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Aaron
Shopping is a hell of a lot more fun when you have a fat bank roll to spend. It’s nice when you don’t need to keep track of the prices in order to make sure you don’t do the shameful act of putting items back. Plus, all the store clerks kiss your ass.
Cooper and I shop for a suit, tie, and new shoes for me. Most suits at these prices are custom-made to fit, but after Cooper made a phone call, they had a suit ready in my size. I guess I’m lucky to be a standard men’s size large. The suit fits with only needing a few minor hems and tucks. Cooper informs the tailor he’s willing to pay extra to have it done today and instructs for the suit to be delivered to the condo.
The rest of the day is full of shopping and lunch. By eight o’clock, we are both dressed and sitting in the back of a town car, being whisked away deeper into the city.
“What restaurant is this dinner at?” I ask, taking in the view of the city lights from the window next to me. We are heading into a part of downtown I’ve never been to before. This isn’t the side of the city I get a chance to get to, ever.
“It’s at the Washington Museum. The charity ball is to raise money for a few of the local children’s hospitals. They have an impressive guest list, needing to host in the largest ballroom they can find. Have you gotten the chance to visit the museum before?” Cooper asks as the car comes to a stop in front of a wide set of stairs.
A red carpet has been rolled out, laying a path for all the guests who are here to, no doubt, drop thousands of dollars. “No. We don’t make it to this side of the city, and if we did, it costs money to get into museums,” I reply without taking my eyes off the building in front of us.
I follow Cooper into a massive room with fifty decorated tables scattered around.
A host walks us through the grand ballroom and over to a table near the stage. The tables are styled with fine dishware, sparkling silverware, and breathtaking centerpieces. Two white place cards sit in front of a pair of chairs with Cooper’s name written in gold letters.
Our table quickly fills with men and women dressed in their finest. Cooper seems to know them all, as he greets them by name. He introduces me as his date, which surprises me when not one person seems to mind or gives a second glance.
Being Addison Cooper’s plus one isn’t as bad as I anticipated it would be. I’ve never been in the same room as four hundred rich and powerful people before. Being with Cooper makes it bearable. He introduces me to the others at our table and includes me in the conversations.
People shake my hand, smile at me, and make me feel like I’m welcome. At least, for the evening. The best part of the night is not one person has made me feel like I have no business being here.
All night, I answer questions about what I do for a living, what I’m studying in school, and how Cooper and I met.
As the night unfolds, dinner isn’t too bad for food that costs upward of two hundred dollars a plate. And the portions are so small there’s no way it could possibly fill up an adult. I’m not sure why elegant food has to cost so much since there’s less of it. One would think for at least two hundred a head, one would get an all you can eat dinner.
When the auction begins, I find myself being genuinely entertained. Guests bid ridiculous amounts for items and vacations they could buy cheaper elsewhere. When I say as much to Cooper, he laughs and explains the money is going to a charity. It makes the amount less of a blow knowing the money is going to good use. Plus, it’s a tax deduction.
***
BY THE TIME WE MAKE it back to his condo, it’s after midnight. “I’ll admit I had a good time tonight,” I say, following Cooper out of the elevator and over to the front door. Cooper was great tonight. Never once did he treat me like I didn’t belong beside him. I appreciate that the most.
“Hell, I’ll go as far to say I actually had fun tonight. I think the people at our table made it more bearable. They were all nice and not as stuck up as I thought rich people would be. Well, they’re rich, but not stuck up,” I say with a laugh. I follow him into the condo, watching as he tosses his keys and wallet onto the side table. I take a minute and allow myself a moment to let my gaze travel over his body. I have to admit, Addison Cooper is damn hot in his tux.
“Most of them are from my company, and they’re good people. I’m glad you enjoyed your evening,” Cooper says, walking over to the bar to pour himself two fingers of whiskey.
“Yeah, it was fun. I had to pick my jaw up off the table a few times at the amounts of money people dropped at the auction. I couldn’t believe the amounts some of those items sold for. More than I pay in rent for a year.”
Cooper chuckles and downs his whiskey. “It’s all a bunch of overpriced junk. I do my donating by buying our dinners. I leave the rest of the donating to those who need to flash their money around. I think a thousand is generous enough for one person.”
My gaze snaps to his. “You paid a thousand dollars for us to eat dinner?”
Cooper’s mouth curls at the corners. “No, I paid two thousand for us to eat. It was one thousand each.”
My jaw drops again. “That’s crazy. For those prices, I’m glad the money is going to children’s hospitals at least.”
Cooper swallows the last of his whiskey and sets the glass back down. “I found out tonight a few of my meetings are getting extended another week. My stay in the city is extended until the end of next week. I would like you to spend the whole week here with me.”
My gaze finds his and I watch him slide out of his jacket and sling it over the back of a nearby chair.
“A week? Are you serious?”
He nods. “I am. Of course, I’ll pay you extra for the time if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
I’m stunned, speechless, for a moment until another thought pops into my mind. “I can’t. I have two little sisters who are waiting on me to come home tomorrow night.”
“Can’t they stay with whomever they’re with for a few more days?”
I shake my head. “No, they can’t. Tomorrow, Jonah is leaving for a family vacation, and I can’t take them back to my mother’s. Not without me being there. I’m sorry, but I can’t leave them alone.” I pause for a minute, thinking of how to ease the blow. “You’re a rich and handsome man. I’m sure you have no problems finding another guy to keep you company through next week.”
He looks disappointed, and for some reason, his disappointment stings. “I don’t want the hassle of finding a new person. I would prefer you to stay.”
With the possibility of making more money, I wouldn’t mind staying, but I can’t. “My sisters need to be picked up tomorrow night.”
“If it wasn’t for that, would you stay with me another week?”
His question takes me by surprise. Would I? Why am I thinking about it when I know it can’t happen? “I mean, more money is always nice. I could use all I can get.”
Cooper is silent for a minute as if he’s thinking of solutions to the dilemma.
“How about you bring them here?” Cooper says, undoing the top button of his shirt, revealing his strong, corded muscles along his neck.
“No way. No way in hell.” I shake my head.
“Why? Do you think they’ll be in danger here with me?” he asks, unapologetically.
“No, of course, I don’t think that.” It’s the truth. I don’t fear for the girls’ safety being here with me. Not that I know Cooper well enough to leave the girls alone with him. He doesn’t seem like the type who would hurt them. Regardless, I would never leave them alone with a stranger they don’t know, anyway. It’s more of how I would explain who he is, this apartment, the money, or this whole fucked-up situation to the girls.
Kenzie is too young to understand much, but Shelby is fifteen, and she’s lived a hard life with our mother. There isn’t much I could get past her. I don’t know how I would explain sleeping with a man for money. The embarrassment of having my sisters know what I did would kill me.
I shake my head as I think of all the reasons why it wouldn’t work. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“How about double the money?”
My jaw falls open, and it takes me a full minute to realize how much money that is. Thoughts about what that amount of money could do for the girls and I start to form in my mind. “You can’t be serious?”
His gaze locks on mine. “Try me.”
“You’re willing to bring my sisters here and pay me more money so I’ll stay the week with you? You’re crazy.”
Cooper’s mouth curls up at the corners. “I like having you here with me. Besides, there are a few more functions I would like you to attend with me. I don’t want to mess with someone who will want romance. You’re here, available, and you already know my three ground rules. It makes sense.”
I smile. “How can I forget rule number three? Seriously, this is crazy that I’m even considering it,” I say, turning away from him.
He chuckles as he moves closer to me. “How about you don’t think about it at this moment? Give me your answer in the morning. I’m going to head into my room and get out of this suit. Care to join me for a shower?” He leans close enough to run his nose along the tender side of my neck behind my ear.
I don’t think before I’m nodding and following him into the master bedroom. His room is decorated a lot like the room that was given to me. The blue color of the curtains and bedding are different, but the layout and furniture are the same.
I follow him into the on-suite bath and begin stripping out of my tux. Heat rises to stain the top of my cheeks from undressing in front of him. I don’t raise my eyes to see if he’s doing the same; I can feel him next to me mimicking movements until we are both naked.
Opening the glass door, Cooper turns the water on. He lets it warm for a moment before he steps inside, leaving the door open for me to follow on my own. It’s his way of telling me all these decisions are mine alone to make. He told me the money in the contract is mine, no matter the turnout of the weekend. I still feel I need to hold up my end of the bargain. Knowing what is expected of me, I take the step forward to follow him into the shower and close us both inside.
The shower heads are hammering hot waters, soothing away my tight muscles. I love the double shower heads. It makes sharing the shower much more convenient. When I get a house of my own, one I plan to buy for the girls and I, I’m going to drop the money for this upgrade. If I take Cooper up on his offer to stay a week, I’ll make enough money to put a down payment on a house.
“What has that mind of yours spinning? I can practically see smoke coming out of your head from thinking so hard,” Cooper asks, running a soapy loofah up and down his rock-hard, wet abs.
I watch him, unable to look away. I follow his movements as water drips and runs lower to the mass of perfectly trimmed hair between his legs.
“I’m, uh, thinking about the shower heads. I think I’ll have to buy one of these for the house I’m going to buy.”
“I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not. Here we are naked together in the shower and you’re thinking of bathroom fixtures.” He grins, and I know he’s teasing. “Is there a house in mind?” Cooper turns to face the water and rinse the soap off the front of his body.
“No. But I’m thinking if I do stay the week, I would have enough to put a down payment on one for my sisters and me. A place of our own. I would love a home for the girls. We’ve never had that before.”
“A place of your own or a home?”
“Neither. Our mom would get dumpy rentals on the south side of town for cheap rent. She would keep up on the rent for a month or two before finding the next best thing, which normally meant using our bill money on her next fix or her newest boyfriend at the time. My sisters never had their own bedrooms or a home with a yard. A place they could walk to and from school. A path without worrying they might encounter gang-bangers or drug addicts.”
“Have you ever had that?” His hand is moving to the soft curve of my hip, urging me to turn around and give him my back. Stepping up behind me, he reapplies fresh soap to the loofah before gliding it over the firm muscles on my back.
“Had what?” My words feel lost amongst the gentle slide of the soap-covered sponge. I’ve never had someone wash my back before. Not even when I was little and took baths. I don’t remember any supervision in the bathroom, let alone have someone tend to my bathing needs. I’ve never been with someone who wants to please me.
“A room of your own or a house?” Cooper answers. I’ve almost forgotten the question while enjoying the feel of him at my back.
I tense as he moves his bare hands over the wet, soapy skin of my back, trailing the soap bubbles down over my hips. My brain can’t keep up with the conversation I hear before I feel the groan leave my throat.
“What?” I forgot the question as I try to push the wonderful feeling of his hands on me out of my mind. I reach behind me and grab the loofah from his hands and begin washing my chest.
Cooper chuckles and places soft kisses along the tops of my shoulders. “I asked if you ever had a room or home of your own. You said your sisters never have. I was wondering if you had.”
“When I was younger and my dad was still in the picture and my mom was sober, we had a house and money. Not a lot, but we had enough to be comfortable. After Shelby came along, my dad took off. Mom will never admit it to me, but I know Shelby isn’t his. Mom started drinking shortly after and brought home Kenzie’s dad. Things got worse after that.”
“So once upon a time you did?” Cooper asked. His warm, wet chest pressed against my back. He reached around my front for the soapy sponge between my fingers.
I peer over my shoulder at him as he lowers his head to brush his lips behind my ear.
Chills of excitement spread over me and my stomach clinches with nerves. I’m not supposed to like this. I’m not supposed to feel anything standing naked with another man in a shower, and yet my cock is stirring to life.
Cooper’s strong fingers move up the side of my arm, pressing my body farther into his. His wet palm glides over my cheek, turning my head, allowing me to look at him from over my shoulder. Before I can stop it, his lips lower to cover mine, claiming me. His soft, warm mouth doesn’t land on me forcefully; it is only soft and inviting.
My cock seems to be into him since the damn thing is now standing at full mast, begging for attention. I feel his warm tongue slip between my lips, brushing along the tight seam I hold closed. After a few coaxing strokes, I open to invite him in.
He is slow at first; he moves his tongue inside to begin exploring.
I quickly join in his hunger as we both grow desperate and fierce. I feel like a starving man who has never known the delicious taste of food before. A growl rips out of me and I turn in his arms, pressing my chest into the hard muscles of his pecs. The need to get closer to him is consuming my thoughts. The desire to feel this man all over me is my driving force.
I’ve been turned on and horny before. Hell, I’ve fucked enough women and know how to be satisfied afterward, but this is a new feeling altogether. My groin is burning with an ache I’ve never felt before. Desire is licking my insides, trying to find a way out.
“Hmm, feels like someone’s liking this,” Cooper says, smiling, as he pulls his mouth away.
“I don’t know what the hell is coming over me. I’ve never—”
“Shh.” Cooper stops me by kissing my lips again. “I know this is all new to you, but you’re not letting the word no control you. From the moment I saw you in that restaurant, I knew you were a virgin when it comes to being with a man. This sweet body, this perfect round ass, hmm, I knew I had to have it.”
Cooper slides a hand into the hair at the back of my neck, keeping my face anchored down for his needs. He moves his other hand between our bodies to wrap around my pulsing cock.
Fuck!
His fingers are rough enough to make the slide of his hand along my heated skin cause me to lose my mind. The slip of the soap and warm water making the perfect lube. His skilled fingers know the perfect amount of pressure to use. Not gentle, not too hard.
“Fuck. You know your way around a cock,” I say, letting my head fall back as Cooper pulls rings of lust out of me.
“I should hope so. Now, shut up and let me satisfy you,” Cooper says, licking his way up the side of my exposed neck and over to the corner of my mouth. Flicking and teasing the corner until I part my lips and welcome him in. His kiss is hungry and deep. Taking more than he’s giving, but I don’t care.
My mind is focused on his hand pulling and squeezing me. My hips buck against his hip, and I can’t stop from needing the friction. I need to pump my cock and empty it.
“Come for me, my sweet little fuck toy.” Cooper whispers the words before I empty my cock between us. My eyes drift open, and I watch in stunned awe as Cooper raises his hand covered in cum to his lips. Sucking the coated finger between his lips.
“Hmm, yum.” He gently slides another tip over my parted gasping lips, leaving a trail of my own wetness behind.
“Lick them,” Cooper demands with his soft voice.
I do as I’m told and somehow don’t get sick at the thought of tasting my own release. I’ve kissed plenty of girls after they gave me head and I’ve tasted myself on them. It’s never been straight from the source before. My dick twitches at the dirty thought.
“Hmm, that was beautiful. Let’s finish up in here and find something to watch.”
I’m in a daze as Cooper steps away to grab the shampoo and starts washing his hair. My eyes lower to the painful purple head of his cock and wonder why the hell he doesn’t tell me to return the favor.
Ten minutes later, we’re both dressed in sweatpants and T-shirts as we head to the living room.
Cooper is sporting his pair of black-framed glasses and his salty hair is brushed away from his forehead.
“I’m starting to think watching TV is a turn on for you.”
“Why is that?” he asks, handing me a glass of red wine before joining me on the sofa.
“I remember last night playing out much like this.”
Cooper turns to look at me with a flirty smile on his lips. “You got off fifteen minutes ago in the shower, are you ready for me again?”
My face heats up. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
He laughs. “Relax. I’m messing with you.” Cooper chuckles before taking a sip of his wine. He leans into the back of the sofa and starts flipping through the on-screen menu of shows.
I can’t take my eyes off him. I’ve come to the knowledge that Addison Cooper is a damn fine-looking man, no matter how strange it is to say. Now that I’m here looking at him, I take in the sight of the glasses and the salt and pepper hair. The strong jawline and muscular cords along his neck and the way his pink soft lips part silently to take in the wine.
My cock stirs and I shift my body to hide it.
“Why have you not asked me for sex?” The question blurts out of nowhere and I pinch my mouth shut.
Cooper turns toward me and raises a surprised eyebrow in question. “Are you ready for that?”
“No.”
He tilts his head and returns his gaze to the TV. “There you go.”
“Yes, but why haven’t you? You’re paying me an obscene amount of money to be here. Other than pleasuring me, you haven’t done anything with me.”
“That’s not true. We went to dinner together. We showered together, and now we’re watching TV. Those are all things. I told you from the beginning. I pay for your time.”
“But why? You are a handsome, successful man who can get anyone to take my place for free. A man like you have no short supply of arm candy.”
Cooper’s head falls back as he lets out a laugh. “You’re arm candy now, huh? Am I wrong to believe that you want to return the favor?”
I shake my head. I knew this was a bad idea. “No, I-I was wondering why...”
He turns his body to face me and slides in closer. “Do you want to return the favor, Aaron?” he whispers, taking hold of my wrist and directing my hand to the front of his pants. “Are you dying to give me a hand job?”
I watch, speechlessly, as he raises my hand to his mouth. “Or maybe you’re wondering what it will feel like to swallow the head of my cock down your throat?” He licks the inside of my palm, and my balls clinch at the feel of his warm wet tongue against my skin.
I swallow, hard. Dear God, why am I so fucking hard? Do I want to do those things? Would I be able to?
“Why don’t we start slow? If you need to stop, you say the word, okay. I’m not into forcing anyone. I might have a fucked-up kink, but that isn’t it.”
I nod as I let him guide my hand past the waistband around his hips and under his sweats. I’ve never felt another man’s cock before. The skin feels like mine, except he’s longer and thicker.
As soon as my fingers wrap around the girth, Cooper removes his hand from my wrist, letting me explore as I’d like.
I choose to continue. My curiosity is taking over. I slide my palm down and up round the head between my fingers before sliding back to the base. I use the same technique I know I like used on me. Using what I like is the only knowledge of this I have. Cooper must be okay with my lack of technique, judging by the deep groaning as his head rolls to the back of the couch.
“Fuck, Aaron. You’re really fucking good at this. Jerk off much?” Cooper’s words are breathy.
“Had to instruct a few girls how to do it right. But to properly give a hand job, I think we need to lose the pants.”
Cooper’s gaze finds mine and he smiles. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He pushes the sweatpants from his hips, lifting his ass to slide the material down his thighs. The sight of his cock wrapped in my fingers struck a nerve in me. My stomach tingles and tightens. I stare as I stoke him again and again, using the pearl size drops of pre-cum as lube to help glide over his tight hot skin.
“Fuck! Keep that up and you’re going to see what it’s like to have a man’s cum in your hand, fuck toy.”
At that moment, my brain aligned with my body in the tug-of-war of my conflicted thoughts. I suddenly have never wanted anything more. “Show me.”
His gaze jerks to mine, holding me under his hot stare.
I pump him faster and harder, sending him over the blissful edge with a groan. I have to admit, holding this much control over a man like Cooper is exciting. I watch in amazement as thick ropes of cum jet out, landing on his stomach and wetting his T-shirt. My slowing hand helps to ride out the last of the waves with him until his body melts back into the sofa.
“Hmm, that was amazing. I think it’s my new favorite thing about you. You give one hell of a hand job.”
My cheeks heat again. “Thanks.”
Cooper stands from the couch and heads to the hallway leading to the rooms.
I head into the kitchen to wash my hands and rinse the wine glasses. Should I be freaking out about this? I gave a hand job to another man.
Not any hand job. A great fucking hand job. Chuckling at myself, I return to the living room as Cooper is leaving his room joining me on the sofa. “So tomorrow we go get your sisters?”
“I thought I had until the morning to decide?”
“You do. I’m checking in to see if you have an answer yet.”
“Cooper, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Kenzie would be fine, she’s the younger one, and she wouldn’t know what is going on, but Shelby is...”
“Are you embarrassed to be here, Aaron?”
“It’s not that. Shelby is fifteen. She’ll know what you and I are doing behind closed doors. She’s never seen me like this.”
“Like what?”
“My sisters are no strangers to people bailing on them. Shelby is closed up tight, but Kenzie wears her heart on her sleeve. She gets attached too quickly. I’m afraid they won’t understand this is a temporary arrangement. How do I even introduce you to them?”
“Why don’t we try this, you tell them that the three of you are staying here for the week and that I am a friend from school. Tell them I’m one of your professors,” he says, chuckling.
I snort. “Right. Because professors at my school are this hot.” Fuck. What did I just say?
My mouth drops open and I try to backpedal. “I mean, not that I think you are...it’s just...”
Cooper laughs. “It’s okay, I know I’m hot. I’m relieved to hear you admit it, too.”
“You are so full of yourself. Is that how you get people to break that third rule of yours?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, are you planning on breaking it?”
The question takes me by surprise. “No.”
“Good. Don’t. I like you, Aaron. I would hate to see you go through that.”
“You do think that much of yourself, don’t you?”
His cheesy grin is all the answer I need.
