“Wait.”
Freezing, he wondered for a second if Beau had changed his mind, and his stomach dropped. As much as he’d waffled on whether it was a good idea or not, now that he’d decided to go for it, he’d be disappointed if he didn’t get to touch Beau’s beautifully lush body.
“What’s wrong?”
“You forgot to turn off the light,” Beau said, gripping the edge of the covers tightly, like Coop hadn’t already seen nearly every single inch of him. Like the sight of him in his sexy little panties wasn’t burned into his brain forever.
“Sweetheart, if you really want me to, I’ll turn it off, but I’d love to be able to see you. I want to see you falling apart under my hands… and tongue.” Fuck, did he have plans for his tongue. Even if his cock didn’t end up in Beau’s ass, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy the hell out of it.
Audibly swallowing, Beau held his gaze for a long moment, but Coop was so fucking proud of him when he finally nodded a little and whispered, “Okay. You can leave it on.”
Grinning, he peeled back the covers, gently tugging them out of Beau’s grip and baring his gorgeous body to Coop’s eyes. As nervous as he was, Beau’s cock was hard and straining against the lacy blue fabric covering them, a wet spot darkening the material right over the tip.
He was about to dive in, already practically able to taste Beau’s salty precum, but when he glanced up and caught Beau chewing nervously on his lower lip, he paused and changed course. Settling carefully over Beau’s body, he frowned at the faint trembling he could feel now that they were pressed together.
“Are you okay?” He nudged his nose against the underside of Beau’s jaw, encouraging him to bare his neck so he could lay a few kisses down the pale column.
Beau shivered and nodded, bumping into Coop’s head with his chin. “Yeah, just a little nervous and cold. Though you’re warming me up nicely.”
Chuckling, he nipped at Beau’s Adam’s apple before slowly moving up to the point of his chin, pressing tiny kisses over the slightly rough skin. He didn’t have what technically qualified as a five-o’clock shadow, but there was just enough stubble to feel abrasive against Coop’s lips.
When he reached Beau’s chin, he paused, caught in his luminous gaze. Coop didn’t usually kiss his hookups—kissing was intimate in a way he didn’t want to be. It was already hard enough to try and keep Beau in the box with other people he’d slept with in recent years—the one marked No Strings Attached. But one look at the tip of Beau’s tongue peeking out to swipe against his bottom lip and Coop was done.
God damn, he was breaking all of his rules for Beau Singer.
He started by tracing that same path with his own tongue, intending on kissing Beau soft and sweet like he deserved, but when Beau groaned roughly and gripped at Coop’s shoulders desperately, Coop couldn’t hold back. He sank into Beau’s mouth like a cool bath on a scorching hot day, savoring his first taste and already greedy for more.
Beau’s nails digging into his skin was just this side of painful, grounding him to the moment so he didn’t float away on the feeling of Beau’s soft lips and shy tongue. With a last little nibble on Beau’s bottom lip, he broke away to catch his breath. He couldn’t help but feel smug at the surprised look on his face.
“Feeling warmer?” he couldn’t help but ask, happiness bubbling up inside him when Beau laughed softly and gave his shoulder a whack.
“Much,” he murmured, then leaned up and gently kissed Coop once more before falling back onto the bed. For some reason, that gentle press of lips combined with the warm feeling growing in his chest left Coop feeling disoriented and a little shaken.
“Good,” he said, voice a little gruff, but it only made Beau smile wider for some reason. “Want you to feel good.”
He ducked down and started kissing across Beau’s chest before he could respond. Why was he being so weird? He needed to treat Beau like anyone else—make sure he was satisfied but keep things impersonal.
His brilliant plan lasted about thirty seconds.
As he sucked on one of Beau’s nipples and pinched the other, Beau cried out and arched against him, fingers sinking into Coop’s hair and holding him tightly. He grunted at the slight sting but didn’t let up, flicking his tongue over the small nub over and over, feeling drunk on power as Beau’s voice got higher and breathier.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Beau spread his legs so Coop was cradled between his hips, then thrust upward, his lace-covered cock rubbing against Coop’s abdomen. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
“You like how your lacy panties feel on your cock?” he murmured against Beau’s chest, biting and sucking on a patch of skin on his soft pec.
Beau was gasping already, his body strung tight like he was feeling things he’d never felt before, and a not-small part of Coop hoped that was true. That he’d make Beau feel so good, so sexy, he’d never settle for some asshole like Danny the Douche again.
“Yes,” Beau panted out, legs restless against the sheet beneath him. “It’s almost a little rough against my skin, but I love it.”
Jesus. His sweet little accountant liked how rough the lace felt against his hard cock? Coop was going to combust if he wasn’t careful.
Groaning, he kissed his way down Beau’s body, ready to taste that precum-soaked fabric. He ignored how Beau sucked in his stomach, simply laying a few extra kisses around his belly button, then moving on. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he got to Beau’s groin and saw how his cock was pushing the sexy panties away from his body. He ran his tongue over the edge right where it was digging into his hip. Resisting the urge to give his little love handle a bite, he snagged the waistband of the underwear with his teeth, pulled on it, then let it go so it snapped back against his skin.
Beau’s back arched so beautiful as he cried out, Coop nearly did it again, but the scent of Beau’s precum was too tantalizing. He ran his tongue over the lace from the base of Beau’s cock all the way to the soaking wet patch over the head. As he sucked the material into his mouth and ran his tongue over the roughness, he groaned at the exploding flavor of Beau.
It wasn’t enough.
Nearly frantic with need, he sat up onto his knees and grabbed at the panties, pulling at them to lower them and expose Beau. He froze at the telltale sound of tearing fabric.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry—”
“Don’t care,” Beau interrupted, head thrashing back and forth and hands fisting into the sheet beneath him. “Get them off. I have more.”
Sucking in a breath so hard his nostrils flared, he pinpointed the seam over Beau’s right hip where it had already begun to tear and pulled. The gasping cry Beau let out as Coop literally tore his underwear from his body would stay with Coop for the rest of his life, he was sure of it. Quickly ripping the other side, he pulled the fabric away from Beau’s body but paused before throwing them aside, raising them to his face for one last rub against his bearded cheek, inhaling the salty scent of Beau’s arousal.
“Jesus Christ, Coop,” Beau said, staring at his panties like he’d never seen them before, chocolatey-brown eyes little more than pupil. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.