Page 48 of To Love You
“Can you keep it in?” Adam asked, coming toward him.
He didn’t know, but he would try. He managed a nod, cheek dragging through an already cooling pile of spit on the blanket. Adam finally reached him, lowering down to his knees between Cooper’s spread legs. He was still fully dressed and he had something clutched in his fist that Cooper couldn’t make out in the low light of the yard.
“I know we talked about being rough.” Adam opened his fist and revealed a white cloth bag. He reached into it and produced a single wooden clothespin. “And we can do that, but I don’t think youneedme to be rough.”
A strangled groan reverberated around the back of Cooper’s throat, silenced by the gag. Adam dropped the bag in front of him and smoothed his hand up the length of Cooper’s engorged and exposed cock, then he attached the clothespin to the thin and delicate skin at the base of Cooper’s cock and balls.
He shouted, unable to stop himself. The gag did nothing to soften the sound, and Adam tsked him with a pretend frown.
“Like I said,” Adam whispered, glancing over his shoulder toward Grant’s still-dark house. “I don’t think you need me to berough. I think you just want me to hurt you.”
Cooper’s breath settled in his chest.
Adam wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right. He loved when Adam was rough, but he also loved the pain. It was what he’d been thinking about in the bedroom while he gagged himself at Adam’s demand. And he liked that Adam was creative. He loved it.
“I can see you overthinking this.” Adam laughed quietly and produced another clip from the bag, attaching it just above the first one. “You need to think about something else for now.”
Adam clipped another clothespin, and another, until half a dozen wooden pins lined the length of his erection. Cooper couldn’t think about anything, let alone nothing. His mind existed in a thousand different places at once, and there were already so many existing pain points on his body, he didn’t know where to start or stop.
Cooper found himself overwhelmed with the need for more. More of anything. He whined, twisting his body against the blanket and jostling the giant dildo inside of him. Adam reached down, flattening his hand against the base of the toy and shoving it back into him, at the same time falling forward and bracing himself over Cooper with his other hand on the blanket. The shift brought their bodies together, and Adam’s stomach displaced the clothespins, pulling and tightening against the thin skin of his dick.
He cried out again, the gag not stopping the sound. Cooper turned his head to stare up at Adam, wondering if his face relayed the desperation he felt. Between them, Adam moved his hand. The night was quiet and Cooper heard the distinct sound of a zipper, and then the gaping absence of the toy. It was a short-lived sensation because Adam shoved his cock inside, filling the space. Cooper whimpered as his body closed and tightened around Adam’s cock, and Adam slanted his mouth over Cooper’s, kissing and licking him around the large gag.
Cooper didn’t know whether to moan in pleasure for the penetration, agony for the tightness of the clothespins, or misery at the way Adam’s kiss left him unfulfilled. The noise he ended up making was swallowed down around the gag and his spit, and Adam smiled as he licked around the circumference of the rubber ball. He eased his hips back and forth, sawing into Cooper with a relentlessly slow drive.
God, he knew it hadn’t been that long since Adam had fucked him, but it felt like it had been. His body somehow not remembering what it was like to consume Adam’s erection.
He shivered, back arching off the blanket, and then Adam twisted one of the clips. He twisted until Cooper saw stars, then he ripped it off entirely, tossing it over his shoulder and into the grass. Cooper screamed, and Adam slammed a hand down over his mouth, sealing the gag behind his teeth. The light in Grant’s kitchen came on, and Adam stilled, looking over his shoulder at his best friend’s house.
“Look what you did,” Adam warned, leaning down and resuming the punishingly slow pace he’d set.
Cooper had left his body behind, the pain from the clothespin removal had sent him into another galaxy. His cock throbbed against his stomach from pain and from need, leaking against his skin in an embarrassing volume. Adam fumbled around and grabbed the bag, dumping the remaining clothespins onto the blanket beside Cooper’s head. He quickly attached one to each of Cooper’s nipples, then forced Cooper’s arms above his head and went for the delicate and under-touched area at the top of his armpits.
Cooper was desperate to get out from beneath Adam, but he knew that his release was completely out of his reach until Adam wanted him to have it. His eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering as he turned his head back to the side. Adam released the hand over his mouth, and he struggled to get the breath he needed to calm himself down. It didn’t frighten him, though. It exhilarated him. It made him hard. It made him thankful.
Adam circled his hips, working himself deeper into Cooper’s body, then reached for another clip. They went through the same cycle until all the clothespins Adam had put on his cock were removed. Cooper had lost all sense of time, all sense of anything that existed beyond the sensation of Adam inside of him and around him. How did Adam not love this? How did he not derive the utmost peace from giving himself over in the way Cooper was doing?
Again, the thoughts left him as the clothespins were twisted and torn from his nipples. His skin prickled with heat and pain as blood rushed to all the areas it had been restricted from. His cock, his chest, his armpits. He couldn’t have been quiet at that point if he wanted, his desperate moans turning into a plea when Adam pulled out of his ass.
That need for connection was quickly fulfilled as Adam moved on top of him. With a hot and slippery hand, Adam took Cooper’s shaft into his fist and seated himself with one easy dip of his hips. Cooper came instantly, the tight heat of Adam’s ass drawing the full body orgasm out of him in a spectacular fashion. Adam rode him anyway, letting Cooper’s cries fill the night, working toward his own orgasm only seconds later.
Adam painted Cooper’s chest with his cum, the violent white stripes spraying all the way up his body to his mouth. Sticky wetness slicked around the gag and onto his tongue, and Cooper shuddered. Adam bent down, his body trembling violently, and he licked his cum off the outside of the gag while Cooper protested with a quiet grunt.
A lifetime passed, and Adam, still seated on top of him, reached behind his head and worked loose the straps of the gag. He massaged Cooper’s jaw as he closed and opened his mouth a handful of times, peppering kisses around the corner of his lips and his chin.
“Are you okay?” Adam whispered, kissing up his jaw toward his ear.
“How…” Cooper cleared his throat, his voice scratchy and his throat sore. “How do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Exactly what I need.”
Adam hummed against him, nipping his earlobe with the lightest touch he’d given Cooper all night. “It’s easy, Cooper. I always know what to do with you because what you need is the same as me.”
Chapter15
Adam