Page 17 of Cooper & Jake (Gomillion High Reunion #2)

He doesn’t give me any warning before he’s slamming into me.

My body jerks further up the mattress from his thrust, a never-ending groan leaving my lips.

Jake grabs hold of my hips, pounding into me as I drop my head down and enjoy the ride.

Jake grunts behind me, and I hope to god his fingers leave bruises behind.

I want something to remember this in a few days when I’m back at home.

My thoughts try to turn depressing, so I tune them out and focus on Jake’s cock in my ass. “Harder,” I rasp, pushing back as he continues ramming. I let out a sob when Jake comes to a complete stop. “You don’t tell me what to do. Not unless you’re begging and pleading and asking me, ‘ please .’”

“Please fuck me harder, Jake,” I beg, trying to scoot back and fuck myself on him, but with the restraints, I can only move so far.

“Say it again,” he says, slowly pulling out and moving back in. Hell, I think this is more torturous than when he’d stopped completely.

“Please fuck me harder. Please,” I sob, wanting to reach underneath me and take hold of my shaft. “I want to come on your cock so badly.”

“Hell yes, you do. No one will ever fuck you this good, baby. Now hold on.”

I do as he says, flexing my fingers as much as I can before taking hold of the headboard again. Jake pounds into me, and I arch my back, loving every thrust inside me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before, and while I love being tied up, I hate that I can’t stroke myself.

“Please touch me,” I beg, tears falling down my face. “Put your hand around my aching cock. I need you.”

Jake grunts, leaning forward. He grabs my chin and turns me to face him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he continues fucking me from behind.

A sob breaks free again when Jake’s hand finds its way to my cock.

He gives me one quick stroke, then drags his hand up my happy trail and toward my stomach.

“No,” I whine, shaking my head back and forth.

“I promise it’s going to feel so good when you finally come,” he tells me, giving me another quick stroke before directing his hand to my throat.

He squeezes lightly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he whispers, picking up his thrusting as he fucks my hole as though it were made for him.

Which, fuck, it might have been. Jake stills on top of me as he groans, giving one final thrust.

He pulls out, kissing up my back while he reaches up for the tie.

He undoes the knot and flips me onto my back.

I try to reach down to touch my shaft, but he stops me, holding my hands together with his grasp.

He shimmies down my body, placing himself between my legs.

I arch my back up, my dick hitting him in the face.

He takes the hint, shoving my cock down his throat in one quick movement.

“Fuck!” I yell, my hands coming straight out to grab onto his head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Jacob. Suck my cock and force me to come down your throat. I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

Jake hums around my dick, my dick jerking in his throat.

Fuck, the man can deep throat. He doesn’t come up for air, just sucks my fucking dick like a pro.

I lean up on my elbows, watching him hoover my shaft like a vacuum.

The sight is so damn erotic that I shoot off in no time at all.

Jake easily swallows down every drop of my cum, and I give him one final spurt before throwing myself back on the mattress, my chest rising rapidly.

“Fuck,” is all I can get out.

“I know,” he tells me, moving up next to me. “I told you it would be better if you waited a little bit longer. Edging is fucking wonderful.”

“I might like it,” I tease, turning my head to look at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been edged before today.”

“That’s going to change. I’ll edge you every single time if I have to. You’ll always have a mind-blowing orgasm that way.”

“I think I’ll always have a mind-blowing orgasm if you’re involved.”

“Same. Let me see your wrists.”

I give him my wrists, and Jake inspects them intently. He gives each one a kiss, then rubs them gently. “They don’t hurt. The tie wasn’t tight.”

“Good. Now lie on your stomach and let me rub your ass.”

“Okay.”

Jake takes extra good care of me, putting lotion on my ass and then giving my wrist a quick rub before cuddling me from behind. We both fall asleep easily with me in his arms.

“Okay, so I’m leaving my best friend in your hands. You’d better make sure you take care of him, Little Dude.” Peyton shoves a forkful of food in his mouth, smiling at me.

“Ew, no one wants to see your damn chewed-up food,” Taylor chides him from across the table.

“I will miss that smart mouth of yours. I bet your husband can’t wait to have you back.”

“Actually, he can’t. And I can’t wait to go back home. I’ve loved the little break, but I miss my family so much.” Taylor says, staring down at the phone in front of her.

“Since when did our best friends become best friends of their own?” I ask Jake, whose head is bouncing between Taylor and Peyton.

“Probably the minute you both ditched us. Don’t get me wrong; it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.

But yeah, it’s definitely your fault. And I’ve already FaceTimed with her husband, Jared, and am planning to have them come visit the ranch,” Peyton replies, his eyes never leaving his plate. “As one would say… we’re besties now.”

“Should I be scared that I’ve been demoted from my title of best friend?

” I joke, grabbing Taylor’s coffee cup and pulling it from within reach.

Taylor can’t live without her morning coffee, and sure enough, she gives me a death glare as she reaches across the table for it.

Jake and Peyton are in their own little world now, having their own conversation with one another.

“You’ll have time to earn it back once you’re home and you tell me all the tea of how the next three days go. And I don’t want you texting or calling me at all until you’re on the way back.”

“Deal. Sorry about your flying back by yourself.”

“Don’t worry about it. You deserve a chance at happiness. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always cared about others, but you never tried anything spontaneous. You’ve never stepped out of your comfort zone. I am so damn proud of the fact that you’re doing something for you now.”

“Even if it crashes and burns?” I whisper, side-eying Jake, making sure he’s not listening.

“Hell yes, even if it crashes and burns. At least you’ll be able to see if it was worth it. You won’t be second-guessing and wondering what would have happened if you’d stayed.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right. When am I ever wrong? Okay, we need to finish packing, and then you two,” Taylor says, first pointing her fingers between Jake and me and then turning them around on her and Peyton, “need to take us two to the airport. So chop-chop, let’s go.”

“You heard the woman,” Peyton says, standing up from the table. “Chop-chop.”

“Oh god,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “There are two of them.”