Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 7

Cooper’s wide-eyed expression lingered for a moment too long, making my heart drop into my stomach. I froze, completely at a loss for what to do or say, my fingers still tingling with the memory of what I’d just done. But then, as if nothing had happened, Cooper blinked, cleared his throat, and shifted his attention back to the TV.

I sat there, my chest tight, my face burning. Did he see? He had to have seen. But he wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even glancing in my direction. Maybe he hadn’t seen? Or maybe… maybe he was trying to process what he saw? Either way, I didn’t dare look his way again, pretending to watch the movie while my mind raced.

When Bennett came back from the bathroom, smirking like nothing was amiss, I barely heard his casual comment about the movie. All I could think about was Cooper. Had he noticed anything different? Was he waiting to say something later? I couldn’t tell.

By the time the movie ended and everyone started retreating to their rooms, I could barely function. My mind was a jumbled mess of nerves, embarrassment, and dread. Cooper had been normal—too normal. Not a word about what had happened, but the way he had casually avoided eye contact with me spoke volumes. Or maybe I was imagining it.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing as I replayed every moment in agonizing detail. Cooper couldn’t find out. He just couldn’t. Bennett would insist on keeping this buried, and if Cooper pieced it together… would that be the end of everything? Would Bennett decide it was too dangerous and pull the plug on our arrangement? The thought made my stomach twist. Just as I began to drift toward sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it, squinting at the glowing screen.

Cooper: I would get my ass in my room ASAP, or I will tell everyone.

My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the words, rereading them over and over, hoping I was imagining things. But the text was real. My hands shook as I threw on a hoodie and crept out of my room, the apartment eerily quiet. I reached Cooper’s door, hesitating for a moment before pushing it open.

He was sitting on his bed, his face unreadable in the dim light of his desk lamp. “Close the door,” he said, his tone low and firm. I obeyed, swallowing hard, my pulse racing.

“You’re going to jerk me off,” he said bluntly, his eyes locking on mine. “Or I tell everyone what I saw.”

My mouth went dry, and I stumbled over my words. “Cooper, please, don’t—”

“You want to protect Bennett’s little secret, right? Then do it,” he said, leaning back with a smirk. “It’s not like you haven’t done worse.”

For Bennett’s sake. That was the thought that anchored me, kept me moving forward as I approached him. I told myself it didn’t matter, that it was just another favor, another way to keep things from falling apart.

My hands were shaking as I reached for him, his cock already hard as I wrapped my fingers around him. He let out a low groan, making me flinch, but I kept going, stroking him, trying to block out the reality of what I was doing.

“Good,” he said, his voice low and taunting as he stood, towering over me. “But I want more. Suck it.”

I froze, my mind screaming in protest, but the look in his eyes—the smug confidence, the unspoken threat—left me with no choice. Slowly, hesitantly, I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands trembling as I reached for his cock. It pulsed in my hand, warm and slick from earlier, and as I leaned in, the powerful scent of him hit me full force.

I opened my mouth, letting the head slip past my lips, the salty tang of pre-cum coating my tongue. He groaned above me, low and guttural, his hips twitching forward as I took more of him in. “Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good little bitch. Come on, take it. Gag on that thing.”

His hands gripped the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he began to move, thrusting deeper into my mouth. I tried to keep up, to control the pace, but he wasn’t having it. His grip tightened, and suddenly he was fucking my throat, his cock sliding in and out relentlessly, turning me into a slobbering, gasping mess.

Tears welled down from my eyes as my gag reflex kicked in, spit dripping down my chin and onto my chest. “That’s it,” he panted, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. “Take it like the little sissy you are. Just like you do for Bennett. You’re our free-to-use bitch.”

His words stung, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit, but the raw intensity of the moment kept me locked in place. His hips snapped forward again, and I felt the coarse scratch of his pubes against my lips as he buried himself fully, his musk filling my nostrils. He cried out, his body jerking as he came, spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed instinctively, the salty bitterness coating my tongue as I tried to keep up with the relentless onslaught of his cum coating my entire throat.

Finally, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips as I gasped for air, my chest heaving. I felt the rush of shame wash over me, mingling with the faint thrill of submission that I hated to admit. I wiped the spit and tears from my face, avoiding his gaze.

Cooper smirked down at me, adjusting himself casually like nothing had happened. “Good boy,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “Now get out.”

Beep, beep, beep! I jolted awake, my heart racing, my body slick with sweat. It took me a moment to realize I was in my bed, the faint light of dawn creeping through the curtains. It was just a dream—another, degrading dream. I turned off the alarm as I groaned, pressing my hands to my face as the remnants of it lingered in my mind.

“Why am I having these crazy dreams?” I muttered, glancing down to see the telltale tent of my morning wood pressing against the blankets. Despite everything, my body betrayed me. I groaned again, grabbing a pillow to cover my face, trying to push the dream—and the feelings it stirred—out of my head.