Contractually Yours, page 3
“Where do I sign?” Nate said, his gaze roving over Cooper’s body. Cooper could feel the chemistry crackling between them. He hadn’t ever been this drawn to someone, and he was thrilled that the attraction was mutual.
Liz led them over to the small desk in the corner of the suite and Nate almost snatched the pen from her in his eagerness. Once he’d signed, Nate turned and handed Cooper the pen, eyes wide and lips parted. Cooper wanted nothing more than to lick into that mouth and taste his new partner.
But first things first.
He signed his name with a flourish and Liz looked between them with a knowing smile. “If you don’t need me for anything else, I’ll go and file this.” She wasted no time scooping up her copies of the paperwork and heading out of the door, then Cooper was left alone with his new boy.
He took a half-step forward so he was almost toe to toe with Nate, so close that he could see a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and smell the fresh mint of his toothpaste. He leaned in and, like he’d wanted to since Nate had walked in the door, buried his face in the crook of his throat, inhaling deeply. Nate’s breathing was fast, and Cooper could hear his heart racing, but his sensitive werewolf nose didn’t pick up any traces of fear in his scent. No, Nate smelled of nothing except anticipation and pure, unbridled lust.
Cooper could relate.
Nate let out a shaky breath. “That…should not be as hot as it is.” He half-moaned, tilting his head to one side.
“Uh-huh.” Cooper licked a stripe up Nate’s throat, lifted his head, and grinned. “Want me to stop, baby?”
“I didn’t say that.” Nate reached up and fumbled with the knot of his tie, and Cooper congratulated himself on giving instructions for Nate to wear a suit. Well-dressed young men were a personal weakness. While he’d suspected that Nate would scrub up well if given the chance, just how nicely he filled out his suit was an unexpected bonus. Of course, the downside was that now he was wearing far too many clothes for Cooper’s liking.
He placed a hand over Nate’s and helped tug the knot of his tie loose, slipping it over his head and flicking the top two buttons of his shirt open. The action released a wave of salt, sweat and heat from Nate’s body into the air. It was intoxicating. Cooper dropped the tie, then slid his hands inside Nate’s jacket and onto his hips, holding him in place as he leaned in and, reining in the wolf part of him that wanted to claim, devour, consume, placed a gentle kiss on that plush, soft mouth.
Nate froze at the first touch of Cooper’s lips, but then he wrapped his arms around Cooper and kissed him back, fierce and passionate. Nate probed at the seam of Cooper’s mouth, seeking entrance with his tongue, and rocked his hips forward, his erection obvious. He slid one hand around and clutched Cooper’s arse, sending sparks up his spine.
Huh. So much for taking it slow.
Cooper smiled at the small triumph then opened his mouth to let Nate in, their tongues sliding against each other. Nate was right—this was far hotter than it should have been. They hadn’t even made it to the bedroom, and already Cooper’s cock was throbbing and his wolf was clamouring for more, mine, now. It took every scrap of his self-control to pull back, but Cooper hadn’t made it to where he was today by being rash.
He ended the kiss and took a step backward, running a hand through his hair. He let out a long breath. “So, how far are you willing to take this today?” He hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he was, but he suspected the rasp in his voice gave him away.
Nate’s eyes were bright, and his lips were kiss-plump and swollen. He stepped back into Cooper’s space, one hand trailing down Cooper’s chest and coming to rest on his abs. “I want… God, I want anything you’ll give me.”
Relief and anticipation coursed through Cooper at the same time. “Anything?”
Nate nodded, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah.” He leaned in, and Cooper took the hint and kissed him again, nipping at Nate’s bottom lip and savouring the moan it earned him. He slid one hand into Nate’s hair to hold him in place, and he didn’t miss the way Nate’s arousal spiked when he gave a gentle tug to his curls.
Nate’s mouth was all plush heat, and his scent was a heady mix of sweat and arousal. It wasn’t long before Cooper’s wolf was whining, insisting that kissing wasn’t enough. Cooper broke the kiss. “Ready for more, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” Nate nodded, and Cooper smirked at his glazed expression—although in truth, he was sure that if he checked the mirror, he’d see the same look reflected back. Everything about Nate was addictive, and Cooper wanted more of him.
He slipped his hands under the shoulders of Nate’s jacket and guided him out of it, dropping it over the arm of a chair and running his hands up and down over Nate’s chest. The muscles jumped under his touch.
He’d wanted to take it slow, peel Nate out of his suit like a sort of sexy unboxing, but he found he didn’t possess that kind of patience. “Need you naked,” he said, his voice hoarse with want.
Nate’s breathing sped up and he reached out and tugged at Cooper’s suit jacket. “Same. I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here.”
There was a moment where they stood frozen, then there was a flurry of motion as Nate yanked Cooper’s jacket off and flung it across the room before unbuttoning his own shirt and shucking out of it.
“Oh, baby. You’re all kinds of perfect, aren’t you?” Cooper breathed, awestruck.
Nate was gorgeous. He had well-muscled pecs, and the barbell through one nipple had Cooper’s mouth watering with the need to latch onto it and tug until Nate begged—whether for more or for mercy, Cooper didn’t care.
Nate’s cheeks flushed pink. “I’m not perfect.”
“Oh, I beg to differ, gorgeous boy.” Cooper reached out and grazed a thumb over the piercing. “Got any more surprises like this for me?”
Nate shivered at his touch. “Just that one. I was going to get both done but it stung like a bitch.”
“Worth it, from where I’m standing.” Cooper gave in to the urge to give the metal bar an experimental tug.
Nate groaned. “Fuck, do that again.”
“Oh, I will. I plan to touch you all over, baby.” He could see it now—Nate naked and begging, and Cooper touching and tasting every inch of that tan skin, kissing along the ink of his tattoo. His cock hardened further at the thought.
Nate had kicked off his shoes and was fumbling with his belt, and Cooper wasted no time following his example in a race to feel Nate’s bare skin against his own. He paused, though, when Nate pushed his suit pants and underwear down and stepped out of them. His cock, long and thick, sprang up and slapped against his belly. Nate was uncut, and the sight of the tip of his cock peeking out of his foreskin, rosy and inviting, had Cooper’s breath catching.
He’d planned to spend some time getting to know Nate before coaxing him into bed in a slow, smooth seduction—but as soon as Nate had stepped into his presence, that idea had gone out of the window. There had been an immediate, tangible attraction between them, a pull that was nothing short of hypnotic.
It was almost impossible to resist, and Cooper wasn’t even going to try. He didn’t quite know what had come over him, but he did know who he wanted to come over him—namely, Nate. He dropped his shirt on the floor, then dropped to his knees right next to it. He needed that cock in his mouth, right now. “Fuck, baby. Can I taste you?”
Nate went wide-eyed, his cheeks staining pink, and his cock bobbed against his stomach. A drop of pre-cum welled up and dripped from the head, and Cooper didn’t bother waiting for a reply, instead leaning in and giving a long, slow lick. Nate tasted of clean skin, musk and salt, and Cooper gave another lick, hungry for more, before taking the head in his mouth.
Nate whimpered, his hips rocking forward, and Cooper wrapped his hands around the back of his thighs and held him in place. The coarseness of leg hair against his palms and the soft velvet of dick skin against his tongue was a heady contrast, one that had his own cock straining in his suit pants.
He fucking loved giving head.
He swallowed Nate’s cock down farther, savouring the fresh bursts of pre-cum on his tongue as he sucked and bobbed and licked. Nate let out a series of desperate noises that only spurred him on. Cooper didn’t hesitate to use every trick he knew to bring Nate closer to the edge, and it wasn’t long before Nate tangled one hand in his hair and gave a sharp tug. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”
Cooper grinned around a mouthful of cock. He pulled off with a wet pop, wrapping a hand around Nate’s shaft and working it, mesmerised by the slide of soft skin over hard flesh and the scent of desperation and pre-cum. “Gonna come on my face, baby?” he rasped out. “Paint me pretty, Nate?”
“Oh, fuck,” Nate gasped, his hips stuttering and the hand in Cooper’s hair tightening. “Fuck.” He let out a low grunt as his cock throbbed against Cooper’s palm, and Cooper closed his eyes just in time for the first streaks of cum to land on his face and across his lips, wet and warm and the best kind of filthy.
He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip to catch the flavour of his lover, and oh, he wanted more. He leaned forward, guiding Nate’s still pulsing cock into his mouth, and eased him through the last of his orgasm, groaning at the delicious richness of Nate’s release.
He could have stayed there all day, rolling in the scent and taste of his boy, but Nate let out a broken whine and tugged at his hair again, trembling.
He pulled off and pressed a soft kiss to the crease of Nate’s thigh. Nate stumbled backward and collapsed into one of the armchairs in the suite.
Cooper couldn’t suppress the curl of satisfaction in his gut when he took in Nate’s dazed, fucked-out expression. “You like that, baby?”
Nate let out a shaky laugh. “I mean, obviously. Wow.” He blinked, his gaze locking on the obvious bulge in Cooper’s trousers. He licked his lips. “Please tell me I can return the favour?”
Like Cooper was going to refuse an invitation like that.
He rose to his feet with a sinuous grace, coming to stand in the vee of Nate’s sprawled-out legs and reaching down to rub a thumb over his bottom lip. Nate gave a shy grin before he sucked Cooper’s thumb into his mouth, looking up at him through thick dark lashes. Cooper’s balls tightened just at the prospect of seeing those plump lips stretched around his dick.
“Fuck, Nate.” He pulled his hand back and unzipped his pants, shoving them halfway down his thighs, underwear and all, exposing his erection. He was so hard he ached. When Nate opened his mouth and leaned forward, his breath hot against Cooper’s skin, he had to grip the base of his cock and take a couple of deep breaths just to stop himself blowing his load there and then. When he felt like he wasn’t going to embarrass himself, he guided the tip towards Nate’s parted lips, his blood thrumming in anticipation.
He pushed into the hot, wet cavern of Nate’s mouth, and fuck, whatever Cooper had agreed to pay Nate, he was going to double it because he’d never felt anything like this. Heat raced up his spine as Nate mouthed at his length, flicking his tongue over the head and working one hand into the space between Cooper’s thighs and playing with his balls, fingertips teasing at the sensitive skin in a way that had Cooper throwing his head back and fighting the urge to drop his fangs and howl.
Instead he gripped at Nate’s bare shoulders and held on, rocking forward and fucking into his mouth in short, urgent strokes. Nate, for his part, tipped his head back just enough that Cooper could slide further down his throat. The tiny, gasping noises he made were music to Cooper’s ears.
Cooper knew it wasn’t going to take much—his nerves tingled and his balls were heavy with the need for release. He moved one hand to the back of Nate’s head, holding him in place, letting out a series of grunts in time with his thrusts, until he had to force himself to still his hips so he could pant out, “You gonna swallow for me, baby?”
Nate’s response was to take him down to the root, gazing up at him through damp eyelashes as he sucked harder, cheeks hollowing. He tugged at Cooper’s balls just right—and fuck, that was it, Cooper was done.
His spine arched and he gripped the back of Nate’s head as he shot his load, white noise filling his brain and colours bursting behind his eyelids. His cock swelled in response to the way Nate’s throat muscles convulsed around him when he swallowed. Cooper couldn’t help thrusting forward, forcing himself deeper as he pumped another burst of cum down Nate’s willing throat.
His fangs itched with the need to drop—and he let them, feeling his transformation roll over him, unwilling to hold it back. Christ. It must have been twenty years since he’d had sex so good it had made the wolf come out.
He slumped forward, relaxing his grip on Nate when his cock had spilled the last of his release. A low growl made its way out of his throat, echoing loud in the room, and Nate’s breathing hitched as he pulled off Cooper’s softening cock. He looked up at Cooper, eyes wide, and whispered, “Oh, wow. You shifted.”
Shit.
The wolf was a lot to handle, and Cooper tilted his head back and closed his eyes, inwardly cursing. Fuck. He’d shown too much of himself, too soon.
Except when he glanced down again, Nate didn’t look afraid or overwhelmed. He was grinning, more awestruck than anything. He licked his lips, catching the traces of Cooper’s cum there, and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Chapter Three
Nate stared at the man—wolf?—at Cooper, and wondered if it was weird that instead of freaking out at Cooper’s appearance, he was even more turned on by it.
Because Cooper the businessman, with his suit and his swagger and his voice like velvet and gravel? Abso-bloody-lutely magnificent. But Cooper the wolf, with glowing eyes, sharp fangs, pointed ears and a growl that could shake the earth?
He was perfection, and everything Nate had never known he’d wanted.
Of course, that could just have been his post-orgasm brain talking—which was also the reason he’d blurted out what he had.
Fuck, he hoped it wasn’t offensive to find someone’s werewolf form hot. He wasn’t fetishising Cooper, was he? But if that was the case, was Cooper fetishising Nate and his humanity?
Was it fetishising someone to find both the human and the shifter aspect of them attractive?
And why was fetishising such a weird fucking word?
Cooper was looking down at Nate and there was a glint of amusement in his eye, so Nate guessed he hadn’t crossed any lines. “So, you think my wolf is hot?” Cooper sounded more curious than anything. He extended a hand—and yes, there were claws there, dark-tipped, razor-sharp and dangerous. Nate wondered what it said about him that his heart tripped in his chest and his pulse raced at the sight.
Nate took the hand between his own, drawing a fingertip down the back of Cooper’s fingers one by one, tracing the tips of those wickedly sharp claws. “Yeah, I like the wolf. Is that a problem?”
Cooper laughed, low and deep with a hint of a growl underneath. “Trust me, it’s the opposite of a problem.” Cooper closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were back to their regular colour. His extra teeth and pointed ears disappeared, vanishing back to wherever they went when they weren’t needed. Nate was almost sad to see them go, but then Cooper smiled, his eyes lighting up and those adorable crinkles appearing at their edges, and Nate was reminded that both versions of Cooper were smoking hot.
Cooper bent and scooped up his shirt from the floor then wiped the worst of the cum off his face. He gripped Nate’s hand and helped him to his feet. “Some things are better without fangs,” he murmured, before tugging Nate in close and kissing him. It was the opposite of the needy, urgent kisses from earlier, soft and sweet, but it was still enough to take Nate’s breath away.
When he pulled back, Cooper gave a lazy smile. “That was amazing, baby.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Saying I enjoyed it is an understatement,” Nate said with a grin. “Except, it seems kind of unfair that you’re still dressed. I’d like to see the whole package, not just your, well, package.”
Cooper gave another one of his sultry smiles, one that made Nate want to swoon. “Well, you only had to ask.” He shimmied out of his suit pants and underwear before kicking them off, and Nate got to see him naked.
And wow, it was a hell of a sight.
Cooper was all compact muscle and tan flesh. He was blond all over, with a golden happy trail leading into a trimmed thatch where his cock hung low and heavy. Nate couldn’t wait to get his hands all over Cooper and explore every inch of him, even though he was still fuzzy-headed from what had to be the best blow job of his life, and not even remotely capable of getting it up any time soon.
He might have stood there staring all day, but Cooper ran a hand over his own cheek and grimaced. “I’ll be right back.” He headed into what Nate assumed was the bathroom. The sound of running water a moment later confirmed it for him. When Cooper emerged, his face had been washed and his hair was damp and slicked back. Something in Nate mourned the loss of his visible claim on Cooper—which was crazy, because he’d never been into that sort of caveman shit—but there it was. After knowing him for less than an hour, Nate wanted to mark Cooper for his own.
Fuck, that blow job had scrambled his brain.
A droplet of water slid down the side of Cooper’s throat and landed in the dip of his collarbone. Nate reached out without thinking and skimmed his thumb across the spot. Cooper’s gaze grew dark and heavy, and his voice was a low rumble. “Baby, I’d really like to take you to bed and wreck you right now.”
Nate opened his mouth to say he didn’t think he’d be up for anything for at least an hour, but instead found himself saying, “I wouldn’t mind.”
What the fuck, brain?
“You know, this isn’t what I had planned,” Cooper said, stepping closer and settling his broad hands on Nate’s hips. “My plan involved a couple of cocktails, maybe a dinner date while I tried to convince you to give me a chance, and then I’d ease you into the whole companion role, because I know you’re new to this. But that all went out of the window the minute I saw you. You’re”—his breath caught—“fucking irresistible, did you know that?”
