" There’s no hickey.” I said, looking at his throat. “You didn’t suck hard enough,” he mumbled, finishing his beer. “Are you hungry?” “I’m going to suck you until I make a hickey. I want to mark you.” Cooper laughed. “You’re so goofy drunk. It’s fucking perfect.” Straddling him, I licked his throat. “I’m going to suck on you like a crazed vacuum cleaner so prepare yourself.” Cooper was still laughing when I latched on. "