Never caught that last word. The next time I woke, he pressed his cock against my entrance, my thigh up as he teased me from behind. My body was already lax and soft as he cupped my breast. “Please,” he asked, nuzzling kisses against my ear.
A little laugh escaped. “How long have you been waiting to wake me up?”
“Fifteen minutes,” he murmured almost mournfully. “But I wanted you here for this.” I slipped a hand down and eased him forward. His soft sigh as he sank into me echoed in my own head.
There was no rush, just a series of lazy thrusts as he worked his way deeper. I couldn’t do anything at this angle but feel, and oh, it felt good.
It seemed to go on and on, ramping just a little higher with each stroke, the climb so gradual that when he brushed his fingers against my clit, I wasn’t prepared for the wave to burst so suddenly.
I clamped down on him, and his answering groan preceded the three or four hard thrusts before he squeezed me and then pinched around my clit just lightly, which only set me off again.
This time when he left me, I didn’t move. I slipped right into a dreamless sleep.
But Coop was still there when Tiddles woke me in the morning. His arms around me, his cock heavy and ready against my ass. A little laugh escaped me, but he hadn’t moved. Pushing the cat away, I twisted carefully, and Coop flopped on his back.
He had said he wanted everything.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind a little happy wake up call, because I was damn curious and a little sore. Trailing my fingers down his chest, I followed them with my lips. It took some time, nuzzling around his thighs, teasing the tip just lightly before he shifted and said, “That feels fucking amazing.”
What had he said the night before? “Good, I wanted you awake for this.” Then I swallowed around the tip and began to work my hand at the base. It took some practice swipes and swallows, but I found a rhythm.
My only regret was it was too dark to see his face when he came. But his grip on my hair never pulled or forced, he didn’t try to guide me. After, he dragged me up for a kiss and didn’t seem to care about anything else.
“Best birthday ever,” he whispered, and I snuggled him. We had to move soon, the cats needed breakfast, we had applications to submit, and we both had school.
But right now, it was just us, and while it hadn’t been my birthday, it almost felt like it was.
An hour later, showered and dressed for school, I was halfway through a bowl of cereal when Coop let himself in the front door. He’d run home to grab his own shower and change.
“Mom said morning, by the way,” he called as he went to put the key back.
Standing in the kitchen doorway, I said, “Keep the key, and please tell me your mom said that after you showered and not when you still smelled like sex?”
Because wow, had we smelled like sex. I’d even changed the bed sheets out for an older, cleaner pair ‘cause after the last few days—yeah, I was going to have to get more if we were all going to be here. Laundry was once a week.
“After,” he promised, then held up the key. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I told him. “I’m sure.” It wasn’t like Mom was going to need it. She had her own key. “And I like the idea that you have it.”
With care, he added it to his own keyring. “I’ll take good care of it.”
Not even a doubt in my mind.
“You ready?” He checked his watch. “Apps open in five minutes.”
My nerves took off, but I nodded, even if I wasn’t. “Yep. Laptop’s set up. You have yours?”
He’d pulled his out and followed me into the bedroom. He grinned at the bed before he flopped down while I sat at the desk.
It could be weeks before we heard anything. The nerves weren’t necessary.
Didn’t quell the panic though as the clock ticked over and I reloaded the application page to see it ready for me to fill out.
“Hey, Frankie,” Coop said, and I glanced at him. “Knock ‘em dead. You got this.”
Thank god he believed it, because that confidence boosted me. I smiled. “You too. They’d be idiots to turn down someone as awesome as you.”
He winked. While the nerves didn’t vanish, they did abate some.