Thrown to the Wolves (Big Bad Wolf) Page 10

  Cooper groaned. “Is your family going to notice, do you think?”

  Park’s face became troubled. “Yeah. They won’t be happy. Helena will never believe you’re not a spy for the BSI now. Not on top of everything else. In fact, we might need to talk about leaving tonight, before things get out of hand.”

  Cooper’s stomach dropped and he stood up, too anxious to sit still. He started pacing in front of the couch where Park sat, watching. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, mortified. “You can’t miss the ceremony. I’ll go. I’ll rent a car. Maybe not from that Michael guy. Or I’ll tell them I didn’t see anything. I didn’t. Just some papers. I didn’t even read anything.”

  Park’s serious expression broke. He laughed and caught Cooper by the hips, pulling him to stand still in front of him. “Relax. You’re being so sweet that you’re making me feel guilty. I was kidding. You think they’d really keep anything truly secret out here in an unlocked barn, stuffed in a dresser drawer for anyone to wander across?”

  Cooper felt his face flush and he shoved Park lightly, who swayed back, bringing Cooper’s hips with him in a thrusting motion. Cooper licked his lips, suddenly hyperaware of their positions, him standing before a seated Park. The low hum of arousal that had started when Park had been stroking his thighs but took a back seat while they were talking poked its head back up.

  “Well, I don’t know. It’s not that ridiculous. We’re not exactly on a busy street where any snooper can wander in. And it looked like pretty secret shit to me.”

  Park raised both eyebrows, looking up at Cooper, thumbs massaging the grooves between his hips. “And yet here you are, a snooper caught snooping.”

  Sitting as he was, his face was even with Cooper’s belly, and he placed a soft, lingering kiss to the largest scar there, knowing instinctively where it was even through the shirt. Cooper’s breath picked up and his dick twitched in awareness.

  “You haven’t caught me yet,” he said. He winked at Park, reluctantly pulling out of his hold, then moved quickly away from the couch, hoping to make it across the barn before—

  Park’s hand closed around his wrist and spun him efficiently so that he was facing the table with Park behind him. He’d barely made it three feet and hadn’t even seen Park get up from the couch.

  Park released his wrist before his arm started to complain at the twist and pressed slightly against his body instead, pinning him against the heavy wood.

  “Caught you,” Park whispered in his ear, then rubbed his nose against the side of Cooper’s head. A droplet of melted snow from Park’s hair fell onto the back of Cooper’s neck and slipped beneath his collar, making him shiver.

  “Now what do I do with you?” Park said lightly, and Cooper heard the real question he was asking. What do you want? What’s the game?

  “What do you usually do with trespassers sneaking into your top secret room, up to no good?”

  Park turned them around and hopped up so he was sitting on the table now and Cooper was standing between his legs, facing him, with Park’s feet hooked around his calves. He leaned back on his hands and his T-shirt rode up to reveal a soft sliver of skin. Body stretched out like this, crotch prominently displayed, he looked like an oil painting of decadence, lust and sin.

  “Are you up to no good, then?” Park said, biting his lip thoughtfully.

  Cooper stared, captivated by the way his slightly too-sharp tooth caught and tugged on the plump flesh. “Yes,” he said, voice low and gravelly with arousal. “No good at all. You should definitely teach me a lesson about going through what isn’t mine.”

  Park pushed off the table to standing, forcing Cooper to take a step back. “I’d have to stop you from running off, of course. At least until I found out how much you know.”

  “Of course,” Cooper breathed, his eyes flickering to the stalls behind him. Park tracked the movement, and he took another step forward. He was barely a couple inches taller than Cooper, but he was broader and knew how to use his body to his advantage—this close he seemed to loom over him.

  “You picked the wrong place to go poking around.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t see anything. I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Which is it? Either you didn’t see anything or you won’t tell.” He crowded Cooper backward until Cooper’s heel hit the wall between two of the stalls. They stopped.

  “Please just let me go,” Cooper said, smiling.

  “I will. But you could have stolen something. I’ll have to search you first.” He trailed his hand down Cooper’s chest, then nodded at the open stall. “You might want some privacy in case someone comes in.”

  Cooper swallowed dryly. There was not a single part of him that worried Park would actually hurt him, lock him up against his will or compel him into doing anything he didn’t fully want to do. Even now Park kept his arms to his sides and backed up a bit, giving Cooper a choice. He could slide to the left and walk around Park, returning to the open space of the barn...or he could slide to the right, directly into one of the stalls.

  He chose right.

  Cooper backed into the stall until he was standing at the far end. Park disappeared, and in the barn he heard him rummaging through one of the drawers.

  “You’re not going to plant anything on me, are you?” Cooper called. He ran his hand up and down his own body, casually tracing the path Park’s hand had taken a second ago, from throat to belly button. Up again, then lower, until he was just barely teasing himself toward hardness. He felt light and buzzy, almost giddy. After all the heaviness of the day it was good to be...playful. To be someone else for a while.

  Park returned, showed him an unopened bottle of lube and tucked it into his pocket. He then stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame, arms crossed, casually watching Cooper touch himself. “What are you doing?”

  “Working on an early release,” Cooper said.

  Park laughed. “Cute. But that’s not how this works.”

  “How does this work? Now that you’ve caught and caged me, are you going to frisk me?” He held his arms out to the side mockingly. “I think you’re just bluffing.”

  Park just raised an eyebrow, unmoved. “You’re very bratty for someone in your position. I think I liked it better when you were begging.”

  Cooper shivered with anticipation, but outwardly scoffed. “That was just an act to get out of here. I don’t beg.”

  Park shrugged. “We’ll see. Remember your safewords?”

  Cooper ran through them, looking Park directly in the eye, confirming they were on the same page.

  “Good.” Park scanned him up and down. “Strip.”

  Cooper briefly considered how he wanted to play this. He was tempted to put on a show, even more tempted to just rip his clothes off at the speed of light and get Park in him already, but he was curious to see what would happen if he refused.

  He crossed his arms and put on his most petulant expression. “You’re kidding.”

  “I told you I had to search you. So strip.”

  “I’d like to see you make me,” Cooper said, and the challenge sounded a lot more like the request it was. He started for the stall door as if he could barge right past Park and was lifted off the ground almost immediately. He grunted and tensed, clutching at Park’s shoulders. A fairly tall man himself, Cooper could not remember ever being picked up and moved like this in his adult life, and the sensation was unfamiliar and a little more alarming than being one foot off the ground deserved to be.

  Park carried him back in, arm around his waist, and eased him back to standing. He pushed Cooper gently but firmly against the stall wall, palm flat against his chest.

  “Let’s try this again. I’m not going to make you do anything,” he said quietly, and his thumb started to rub in small circles that brushed close to Cooper’s nipple. “I’m giving you a choice. You can undress yourself...
or I can undress you. Either way, you’re not leaving here until I see you naked.” He flicked the nipple through Cooper’s shirt lightly, then dropped his hand. “So I can make sure you’re not smuggling out any files, that is,” he added as an afterthought.

  “Fine. I’ll do it.” Cooper’s breath was heavy and he didn’t need to fake the fumbling as he took off his clothes. He handed each item to Park, who would shake it out as if searching for contraband, then toss it in the far corner of the stall. When he got down to his boxers, Cooper hesitated.

  “Keep going,” Park said. He tucked his finger under the bottom edge of the cloth. “Unless you want help.” His nail shifted into a claw and poked through the fabric. He ripped down the leg of the boxers, creating a slit, and the claw quickly shrank back to a man’s nail so quickly it was hard to imagine it otherwise.

  Cooper shivered. As rare as it was that Park let his wolfy side out, it was even rarer during sex. He could feel Park watching his reaction carefully. He wanted him to know this was fine. More than. But he couldn’t stop trembling a little as he obediently slipped the ruined boxers off. He looked at the ground demurely and tried to cover his erection.

  “Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” Park said softly, and Cooper had to tuck his chin even farther to try to hide his grin.

  “Then you’ll die happy,” he quipped.

  “Yes,” Park said simply, and the emotion in his voice was enough to make Cooper glance up, startled.

  Park backed up to the other end of the stall. “I’m going to close this now.” He gave Cooper the opportunity to protest, but when he nodded and said “Yes,” Park closed the heavy door. It was slightly darker now. A single dim bulb illuminated the stall and some ambient light from the barn cast shadows through the bars onto the floor.

  Park circled him, running a single finger over Cooper’s shoulders, down his back and across the rise of his ass. “You’re a very pretty trespasser.” Cooper’s eyes slid shut and his head fell back. “Maybe even the prettiest I’ve ever caught.”

  “Maybe?” Cooper squawked, eyes opening, and Park slipped his finger between his cheeks.

  “I’m not hiding anything in there,” Cooper said, voice quavering a bit.

  “That’s for me to determine,” Park said. He prodded curiously at his hole, then circled him again. “Don’t cover up. Hands behind your back.”

  Cooper complied, exposing his achingly hard dick.

  “What’s this?” Park said, as if he was genuinely surprised. “Did stripping for me get you a little excited?” His finger trailed down Cooper’s dick and he cupped his balls gently. “Is this turning you on?”

  Cooper shook his head and then groaned when Park started to stroke his cock.

  “Liar,” Park said lightly. “I’m starting to wonder if you didn’t sneak into here hoping to get caught. Is that it? Did you want me to find you, punish you?”

  “No,” Cooper said, then cried out pathetically when Park took his hand away. “Okay, fine. I wanted to get caught,” he amended, trying to rut against Park’s hip, hands still behind his back.

  Suddenly he was spun around and pinned facing the wall. “That was silly of you,” Park murmured into Cooper’s hair. “’Cause now I might not let you go.”

  His hands explored Cooper’s body, rubbing and squeezing until all the muscles felt warm and awake and Cooper was panting with desire. He gasped, “I need you now.”

  “You said earlier you don’t beg. Is that still true?”

  Cooper hissed. An answer in itself.

  “Go ahead. Beg for what you want.”

  “Please,” Cooper said. “Please, fuck me.”

  He heard the small snick of an opening lube bottle, and then Park braced one arm against Cooper’s shoulders while his other hand massaged Cooper’s hole open.

  “Maybe I should keep you down here,” Park said thoughtfully, methodically dipping into him to stretch him. “We like to stock the barn with supplies for after a run. I wouldn’t mind an ass like yours waiting for me in here when I get back. I’d keep you naked all the time, of course. Maybe give you a toy so you’d always be ready for me.” Cooper groaned. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes,” Cooper said, flexing back onto Park’s fingers. “Keep me.”

  “Listen to me.” Park pulled his head back gently to look him in the eye. “I’ve got to make sure you take dick good before I decide if I want to keep you or not. I’m going to fuck you now and fill you up. What do you say to that?”

  They’d done full STI panels a couple months ago and had gradually ditched condoms after Cooper admitted he had a thing for messy sex, but Park still liked to check in.

  “Yes,” Cooper said, humping his hand, desperate for more. “Do it. Please. Let me show you how good I can be. I promise I can take it.”

  Park’s eyes flickered and he swallowed, throat convulsing. He kissed Cooper then. Closemouthed and sweet. “I love you,” he said softly.

  Cooper’s brow furrowed, surprised by the sudden turn in mood. “I know.”

  Park kissed him again. This time sloppier, with more heat. Still nipping at Cooper’s lips, he hastily unzipped his jeans and tugged them down just enough to free his dick and guided himself to push steadily inside. Cooper broke away from the kiss, gasping. “Oh, fuck.”

  Park held him, thick arms wrapped around his body, preventing him from wriggling away from the burn. When Cooper grunted his readiness, he slowly started to move, short, shallow pumps. A consistent, even pace that made Cooper’s skin erupt with heat and his eyes flutter as he gasped in time with Park’s thrusts. Oh, oh, oh. Like he was surprised. Like he had somehow forgotten how good it could be.

  Cooper tried to get a grip on the wood panels, but his sweaty palms kept slipping, so he crossed his arms at the elbows instead and leaned deeper into the stretch, arching his back. He imagined what he looked like pressed up against the stall wall, naked and clinging to himself while a fully dressed Park played with him and fucked him exactly the way Cooper wanted. Needed.

  “Please,” Cooper groaned, not even sure what he was asking for at this point. To come now? To never stop?

  “Anything,” Park promised. “You can have anything you want.”

  “I want to be good for you.”

  “You are,” Park said fiercely. “So good. I’m not ashamed of you. I could never be,” he added, squeezing his hip.

  Cooper’s breath caught. “What?”

  “I wasn’t trying to hide you or anything about you from anyone. I’m so proud of you, so proud I get to be with you, to be part of your life. That you chose me.”

  Cooper’s throat hurt and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He buried his face into his arms, and Park continued, “If I could tell the whole world I love you, I would.”

  Cooper felt wetness track down his cheek and hang precariously from his jawbone. Sweat or a tear? He bit down on his own arm.

  “You are too good for me,” Park said, and finally, finally, his arm came around Cooper to jerk his dick. Cooper gasped Park’s name brokenly, thrust into his hand and came brutally, vaguely aware of Park catching his release in his fist. He slumped uncontrollably, as if every muscle had come unfastened and he could no longer feel his body. All that remained was tingling nerves and heat.

  When Cooper settled back into himself, he realized Park had stopped thrusting and was holding him gently, reverently, supporting his body weight while waiting for his orgasm to pass. Park was breathing heavily against Cooper’s neck. He could feel the quivering tension against his back as Park restrained himself from pounding into him.

  Cooper found his balance and called on his last remaining strength to stay upright. Well, the wall helped. He adjusted his hips a bit, encouraging Park to continue. “C’mon,” he slurred. “Finish in me. Use me.”

  Park started thrusting slowly into him, trying
to avoid directly hitting his oversensitive prostate. “So sweet.”

  Park’s knuckles stroked his belly gently, tracing the scars there, and Cooper trembled. His hand, still messy with Cooper’s come, continued up, past the scars, where he smeared it, blood-hot and sticky, over Cooper’s collarbone, rubbing it into his skin. Cooper groaned, the smell of his own release overwhelming, and then more so when Park’s hand continued up his throat and hovered a few inches away from his mouth.

  “Clean me?” Park asked, and Cooper greedily lapped at his fingers. Park’s thrusts quickened and Cooper allowed himself a small moan.

  Park’s lips moved against the back of his neck. “If it was up to me, I’d keep you marked up and full of my come all the time so everyone knows you’re mine. Can I do that?” He grazed his teeth against Cooper’s skin.

  “Yes, do it. Anything. Mark me. Give it to me. Fill me up so everyone knows who I belong to.”

  Cooper gasped, then jerked when he felt Park suck a bruise into the thick muscle connecting his neck to his shoulder. He hammered into him hard and fast now, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the small space. Maybe it was being closed off in the stall and the smell of sex, or maybe it was Cooper’s exhausted brain, but there was something very base about the whole thing, like he was barely more than a rutting animal being mounted and bred. It was not an unappealing thought, and he clenched down involuntarily on Park’s cock.

  “Cooper,” Park groaned, and his fingers traced Cooper’s lips. “Suck me.”

  Cooper pulled them into his mouth hard, dizzy at the thought of Park stuffing him at both ends, and felt Park jerk and grunt as he came and emptied himself into Cooper’s body again and again.

  For a long time they just stayed there, breathing heavily. Eventually Park pulled gently out of him and helped lower them both to the floor until he was partially reclining against the wall and Cooper was splayed across his chest. He didn’t hold him down or touch him more than he needed to cushion him from the ground, for which Cooper was grateful. He still wasn’t much of a snuggler, and times like this felt too emotionally raw to be held or occasionally even talked to. But Park didn’t like leaving Cooper entirely alone after rough or intense play, so they’d worked out a sort of compromise where he could stay as long as he engaged as little as possible.