With a grin, Coop tossed the torn fabric away, making sure they landed behind the chair in the corner of the room. No matter what the weekend brought, he knew he was keeping those as a reminder of the sexy man who’d befriended his dog and tore down the walls Coop had been building for years in a matter of hours.
Then again, if they’d come down so easily, how well built had they really been?
Chapter 7
Beau was on fire.
In the back of his head, he was a little embarrassed at how he was moaning and thrashing around, but mostly he didn’t care. The way Coop touched him and talked to him drove him out of his mind. There was nothing he wanted more than for Coop to make him come.
Nothing else mattered.
Even though he was laid out naked in front of a gorgeous lumberjack of a man, Beau still couldn’t bring himself to really mind. Not anymore. Not when Coop was looking at him with heat in his dark blue eyes and doing things like smelling Beau’s arousal on his panties.
God damn, why was that so hot?
Coop leaned over him, bracing both arms on the bed by Beau’s head, and planted a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss on his mouth, swallowing his whimpers. He palmed the thick muscles running down Coop’s wide back and sank into the sensations coursing through him. Coop’s beard was abrading his skin but in a way that made him want to feel it over every inch of his body. For the first time in a long time, he felt small and delicate. Compared to Coop’s muscles and large frame, he was practically tiny. He’d carried extra weight around his midsection, ass, and thighs for years and usually felt… cumbersome compared to his partners, despite being so short.
But as Coop twisted one of his big hands into Beau’s hair and tugged his head back farther, taking everything Beau had to give and leaving him melted into a pile of goo with a damn kiss, Beau couldn’t feel anything but desirable.
Pulling away, Coop stared down at Beau for a long second, eyes roaming over Beau’s face and lingering on his lips. “You kiss like…”
“What?” Beau whispered, worried he’d done something wrong. Danny had never complained about how he’d kissed, but what if that was part of why he’d turned to Alexander for sex? Could Beau’s kisses be that disgusting? Oh god, he was a terrible—
“Hey, where’d you go?” Coop whispered, deep voice just coarse enough to cut through his panic and bring him back from the edge.
“I’m here,” he croaked, tightening his grip on Coop’s torso. “What do I kiss like?”
Eyes narrowing, it looked like Coop was going to press for more, but then he just dipped down and nuzzled the side of Beau’s face, making him gasp at the rough scrape, and his heart tripped in his freaking chest. “Like if I stop, you’ll die.”
Beau groaned theatrically but then couldn’t help but giggle. Sounded about accurate. “It’s your fault for being so good at it.”
Coop laughed softly, the warm air hitting Beau’s neck and making him shiver. “Well, I’m not sorry. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of your mouth.”
Beau’s breath caught in the back of his throat, and he couldn’t help but clench his arms around Coop’s shoulders a little harder. God, he wanted that. Wanted Coop to desire him for more than a night or a weekend.
Wanted someone as good and decent as Coop to crave him for the rest of their life.
Coop, not knowing he’d just sent Beau’s mind spinning into the stratosphere, sucked a hickey onto his neck that made his toes curl, then gently pulled out of Beau’s hold so he was kneeling between his legs once more. “I definitely want to kiss more of your body though.”
Biting his lip, Beau slowly slid his feet up, raising his knees and spreading his legs. His heart was beating in his throat so hard he couldn’t say anything, but judging by Coop’s soft groan and the way he licked his lower lip, he was okay with that.
“So sexy,” Coop murmured, eyes running over Beau’s thighs and cock and up to his chest before locking with Beau’s once more. “Is there anything you really want? Or anything you don’t like?”
What a question. Beau licked his lips, mind racing with possibilities, but he couldn’t come up with a single thing he didn’t think he’d like if Coop was the one doing it. “Um, can I… suck you?”
The smile Coop gave him was downright filthy. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’d really like that.”
Coop settled against the headboard, legs splayed out shamelessly, and Beau gave himself a little pep talk as he eyed the size of Coop’s erection. You got this. When he knelt between Coop’s legs, he nearly swallowed his tongue at the way Coop was stroking himself as he waited for Beau to get it together.
“You’re a lot bigger than Danny was,” he blurted out, then felt his face start to burn as he flushed. Why had he said that? God.
Coop smiled but didn’t stop moving his hand, the sight of his fat head reappearing above his fist over and over hypnotic. “Are you worried? You can change your mind if you don’t want to do this anymore.”
“I do,” he quickly said, nodding and scooting closer, laying his hands on Coop’s well-muscled thighs and sliding up slowly until he was framing Coop’s pelvis. “I want to.”
“Okay,” Coop said quietly. After one more stroke, he stopped with his fist just below the head and waited, holding himself out to Beau like an offering.
Watching a pearly drop of precum bead up and slide over the wide crown, landing on Coop’s callused fingers, was pornographic. Moaning, he dropped onto his belly gracelessly and dove forward, mouth open and tongue out. As soon as Coop’s essence hit his taste buds, he moaned again and closed his lips to suckle more of the flavor into his mouth.
Coop grunted as his hand dropped away. “Jesus. Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”
Feeling emboldened, Beau sucked harder, running his tongue along the dips and ridges. He used one hand to squeeze the thick base, then stroked up to meet his mouth, letting the mixture of precum and spit leaking past his lips smooth the way.
Coop kept groaning, a hand coming up to tangle in Beau’s hair and encourage him to start bobbing his head, taking in as much as he could. Beau followed the gentle, unspoken instructions and sped up his movements, growing frantic with his need to see Coop explode.
When he went too far down and gagged a little, Coop hissed and tightened his hold, his whole body growing taut. “Fuck yeah. You’re okay.”
Coop’s fingers unclenched in Beau’s hair, and he pulled back so only the head was in his mouth, resting on his tongue, and tried to catch his breath.
“You want to make me come?” Coop rasped, running his hand over Beau’s head and through his hair, practically making him purr.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded slowly, sucking on Coop’s head as he met his fiery gaze.
“So fucking sexy.” Coop gripped the back of his neck and pulled Beau up his body, slamming their mouths together in a wet kiss. When Beau had to rip away so he could breathe, Coop grinned and guided him back down to his dick with a hand on his shoulder. “Do it then. Make me come.”
He dove back in, running his tongue up and down Coop’s shaft, sucking his balls into his mouth, then returning to his sensitive head. Stroking and licking and sucking. Everything was wet. The slurping sounds were so loud in the quiet room it was obscene, and Beau was reveling in how Coop kept groaning, Coop’s low, encouraging words driving Beau to suck harder and stroke faster.