by Cate Ellink
When he’s lost in my blow job, I take my fingers on a tour of the darker areas of his body. I’ve always been interested in anal exploration but it’s not something you can do with a one-night stand, and certainly not with everyone.
Cooper’s open, expressive, fun, and easygoing. He gives me the confidence to slide my saliva-slickened fingers across his perineum and around the sphincter of his anus. A deep gravelly moan, along with the quick tensing of muscles as he lifts his hips towards my mouth and fingers, encourages me further. I press my wet finger to his butthole.
A muffled cry, not a groan of pain but not one of pleasure either, spurs me on. Sucking hard, his cock deep, touching the back of my throat as it bobs, I keep the pressure on the sphincter. My finger eases in as the muscle relaxes.
‘Oh God.’ His voice is strangled, caught somewhere inside him. But he’s not asking me to stop. He’s not in pain. It’s like he’s writhing along the pleasure-pain continuum and I know that can be a mind-blowing ride.
Lifting my head, I drag my lips and tongue up the length of his shaft as my finger pushes a little deeper. I haven’t yet reached the first knuckle but I can feel the ever-tightening grip of the anal sphincter. He’s not completely relaxing into this yet.
Saliva runs down the length of his cock as I hold the head between my lips, my tongue slurping around the dome. I open my fingers clasped around the base so warm saliva can trickle over the perineum. More moaning fills the air as my tongue flicks at the slit on the top of his cock. Probing lightly with tongue and finger, a deep sense of satisfaction rolls through when he bucks into my mouth. His anal muscles relax enough to let my finger slip past that first joint.
‘Fuck. Take me deep again, please.’
I hesitate for long seconds. Nothing moves. My finger is still, teasing his tight arse. My tongue is tucked away, not touching his cock. My lips are sealed around the head, holding nowhere near firmly enough. My hand is loose around the base. I’m tormenting him, he knows it, and I can only hope he loves it, or at least thinks that suffering through it will be worthwhile. A sly smile twists my lips when I meet his tortured gaze. His eyes are almost inky, eyelids narrowed, tension marring his forehead and the edges of his face. He doesn’t look like he wants to wait any longer.
The power is indescribable. I literally hold this man’s pleasure in my grasp. He trusts me. He’s handed his body to me. Nothing is a better aphrodisiac. I’m on an orgasmic high without him having laid a hand on me.
‘Please, Sam.’ The words are forced from his mouth, past teeth clenched tight.
I tighten my hand around the base of his cock and slip my finger out from his arse. While sliding that finger in the pooled saliva, I open my lips. His eyes widen. I slowly sink over his cock. His eyelids droop as my lips lower. By the time his cock is buried in my mouth and my lips are tight around the base, his eyes are clenched as tight as his jaw. I suck while my head bobs up and down. I slide my tight mouth right up his cock, then while paused at the top, my finger presses against his sphincter. In a simultaneous act, my mouth slides down and my finger pushes inside and upwards to put pressure on his prostate gland. Sucking while the head of his cock strokes the back of my throat, the salty semen taste almost makes me gag. I ease off and pull my head back. Then I try again without the gagging. All the time rubbing over the prostate or lightly tapping against it.
‘Fu…nooooowwwww,’ is the only warning I have before his cock spasms and come jettisons against the back of my throat. I suck it down, my hand milking his cock while my finger presses. His hips rock into my face, fast and hard but I control his cock. He can’t thrust it down my throat as my hand protects the depth. I’m free to milk him dry and suck every drop. And when I do, I slip my finger out and ease my hold on his cock, lifting my head and lapping the last drops.
There’s just the deep rasping pant of Cooper’s breath to break the silence. I go to the bathroom to wash up while he recovers.
I don’t think I could have redeemed myself better. A debt has been repaid, though I know it’s crazy to feel indebted and Cooper would no doubt argue with me if he knew.
I walk back with a warm facecloth to wipe him. His eyes are still closed but his breathing is back to normal. As I pad beside the bed, he opens first one eye, then the other, almost squinting at me.
‘I think you killed me, Sammy.’
I smile and drop a kiss on his lips. ‘I have a warm cloth. It might make you feel better.’
‘Sweetheart, nothing will make me feel any better than I do right now.’ A lazy smile pulls against his lips and the dimples give me a kick in the stomach. God, he’d make cute babies.
To distract my thoughts, I quickly wipe him with the cloth, first his cock, then between his legs and his butt. When I finish he grabs my wrist and tugs me down beside him. He takes the wash cloth and tosses it through the bathroom door onto the floor.
‘Thank you.’ His stare captures me and penetrates right into my chest. When I blink, his mouth closes on mine and his kiss sends ripples of pleasure through me. His kiss worships me. It wraps me in him, twists me around him, and curls my toes. His tongue mates with mine. The kiss is a never-ending swirl. An eddy dragging me into the frenzied centre. And I’m floating, although I should be drowning.
We break the kiss but remain lying sprawled across each other, catching our breath. Cooper’s hand strokes along my spine, mine cradles the back of his head and his shoulder.
‘You didn’t have to do that.’ His gaze challenges me, as if daring me to argue.
‘I wanted to.’
‘Because you felt guilty?’
I bite my lips together and shake my head. ‘No. It’s part of the challenge. A different form of sex.’
A frown mars his forehead. ‘Oh.’ The frown deepens and the muscle at the back of his jaw tenses for a long time before releasing. ‘Why did you do that?’
My head drops to the side, trying to work out what he means.
‘Why did you…finger me?’ The hesitation and the low volume tell me there’s some discomfort. But I am one hundred per cent certain he enjoyed it. So the discomfort must be psychological, not physical.
A smile dances across my lips and I try to rein it in, unsuccessfully. ‘It’s not that I think you’re gay. Geez, nothing would make me think that after the last few days.’ He doesn’t yet have a grin matching mine, so I’d better keep explaining. ‘I’ve always wanted to explore the darker side of sex and you seem receptive to trying things. I thought you might enjoy it, and if not, I figured you’d let me know.’
‘So…’ He pauses, as if not sure how to proceed.
I jump in. ‘Coop, seriously, it’s no big deal. It’s between us. Our secret. It’s been done once, so I’ll never do it to you again.’ I press a kiss to the stress lines at the corner of his eye. ‘Besides, I thought you enjoyed it.’ I grin, or maybe it’s more a leer.
He shakes his head, not in a negating way, but as if shaking bad thoughts from his head. ‘Sorry. I’m just being an idiot. I did enjoy it.’
His reaction is all wrong. He should be soaking in a post-orgasmic high, yet he’s on a down and I’ve got the high. It must be still about yesterday.
I draw a deep breath. ‘I do feel guilty about yesterday. Not only what I said but my bad reaction too. I’m sorry.’
His arms come around and wrap me against him, nose to nose, toes to toes, and everything between lining up.
‘Yesterday is fine, Sam. I get you want a kid but haven’t admitted it before. I know you won’t take advantage of me because you haven’t already. It’s cool.’
Relief surges through me, like gusts of fresh, clean air after a storm. I murmur my thanks and wriggle closer, brushing my nose against his, my lips over his. ‘If it’s not that, what’s wrong?’
‘I’ll trade you secrets.’ He pauses, takes a deep gulp which has his neck shifting and his chest heaving. ‘There are always rumours about my sexuality. I thought maybe you were testing them.’
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p; You could have knocked me over with a feather. I’m sure my face shows my surprise. ‘Testing rumours? Why would people need to comment on your sexuality?’
He shrugs before answering. ‘I don’t splash my sex life around for the world to see. I don’t have women hanging off my arm at every event. How would I know how they think?’
Before I can scoff at his fears, the image of him coming to wrap me in a towel fills my brain. Last night my fears were irrational and badly dealt with. I can’t criticise him for this. ‘Coop, I didn’t even know who you were. And I’m embarrassed to say I still don’t know anything about your fame. I wouldn’t know what rumours there are. I like sex. I like to know what turns people on. I’d read about perineum stimulation and prostate massage and I’ve always wanted to try it. I didn’t think you’d mind.’
He rests his forehead against mine and gives me a squeeze. ‘I didn’t mind at all, until my stupid brain kicked in.’
‘Would you like me to keep all the attention downstairs so your upstairs brain doesn’t have to think?’
Finally, Cooper laughs. A proper laugh. One that tells me he’s over the panic my actions caused. He swoops a kiss on my lips, then nuzzles against my jaw, beneath my ear, down the side of my neck. Everything begins to feel right with the world.
I can’t imagine what he went through yesterday while I churned the lagoon. His freak-out lasted bare minutes and had my heart thundering. He’s made of tougher stuff than I.
Two freak-outs. Two secrets exposed. And we got through them.
So much for the simple holiday fling. This is getting more like a relationship. Something I wasn’t prepared for. Something Cooper doesn’t want.
Chapter 9
After all the craziness, a morning run across the flatter parts of the island before the dive seems too normal, but normality is good. The run settles me. We’re back to light-hearted teasing by the time we pick up the cameras and gear. No one would guess the intensity — or the insanity — we’ve shared since the last dive.
Today’s dive is at the magnificent Balls Pyramid. A rock, over five hundred metres high, sticking straight up in the middle of the ocean. It’s as beautiful above water as below. Another site filled with fish and ample opportunities to snap the winning photo. I don’t. Cooper has the best shot again. It’s not that my photos are dreadful, it’s just that his are spectacular.
‘You take these shots without mucking around. How?’
Cooper grins, waggles his eyebrows, and mimes zipping his lips.
‘Oh, come on,’ I plead.
‘Natural talent.’ He shrugs. ‘I honestly don’t know, Sam. Something catches my eye, I line up and snap.’
‘So, if you didn’t play footy, would you be a photographer?’
Cooper laughs loudly. ‘Now, they’re two jobs that no one else would put together.’
Over a late lunch we continue discussing photos. I keep trying to work out how I can beat his brilliance. I’m not sure I can, but there’s no way I’ll give up.
After lunch, we snorkel in the lagoon below the two huge mountains at the southern end of the island. And then we head back to Cooper’s place.
‘Have you climbed Mount Gower?’
I shake my head. ‘I’ve thought about it but haven’t stopped diving long enough to do it.’
‘You can’t dive on your last day. Should we do it then?’
‘Yeah, if we can. We have to have a guide and go in a group. I think they only go one or two days a week.’
‘No problem. I’ll find out.’
‘It’s a full day. Will you mind missing a dive?’
‘Sam, I don’t know that I’ll bother diving when you go home. I’ll only be here a couple more days.’
‘What will you do instead?’ I’m worried that I’ve had him diving more than he otherwise would have.
‘Probably sit and sulk because you’ve left me.’
I spin around and stare. Words fail me.
Then he chuckles. ‘I’ll snorkel, run, take photos, roam around.’ He shrugs. ‘I’ll do whatever I would have done had you not…’ His hesitation makes me laugh.
‘What? Crashed your holiday? Distracted you from resting? Made you do a thousand dives you’d never have otherwise done?’
‘No. Well, yes. But all in a good way.’ We’re back at his place and stop at his door. He studies me for a long time before he says, ‘I’ve done much more diving with you than I would have but I’ve loved every minute. Usually I only tolerate my buddy which doesn’t make it as much fun.’
‘Phew.’ I flash a grin. ‘For a minute there I thought I was dragging you to do something you didn’t want to.’
‘As if.’ He drops a kiss on my nose. As he steps closer to deepen the kiss, I interrupt.
‘What’s for dinner?’
‘No plans. You?’
‘No plans.’
‘Will we go back to your chowder place? You must have withdrawal since we haven’t been back there.’
I chuckle. ‘No withdrawal, but it does sound good. I’ll head up to my place and get changed. Will I meet you up there?’
‘What’s the rush?’ He’s already standing close enough to be a coat. Within a blink, his lips are against mine, opening them. His tongue touching, teasing. His body moulding mine. Our kisses are an explosion in waiting. No longer enough in themselves, they’re a precursor. Full of anticipation and promise.
The door flies open and we stagger inside without breaking the kiss. Cooper must have opened it while we were kissing. Clothes are shed before we make it to the bed. The door bangs shut. Naked, touching, rubbing and writhing, the kiss moves towards imitating sex. Deep penetration, thrusting, sucking and nipping. I cannot get enough of him. As close as I am, I need to be closer. I need him a part of me.
I grab a condom as we pass the bedside table. My leg shinnies up his before clasping around his hip. I’m angling my hips so I can push myself onto his cock when he stops and pulls away.
‘We’ve done it like this.’
Fuck. I can’t believe he’s throwing my own stupid words back at me. Now. ‘I don’t give a rat’s, Coop.’ I manage to grate the words between clenched teeth and knotted jaw.
His deep, throaty chuckle spears from my ears to my pulsing clit, not helping my need one skerrick. Open-mouthed kisses move from my lips to my jaw, ear, then along my neck and across my shoulders. He steps around behind me, his cock, hard, sliding against my buttocks. I groan before the length settles into the natural dip between my cheeks. The open-mouthed kisses work back towards my ear.
‘I’ve been thinking about this all day,’ he murmurs. I moan my agreement. ‘You said you wanted to explore the darker side…does that include me giving it to you?’
An internal giant fist grabs hold of my stomach region and squeezes. I can’t breathe. I can’t swallow. I can’t think. I have to make some sound. I have to see what he means. If he means…oh God. A long guttural sound that should belong in a dark forest on a stormy night escapes me.
‘So I could give you anal and you wouldn’t mind?’ he asks quietly.
The condom drops from my fingers.
That internal fist twists until the breath hisses from me. ‘Yes.’ His cock leaps against me as he growls against my ear. His teeth nip my earlobe and his hands splay across my buttocks. Liquid heat gushes down my thighs as my clit and vagina pulse.
His hands slow and his lips move away. I have a few seconds to think. ‘Have you done this before?’ I ask, turning to look at him. When I catch the downward flick of his gaze, I quickly reassure. ‘It doesn’t matter if you haven’t. I just want to remind you of one thing.’ I hold up my forefinger. ‘This is what went into your arse.’ I hold my finger about half way. ‘This far.’ I look down at his cock. When I stare back at him, he’s a paler shade. That wasn’t my plan.
‘I’m not scaring you off, Coop.’ I turn and catch his jaw in my palms, holding his face so he remains looking at me. ‘I want your cock buried inside me.’ His
eyes darken, pupils expanding. ‘I just want you to take it slow. Let me adjust to the size. No ploughing in. If I scream, you stop.’ I don’t honestly think I’ll have to scream but it’s worth having it out there. Cooper takes his time, pays attention to my reactions and knows how to handle his cock. I have no true fear but I’ve given the reminder.
‘I’ll look after you, Sam, I promise.’ He doesn’t need to promise. The raw honesty is there in the intensity of his gaze, the soft curve of his mouth, the tightening of his jaw.
Our lips lock, meshing together in a frenzy of desire. He walks me backwards until my legs hit the side of the bed. The kiss doesn’t stop. We stand beside the bed, devouring each other. My body’s dying for more but savouring each moment. It’s a delicious place to be, caught between enjoying what you have now and eagerly anticipating what comes next. It makes my skin dance and my heart cha-cha.
We break for air and Cooper grabs condoms and lube from the side table, throwing them on the bed. I pile up pillows. With my back to him, his hands catch my hips and slide upwards, fingers brushing against the underside of my breasts before sliding higher and catching my nipples. He rolls them between his fingers and a moan shudders from me. His cock presses between my buttocks, not just against them. When I bend over the pillows without resting on them, Cooper’s hands still on me, his cock aligns with my open cleft. And it feels so damn good. Long, thick, hard and warm. I want more than just the pressure of it against me. I want to feel it probe, push, enter. But I want to bask in the now. The exquisite touch on my nipples, the heat from his body, the slow burn of need welling inside.
I slip my hand backwards and curl it around his cock, angling my hips so I have the space to manoeuvre it. I guide his cock along my cleft. From the top down, across the sensitive anus, over my soaking vagina but not so far as my clit. Damn it. I need to be bent more so it can reach my clit. A growl vibrates in my chest as I slide the head of his cock across the slick heat of my cunt.
‘If you want slow, you better stop doing that.’ His growl makes me chuckle. Teasing him is one of my great pleasures, but not if it’ll end up hurting me. I drop my hold on his cock.
