23. Cooper

Cooper

“Okay, he’s a really good man. Don’t you worry at all. This is going to be just totally fine. Don’t worry,” I say to the little kitten currently hiding in my zipped-up coat.

His little brown and black striped ears are flattened as he looks up at me with those big eyes. I mean, come on. I’m only human. They brought him in today, all cold and hungry. He can’t be more than eight weeks old.

All by himself on the Kansas City streets. I don’t think so.

But . . . yeah apparently, George and David were serious about the no more animals thing.

So what’s a guy to do?

Maverick just got back yesterday. He drove me into the city, dropping me off close to campus because it’s cold and I didn’t really feel like walking—or fighting him on giving me a ride. But I’ve thought about him all damn day.

And now, I’m kind of worried we’re headed to our first fight.

I look down at the kitten in my coat and then lift my hand to knock. The door pulls open before I can, though, and Maverick is standing there, one brow lifted, looking absolutely delicious in a tight blue t-shirt and tattered jeans. His hair is perfectly styled, but I doubt he spent too much time on it.

“You have a key, you know? What are you doing out here in the cold?”

I smile brightly at him, and yes, I know I have a key, but he’s home. I’m not just barging into his house. “I knew you’d let me in,” I say, looking at him with a great big smile, and then the kitten meows inside my coat.

Maverick’s eyes light up with surprise, his brow raising again. “Did your coat just meow?”

He looks more amused than annoyed, which bodes well for me. “Okay, so hear me out . . .” I say, unzipping my coat a little bit. The kitten’s head just barely peeks out as he gives the most adorable little meow in Maverick’s direction.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But just look at his little face.” I grit my teeth and then pull the kitten out of my coat, holding him up to look at Maverick. I pitch my voice high, I guess to what I think the baby kitten would sound like, “Help me, Mav. I’m just a little guy, and it’s cold as hell out here.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Bring him inside already. And get your cute little butt in here too.”

I happily make my way inside Maverick’s warm house, cuddling the kitten to my chest. It’s almost past winter. We’re getting there, but not quite, and today is unseasonably cold.

I unzip my coat as I hand the little guy over to Maverick, who cradles him oh, so carefully in his big ole hands, it actually melts my heart even more when I see it. “Don’t worry, he won’t break,” I tease him, and Maverick shushes me and the dogs, who are going crazy and scaring the poor new fur baby.

“Hush,” I say to the dogs, leaving my coat on a hook by the door and getting their attention. “This is your new brother. You have to watch out for him. Don’t scare him.”

Both dogs sit , cocking their heads to the side as they listen to me, clearly confused but not barking anymore.

“So does he need anything? Should we go to the store?” Maverick asks as he hands the kitten back to me.

“Oh no. I brought supplies. And I may have ordered a few things on Amazon to be delivered here.”

He smiles fondly and then heads for the door to get his coat. “I’ll go get it. In the trunk?”

I nod, handing him my keys, and he leaves without me having to ask him to do it. It takes him two trips to bring all the things I grabbed for the kitten before driving here from the shelter.

The kitten is purring loudly when he opens a can of wet food for him, putting it in his bowl, and then we set up his litter box.

When everyone is settled, I climb onto Maverick’s lap on the couch, leaning in and kissing him softly. “Thank you.”

He grins. “He’s pretty cute.”

“He is!” I say excitedly. “He needs a name.”

“Hmmm . . . what are you thinking?” Maverick holds onto my hips and doesn’t shift at all to get me off his lap. He seems perfectly content to have me right here in his space, and I’m all too happy to indulge.

“I like Scrappy. I mean, he’s a fighter.”

He looks over at the kitten, who’s curled up in his little bed. “I like it.” He pulls me into him, my lips meeting his and my hands resting on his solid chest.

“So what can I do to thank you?” I say teasingly, and I love the slow smirk that spreads over his face.

“Hmmm . . . I can think of a couple of things.”

“Make dinner?” I ask, leaning into him and kissing him softly.

“Nope.”

I smile as his hands smooth over my back and down over my ass, pulling me into him, allowing him to grind his cock against my own answering erection.

“Clean up around here?”

He grins, as I nibble on his jaw and down his neck. “Nope. I have a very nice woman that comes here every week for that.”

“Hmmm . . .” I lift his shirt with my hands and kiss along his chiseled pecs, then lick over his right nipple, drawing a strangled moan from him. His hips thrust forward, his cock dragging over mine. “What else could I possibly do?”

“You could finally fuck me.” His voice is deep and absolutely full of gravelly want.

My eyes shoot up to his face, my hands dropping his shirt. “You . . .” Uh-oh. He totally broke my brain. “You want that?”

He smiles. “Did you think I was joking all those times we talked about it?” He leans in closer, his hands firmly on my ass, as his mouth goes to my ear. “I’m obsessed with the idea of you being inside me. I need it, Cooper.”

Yeah, my brain is officially offline. There’s no blood left there. It’s all in my cock, so hard it hurts when I climb off his lap and grab his hand, but I don’t care. Not at all.

A guy like Maverick. This huge, confident, strong man—he wants me.

And God, do I want him.

We reach his room, and I’m pulling off my clothes like a madman, while Maverick just takes his sweet time stripping. He takes his shirt off and then closes the door behind us to keep the animals out.

He slowly unbuttons his jeans and slips out of them. Meanwhile, I’m totally naked and staring at him like a starving man, drooling away. Staring at the muscles and what I know is soft, light hair covering his chest.

“You really want this?” I have to ask again, my hands shaking. Hell, my entire body trembling with nerves.

I’ve never . . . I like to bottom. That’s for damn sure. It’s my preference, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t ever been curious. And with Maverick . . . with him, I want everything.

He strips out of his boxer briefs, leaving him gloriously naked as he walks over to me, his fingers digging into my hips until I look up at him. “Yes. I really, really want this, Cooper. I need this.”

I lick my lips, my cock hard and straining upward, dying to get to him. My hands are still shaking, but I feel a rush of excitement when I see the sincerity in his eyes when he firmly says the words.

“But only if you want this,” he says seriously, his intense eyes burning into mine.

I nod, my fingers trailing over his pecs and down the divot between his sculpted abs, swirling over his belly button and down to wrap around his hard, heavy cock.

“I need this too.” I stroke him slowly, and he leans in, capturing my lips with his and making us both groan deeply. The sound reverberates through my entire body as I stroke over his dick, teasing the head and then going down the shaft slowly.

His hips start to jut forward with each stroke of my hand, his kiss hungrier as he chases that high, but I pull away when my hand is sticky with pre-cum.

“How do you want to do this?”

He pulls back enough to look into my eyes. “I want to see you.” He looks down at my dick, flushed red and leaking. “I want to see all of it.”

I nod dumbly, not sure how the hell I’m going to make it through this when I could come right here and now, just from him looking at me like he is.

I go over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and lube, then point at the bed. “Lie down.”

He shoots me a sexy, cocky smirk as he makes his way to the bed and lies down on his back, tucking one arm behind his head and placing one of his feet flat on the bed, bending his knee and giving me the barest little peek at his hole.

I shudder, licking my lips as I look at him laid out on the bed for me with so much damn trust.

I open the condom and put it on with shaking hands, not wanting to worry about it later. And then I’m on him, blanketing his body with my own. I kiss him hard, while his bare cock drags along my sheathed one.

He moans into my mouth, sucking on my tongue and making me crazy with need. I kiss down his body, trying like hell to take it slow. I kiss over his nipples and down his hard stomach, bypassing his dick and chuckling when his hips thrust upward.

He groans, his hands in my hair as I move to lift his other leg, placing that foot flat on the bed like the other one and opening him up to me. One look at his pretty pink hole, and I nearly lose it.

I swear I have to close my eyes for a moment and hold onto his knees as I kneel before him on the bed.

“Coop? You okay?”

I force my eyes open and look up at him. “Y-yes. It’s just I can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” I reach forward and wrap my hand around his dick, stroking it slowly with a loose grip. “You’re so perfect, Maverick.”

He tries to laugh that off, but I lock eyes with him, my expression telling him it’s not a joke.

I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and then licking down his shaft to his balls. I lave over them with my tongue, noting the heavy weight and how they’re already pulled tight. He wants this as badly as I do.

I lick down to his hole, my hands on his thighs. I spread them as I dive in, licking over his puckered entrance and softening it with my tongue.

“Coop. Fuck.” He pants breathlessly as his fingers go to my hair, his nails grazing my scalp. But he isn’t pulling me off him, he’s pulling me closer. I lick and suck on his hole. My stiff tongue slowly swirls around inside, making him moan and groan as I stroke his cock.

“Fuck. I’m already too close. I need more, Coop.”

I smile against his hole, removing my hand from his dick, but still licking around his hole and getting it nice and wet. My hands seek out the lube as I reluctantly pull back and slick up my fingers, watching Mav’s face as I sit back on my heels and insert one finger.

He shifts a little, getting used to the sensation, but I don’t see any discomfort.

“More. I’m going to need a lot more if you’re sticking that thing inside me.” He smirks, his eyes on my dick.

It breaks the slightly tense moment until I add more lube and a second finger. He winces with this one, but I take my time, letting my lubed fingers stretch his inner walls, scissoring him open before I add a third.

He winces again, but when I find his sweet spot, his hips nearly jackknife off the bed. “Oh, fuck. Yes. There. There. There.”

It’s kind of cute to see him losing control. “You’re so tight, Maverick. So hot and tight. You’re going to strangle my cock.”

“Yes,” he pants, all his muscles drawn up tight. “I want that. I want it now. Please fuck me.”

I can’t resist anymore. I pull my fingers out, watching his hole stay open for me, wet and ready, glistening with my spit and lube. I slick up my cock and move the tip to his entrance.

“Please don’t laugh at me if I come before the tip is even in.”

He smiles at me, a laugh falling from his lips as he shakes his head. “Never. We’ll just have to do it again if that happens.”

I put my hands on his knees, holding him open for me as I push forward. Mav’s body tenses up and fights against me. I lean forward and kiss him hard. “Breathe, baby. It’s going to feel so good.”

He nods, his nose bumping against mine as he does what I ask, breathing and letting his body relax enough to let the head of my cock inside and past that first ring of muscle. He sucks me in, with so much damn pressure on my cockhead, I might actually pass out. But then his hands go to my ass, pulling me forward. “More.”

I nod, trying to breathe through it and not come just yet. I gently rock into him, inch by inch, until I’m finally seated fully inside him.

“Oh God, Mav.” My eyes close as I feel his tight heat around me, making my brain short-circuit and my balls ache. “It’s too good. Too much. You feel so damn good. I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you.”

He chuckles, and I groan as his ass squeezes me even tighter. The release a threatening stripe up my spine.

“Don’t do that. I’ll come. You have no idea how good you feel.”

I can feel him smiling, but my eyes are still closed. I feel his hand stroke over my lower stomach gently. “Coop, just let go. Feel it. If you come, you come. Just fuck me.”

“Yes,” I say as I pull back and then stroke slowly into him again. I do it again and again, his body loosening for me with each thrust. His voice cries out when I peg him just right.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, his hands back on my ass, digging into my cheeks as I fuck him a little harder. I shift so I’m hitting him in the exact right spot each time. “Touch me, Coop. I’m close.”

I instantly obey, my hand going to his cock, stroking fast as I sling in and out of him, unable to slow my pace.

His ass tightens even more around me, and he cries out, his cum hitting me in the chin and chest just as I go over. My cock unleashes inside the condom, with my dick as far inside of him as I can go.

We move together until we’re both too sensitive to keep going, and I gently pull out. I remove the condom and toss it before I lie down next to him on the bed.

“That was amazing, Coop.”

I smile because there’s not one hint of a lie in his voice.

“It was. Thank you for trusting me.” I tilt my head so I can press a soft kiss on his lips and just look into his happy, satisfied eyes.

I’ve never felt like this before.

There’s no fear there. I don’t worry about him taking off. He’s not using me for sex. He wants me.

And I want him.

There are so many things I want to say to him, but I don’t want to say them out loud and scare him away.

So I settle for the thought inside my head and heart.

I’m in love with him.