I'm not really sure where this story is headed, or if it will continue at all. Your feedback, as always, is much appreciated and encouraging in the ongoing writing of my stories.
This is a work of fiction, created by me for your enjoyment. It's about sex, and, hopefully, more.
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CHAPTER TWO
"Ben. Ben? Wake up, Ben."
I slowly returned to reality, hearing Cooper's voice from somewhere in my dreams. I'm not sure when I fell asleep. It couldn't have been that long though. As I rubbed my eyes I realized that everyone had returned to the room. Even Conrad's kids were here.
I slowly look to the right, realizing that they had all gathered for the end. And then understanding that the end had already happened—I felt Jenny's hand on my shoulder, "It was while you both slept, Ben. It was quiet and peaceful. And with you by her side."
I didn't really know what to say. And so I didn't say anything.
I got up from the chair and pulled Jenny into me, giving her a big hug for the first time since I had been in the house. Her head falling against my shoulder, "I'll be okay I whispered quietly to her." Turning to look at the rest of the family. And watched them, watching Nan.
"You never were much of a cricket player," Conrad yelled jokingly back at me as he went dashing out of the house and into the backyard. Trailing his kids and Cooper.
"It's a good thing that being a successful cricket player isn't a prerequisite for anything in life. Plus you're still jealous that I was better at football—both American and English—than you ever were," I called back at my brother as I followed him to the yard behind Nan's house.
Cooper and I had been here almost two weeks now, and for once in my travels I had no desire to rush home to New York. It felt good—being with the family, playing with the kids, driving Jenny to her office, dinner with my parents. I hadn't lived in London full time since middle school, and while I've always loved the city these couple weeks reminded me why.
I could hear Cooper singing in the shower. I smiled. He seemed to always make me smile. Even when nothing else could. I closed the door to our bedroom and followed his voice into the steam-filled bathroom, overlooking the flower-filled gardens of Nan's house.
I dropped my shorts and peeled off my t-shirt, pulling back the shower curtain and startling him slightly, seizing the quiet moment I pressed my lips against his—kissing him hard and long. I ran my hands down his back and over his ass as the water soaked us both. I kissed my way down to his neck, my hands moving towards his chest. His eyes closing as my lips passed over his right nipple. A soft, low moan escaping as I moved towards the left. Working my way down his chest. Cooper's taller than I am, just about 6'2" tall, with broad shoulders that taper down to a well-defined waist. His body isn't perfect—neither is mine—but it's amazing to me. And I love every inch of it.
I fell to my knees, and rested my head against his stomach. Feeling the rise and fall of his breath as he ran his fingers through my hair. My eyes closed. My arms around him. Feeling, in this moment of complete exposure, the safest and calmest I had felt in weeks. I could feel Cooper's cock throbbing against my neck, and I pulled away from his stomach letting it spring free and smack me gently in the face as I lean down to kiss it.
When Cooper and I first started dating I had just gotten out of a long-term relationship, and hadn't had sex with another person in years. Every time I see him naked, touch his cock, feel his breath against mine, I'm transported back to the first time we made love. And the realization I had at the time that I never wanted anyone else.
I took the head of his cock in my mouth, slowly working his long, thick shaft down my throat until he was buried inside me. My nose pressed against his pubes, his balls against my chin, and his hands on either side of my head. I held there, breathing deeply, loving this moment of connection, before pulling off his cock and starting to bob up and down. I'd pull all the way off until just the head was inside my mouth, and I could taste his precum flowing onto my tongue. I savored the taste and it fueled my passion for him.
Up and down I worked his cock, the steam creating a world of our own, the water soaking us, cleansing us as we made love. Eventually I slid back up his body and kissed him hard. Deep. My raging hard-on pressing against his.
I leaned into him, my mouth against his ear, "please fuck me."
I turned around, and felt him slide to his knees behind me. If there was one thing Cooper loved when it came to sex, it was eating ass—and he was amazingly talented at it. A let out a loud, hard moan as his tongue invaded my tight, warm, and wet hole.
We hadn't had sex since arriving back in London. There had been too much—family, emotion, grieving, everything—to even think about sex. There wasn't a night I had been able to stay up later than ten, falling asleep curled up against his arms.
Now, all I wanted was him. Inside me. I could feel his finger opening my hole. Pushing into me, and I pushed back against him. A second made me gasp slightly as he opened me. Him standing now, his chest pressed against my back. His fingers opening me. The warm water flowing over us. His lips against my year whispering, "I love you."
His fingers leaving me, the momentary feeling of emptiness as he positioned the head of his cock against my aching hole—needing and wanting what was coming. And then ecstasy. His cock filling me. Thrusting deep and hard into my ass. Opening me. Giving himself to me. Faster and harder. Pounding into me.
Coopers hands on my shoulders, holding me as he drilled. His thick, hard cock opening me and filling me. Hard. Harder. My eyes rolling back into my head, mouth hanging opening as the steam continued to swirl around us.
"Give it to me, Cooper. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Although he didn't need the direction, it inspired him to go harder, drill deeper. His arms moving, pulling me against his chest, wrapping around me. And then we flipped around. My back against the tile wall of the shower. His powerful arms lifting me up, my legs around his waist, pulling him against me, and his cock slamming back up my hole.
Our lips locked. He was close. I was close. The hard pounding had my own cock raging, I knew I'd come as soon as he did. My arms and legs wrapped around him, he fucked me against the wall. Kissing me hard. I could feel his cock start to swell inside my ass. I kissed him harder.
And, then, with one last, hard stroke he stopped, erupting inside of me. And my cock erupted in response, shooting rope after rope of thick cum all over my chest and his. His legs shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm, he gently lowered me down to a standing position. His cock falling from my hole.
TO BE CONTINUED.