in the sink.

“Yeah, unless you changed your mind about me driving you.”

“I’ll come over to your place tonight,” he says instead of agreeing, and I nod my head before going into his room to get changed.

I walk him down to his car, wondering if it’s too soon to buy him a new one when I see the rusty old car he drives around, but deciding it probably is. I wonder if I can sneak a couple of thousand into his tip jar next shift.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he says, but he doesn’t lean in for a kiss.

No. We never kiss or hold hands outside of my house or his apartment, and it fucking kills me.

“Tonight,” I whisper harshly with the promise of all the damn kisses I’m going to give him. “Have a good day.”

“You too, dear,” he teases before getting into his car and starting it on the second try.

I watch him drive away and feel a deep need for him in my belly like I’ve never felt before.

This is different.

I can feel it in my bones.

Then why can’t I just commit to it already?