Free Boys Next Door by Sommer Marsden Page B

fingers. The cool air kissed my exposed skin as I watched him handle himself. I licked my lips. The sight of him touching himself and eyeing me that way – predatory, frightening,
hungry
– turned me on again. I was damn near restless with it.
    Coop’s hand moved faster, the whispery slide of fist over dick – the small sound that bubbled up out of him before he could silence it. The intensity in his eyes and the tension in his jaw and the way he growled low in his throat and took a step toward me – all of it acted as my impetus to say, ‘Come for me, please. Come for me.’
    He growled again. It was a raw, smoky sound. I felt a twitch and tightening in my cunt. I tried to ignore it.
    He was closer to me now. I could feel the heat off his body and the need in his movements and the barely controlled attraction that was ricocheting between us. Invisible, but very real.
    I leaned in just a bit and he growled, ‘Don’t touch me, Farrell.’
    I nodded, licking my lips again and staring him in the eye. ‘I won’t. But I want you to come on me.’ I knew that had been his intention but I wanted to seal the deal. Drive the point home. I wanted it. Him. All of it.
    I wiggled the tail end of my shirt and showed him even more of my bare abdomen. ‘That’s what this is for, right?’
    He nodded. No words. His hand working faster, his movements much more feral.
    ‘So do it. I want it. Come on me. Paint me. Streak me.’ I found his eyes with mine and though the light wasn’t bright enough to see them clearly, I could feel how close he was. I finished him off. ‘Mark me.’
    He tipped his head forward and the first stripe of hot cum hit my belly. Searing and sticky and exactly what I wanted. I clenched my pussy tight and felt a jolt of pleasure – almost but not quite – a tiny orgasm. Riding out the pleasure and the excitement of Coop’s release.
    ‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ he muttered, head down, hand ringing one more spurt out of his cock.
    I rushed forward and kissed him before he could stop me. He opened his mouth to me and I ruched up his T-shirt and pressed my sticky warm belly to his belly and he growled, manacling me in the band of his arms so that I couldn’t move away.
    ‘Why won’t you fuck me?’ I demanded.
    He scooped me up and dropped my ass on the washing machine. Coop crowded in-between my thighs and forced my hands down by my hips and kissed me harder. He nipped my lower lip so I gasped, and said softly, ‘Because you’re not ready yet.’
    ‘When will I be ready?’
    ‘When you are,’ he said and moved away from me. Leaving me flushed and needy and frustrated beyond belief.

Chapter Ten
    He started up the steps and I grabbed a paper towel to wipe off my belly. Then I hurried after him.
    ‘What do you mean ready? Ready to
handle
it?’ I asked, trying very hard not to sound as annoyed as I was.
    In the kitchen, he grabbed what was surely his cold coffee and took a swig. When he levelled his gaze at me, Coop said, ‘You could say that.’
    ‘Modest much?’
    ‘I just want you to know what you’re getting into.’
    ‘Meaning?’ I crossed my arms.
    ‘Meaning, I can be possessive and sort of irrational and I can be an asshole.’
    ‘You don’t say.’ This earned me a genuine smile. ‘Who said I want anything that would allow you to be possessive. With
anyone
?’ I clarified, thinking of devilish Deke.
    ‘Touché.’
    ‘Bleh,’ I said. And then realising I said that aloud, I laughed at myself.
    ‘I just would like us to get to know each other a bit better before we go further.’
    Was I hearing him right? Was this the
Twilight Zone
? Mr Tattooed and Bossy and Gruff was being … sensitive?
    ‘So sticky assaults in the basement are okay, though?’
    ‘Are you disappointed?’
    My face coloured so fast I felt like I’d walked into an oven. That orgasm had made me feel like I might fold up on myself and drop to my ass on the floor. Had he not been steadying me. ‘No,’ I