Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Penny
C ooper lets go of my legs slowly. I’m grateful for the wall at my back, however gross it probably is, because my body feels like jelly. He pulled out a moment ago, but the sensation is lingering. If he could get it up again right now, I’d beg him to make me ache so much I could hardly walk out of here.
Instead, I press my forehead to his. “Even better than Charleston?”
In Charleston, Cooper let me flirt with someone, only to act like a jealous boyfriend when he caught us together. He spanked me red with his belt and fucked my mouth after, and giving up that control felt so fucking good, I came untouched. Just like now. Playing games with him gets me hotter than anything, something we’ve realized since we left on this road trip at the end of the semester. Playing the sultry stranger at the bar just now took me out of my comfort zone, but hearing the possessiveness in his voice and feeling him so deep made every moment worth it.
After this, we’ll be in Arizona, and the mood will shift. Even if I don’t mean for it to happen, it will, and we’re both aware of it.
One last night, then, in Dallas.
As if he can tell what I’m thinking, he slips to his knees, his hands curling over my thighs. My breath hitches. I was expecting him to want to lick me after feeling how wet I got, but still, Coo per Callahan on his knees is a masterpiece. And I’m luckier than anyone, because I’m the only one who gets to see him like this.
My dress is still bunched around my hips, so it’s nothing for him to nudge my legs apart and bury his head between them. His grip on my thighs tightens as he breathes against my core. My hands fall to his hair. It’s a touch longer now, soft and thick, and he shivers as I scrape my nails over his scalp. It makes me think of all the nights I’ve spent at his house. Waking up tangled together with him—and Tangerine—is like falling into a daydream from the moment my eyes open.
He flicks his tongue out, teasing my clit.
I gasp softly. He smiles against my folds. He takes his time, teasing me, tracing nonsense patterns into my skin with the tip of his tongue. His hands massage my thighs, adding to the sensations running through me. Even though I’m still sensitive, my lower belly swoops. It won’t take long, like this, to make me come again, and he knows it; he laughs as he presses kisses to my inner thighs.
“Fucking adore you.”
“You feel so good.”
“Keep those legs spread for me, baby girl.” He licks a long stripe from my hole up to my clit. I tug on his hair sharply, my head falling against the wall as I moan. It’s like the noise unlocks something for him; he licks and sucks everywhere he can reach. Keeping his attention on my entrance, still soaked, he pinches my clit with his finger, and the warring sensations make my toes curl in my boots.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way the attention feels. He nips my inner thigh, making me yelp, his laughter rumbling through me. He licks my clit, then sucks on it, firm and insistent despite my sensitivity. I bite my lip to stifle my loud cries as I come again, but the music is echoing in the bathroom, so I doubt anyone could hear us even if they wanted.
He rises slowly, tugging his pants back into place and then doing the same for my dress. I probably look like a mess, but we’ll slip out the back. He laughs as he smooths down my hair.
“You make a good cowboy, you know,” I say.
He kisses my head as he loops his arm around my waist. “Only if you’ll be my cowgirl.”