When he could tell Coop was getting close, his thighs clenching tight on either side of him and his words shifting to little more than guttural grunts, Beau bobbed his head a few more times. Sucking in a breath through his nose, he went down once more but kept going until he gagged himself again, remembering how much Coop had liked it the first time.
Sure enough, Coop swelled and exploded before Beau could pull up, causing him to sputter and cough a little, but he did his best to keep stroking Coop’s shaft and suck down every last drop.
“Too much,” Coop finally murmured.
Beau pulled off and sat up on his knees, wiping at his wet face and grinning triumphantly. “Good?”
“Jesus. How can you ask that? I’m practically boneless, sweetheart.”
More than a little pleased with himself, he started to crawl forward, intent on cuddling up next to Coop and uncaring that his own erection was still throbbing, but Coop stopped him.
“Don’t move,” Coop growled while Beau was still on his hands and knees. Coop slid out from under him and crowded up behind him, palming his ass cheeks. “Perfection. Get down on your elbows. I want this ass in the air, sweetheart.”
Embarrassed and more aroused than he’d ever been, Beau dropped to his forearms and buried his head between them. When Coop’s big, rough hands spread him apart, he thought he’d die. A whimpering meep escaped his mouth, and Coop chuckled, breath brushing the exposed skin between his cheeks.
“You like getting rimmed?” Coop asked, brushing his beard down his crack and laughing again when Beau moaned. “So sensitive.”
“I’ve never been… um, rimmed,” Beau whispered.
Coop’s fingers tightened on his cheeks, but all he said was, “I bet you’ll love it. Your ass was made for worshipping.”
Releasing a choked groan, he pushed his face farther into the bed under him.
Then Coop’s warm, wet tongue ran from just behind his balls to his hole, and he gasped.
“Mmhmm. If it’s too much, just tell me to stop, okay?”
Beau had barely nodded before Coop had his face buried between his cheeks, beard and tongue both teasing him relentlessly.
“Oh god,” he moaned when Coop wiggled the tip of his tongue right at Beau’s entrance, lightning shooting through his limbs. Arching his back, he gave in to what he wanted and forced himself to forget how embarrassed he’d felt at being so exposed. “More, please.”
Coop grunted an acknowledgment and kept working his way inside Beau’s body using only his lips and tongue and teeth. Feeling like a live wire, Beau screamed into the mattress when Coop suddenly scraped his chin up across his hole.
“Oh god, your beard,” he panted out, body feeling loose and coiled tight all at the same time.
“Good?”
“So good.”
Coop chuckled and nipped each of Beau’s cheeks before doing it again. Beau couldn’t help but cry out once more, the sensation almost too much but still something he craved to feel over and over. When Coop’s tongue wiggled inside him finally, he gasped and shot a hand down to grip his base so he didn’t come. He didn’t want it to be over yet. He needed more.
He’d never felt so greedy.
Coop thrust his tongue into Beau repeatedly, fingers digging into his cheeks. It was all too much, and he wondered if he’d ever be satisfied with mediocre sex again.
“Stroke yourself, Beau. I wanna feel you clench down on my tongue as you come,” Coop rasped against his spit-wet skin.
Whole body shaking and muscles strung so tight he thought he’d break into a million pieces at any moment, he turned his head so he didn’t suffocate on the bunched-up sheet under him. His hand flew on his shaft as Coop pressed his tongue back inside.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” he grunted as his body strained, reaching for that explosion just out of reach. Just when he thought he wouldn’t get there, that he’d plateaued and would be forced to stay rock hard all night, Coop slipped a hand down and gave Beau’s balls a squeeze. The shot of painful pleasure was exactly what he needed, stars erupting behind his eyes as he cried out and came.
He was breathing like he’d run a marathon as Coop slowly withdrew his tongue, pressing a kiss to Beau’s sensitive hole and stroking his aching balls. His other hand petted Beau from butt to shoulder blades like he was trying to gentle a wild animal.
When he started to move, Coop’s big, gentle hands were there to help ease him onto his back. “I’m going to grab a washcloth,” he said. “Don’t move.”
Beau chuckled weakly. “Not a problem. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
Coop’s grin was smug as hell as he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Time didn’t seem to mean anything anymore. It seemed like Beau only blinked his eyes, and Coop was back in bed, running a warm cloth over his groin and belly. He didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed at Coop touching his soft midsection.
He blinked again, and they were under the blankets, Coop gently pulling him into his arms and pressing a quick, minty kiss to his lips.
The last thought Beau had before he finally fell asleep, body tingly and sated, was that he’d been wrong. Phenomenal, earth-shattering sex was a real thing.
Now he just had to figure out how he’d survive never getting to experience it again.
Chapter 8
Coop had a problem, and its name was Beau Singer.
Sighing, Coop trudged through the foot and a half of snow that had fallen the night before and followed Trucker as he took off behind the cabin and into the woods. Trucker had been practically busting the bedroom door down twenty minutes ago, and Coop wasn’t sure how Beau had slept through it.
Then again, he’d been pretty tuckered out last night, practically passing out as soon as he came.
Coop grinned up at the clear, perfectly blue sky, ignoring his thickening cock as he remembered how sweet Beau had moaned when Coop had eaten his ass and rubbed his beard between his cheeks.
Fuck, he could spend days feasting on that man’s ass.
And that was part of the problem. He followed the tracks Trucker had left for him and headed off again, sucking the biting cold into his lungs and trying to find that peaceful feeling in his chest he always had when he was at his cabin. But it was gone.
It wasn’t that Beau was disturbing his tranquil week in the woods. He knew himself well enough to know that wasn’t what had been brewing in the back of his head ever since he’d woken up.
It was that Beau made him want things. Things that he had no business wanting anymore. He’d tried the whole relationship thing too many times to count. Had been dumped, cheated on, stolen from, and dumped again. The final straw had been about five years ago when his boyfriend of two years—who Coop had planned on fucking spending the rest of his life with—had emptied Coop’s bank account and run off with his yoga instructor or some shit.
As Trucker came into view once more, half carrying and half dragging a damn tree branch, Coop huffed out a breath and tried to relax his shoulders. He’d adopted Trucker about six months after that last failed relationship and sworn off boyfriends and girlfriends.
The two of them had been perfectly content together ever since.