Say You'll Be Nine

“I want you,” I said softly. “I promise.”

When he finally pushed himself inside my body, his entire frame shuddered with his deep groan. He leaned forward, his hands resting on either side of me and my ass propped up a little on his thighs. He leaned even farther down on his elbows, his arms cradling my head.

“You feel amazing. I’ve never felt anything so good.” His voice was low and rough, like he was holding back.

I pulsed my hips back and forth to encourage him to move, and his eyes squeezed closed with another groan. “Coop. Fuck.”

I curled my arms underneath his and up over the backs of his shoulders. His body was huge and warm. His dick filled me up just the way I’d imagined and felt even better than I’d anticipated, especially when he finally got the hint and began thrusting in and out. Our eyes met and locked. Through every move of our bodies, we kept eyes on each other. It was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating.

Neither of us held back or stayed quiet. There was an unexpected freedom in living out in the middle of nowhere with nobody around for miles. I cried out every time Isaac’s dick stroked just so, and he grunted with every push into me. I felt his fingers in my hair and his beard against my cheek when he finally leaned down to kiss me. We kissed sloppily until he kissed across my cheek and to my temple.

“Want you to come,” he breathed next to my ear. He moved a hand down between us to stroke me off. It didn’t take much before I was shouting his name to the ceiling and digging my fingernails into his skin as my whole body shook with its release.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he said in a rush, pulling out and ripping the condom off before coming all over my stomach.

I stared down at the combination of our ejaculate on my stomach.

“Sorry,” he said, breath still heaving. “I… I don’t know why, I just…”

I let out a short laugh. “No sorry needed. That was hot as fuck.”

He half collapsed next to me and took in a deep breath before turning his head to look at me with a silly puppy-type grin, all eagerness and joy. “Can we do it again later?”

Now my laugh was long and loud. “Hell fucking yes. But I’m five years older than you are, so I may need a little more recovery time than you do.”

Isaac leaned over and kissed me under the chin. “You’re so sexy, Cooper. That was amazing. Thank you for… just thank you.”

He was so fucking earnest. I adored that about him. There was no guile or subterfuge with Isaac Winshed. It was refreshing.

My entire body felt so deliciously wrung out, I just lay there enjoying it for the moment, not even realizing until it was gone that Isaac’s hand had been in mine.

He got up to visit the tiny bathroom and came back with a warm, wet cloth. “Can I… clean you off?” he asked hesitantly.

I almost grabbed the cloth from him to do it myself, but he seemed to want to take care of me this way, like he was asking me permission to have more access to my body.

I nodded.

He began to stroke my stomach slowly with the warm cotton. “I probably should have licked you clean or something,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m not really cool enough for advanced moves like that yet, I guess.”

Instead of laughing, I sat up and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as I could.

“You’re the perfect amount of cool,” I said, roughly. “You’re just right. Don’t try to be something you’re not, okay? I like you just like this.”

I pulled away from him and took the cloth, clearing my throat while I got to the more intimate bits of cleaning before taking it back to the bathroom to finish. When I came back out, I felt a little steadier on my feet. Nine was already under the covers with Nacho curled on his feet. I slid into the bed on my side and turned out the last remaining light.

Suddenly, things felt awkward.

I lay there on my back and looked up at the ceiling which was only vaguely visible in the dim light from the tiny nightlight in the hallway by the bathroom.

After a minute, Nine’s pinky finger wrapped around mine and squeezed. “Are we okay?” His voice was soft in the darkness. “Cooper?”

I turned toward him and shot forward until I was pressed up against him in my usual spot. “Yes. Of course.”

After laying my head on his chest and feeling his arm come around my shoulders, I let out a deep breath. “Sorry. I think…” I swallowed. Part of me wanted to tell him that was the closest I’d ever felt to anyone during sex, and I was worried admitting that would make me look stupid or needy. While I didn’t want Isaac to second-guess what we’d done, I also wasn’t one for trusting other people with my feelings, and I sure as hell never wanted anyone to think I needed anything. I didn’t. I was fine. “That was really good.”