Chapter 47
Forty-Seven
S ybil
Almost as quickly as he starts the kiss, Cooper breaks away, resting his forehead against mine while catching his breath.
“About the benefits… It’s not for a lack of trying, but I haven’t exactly been with a woman since my accident.”
I pull away slightly and search his eyes. They’re shadowed in darkness, and the moonlight isn’t enough to see his expression. I understand the downcast tilt of his head, his ridged body, and the pained edge in his voice.
I trace my hands around his face first, then down his arms. The flesh prickles under my touch. “Do you want to talk about it?” I whisper, dropping a soft kiss to his warm neck. He smells so good, and I drink him in, my lips lingering. His throat bobs.
“It’s obviously about my leg,” he confesses.
Cooper is just as handsome with a prosthetic leg as he was before. I didn’t want this fate for him, but it happened. It’s a miracle he’s alive. Since that time, he’s moved forward with more strength than anyone I know.
That strength has only made him sexier.
“I don’t know how to put everything I want to say into words.” I move to his mouth, giving him gentle pecks. “But you’re not broken, Cooper. You’re perfect to me.”
He chuckles with self-deprecation.
“Let me show you how much I want you,” I beg, hoping to continue but preparing for rejection.
“You want this, or you want me ?”
The question stops me cold, nearly breaking my heart. “You don’t think I want you?”
“I don’t know what you want, Valentine. Friends with benefits is what you said, and I like friends with benefits, but does it matter to you who it’s with?”
“You’re my best friend, Cooper.” My voice catches, but I persist. “Losing you was so hard. That’s why I wasn’t sure we could add the benefits to our friendship before, but I’m sure of it now.”
He smiles ruefully. “Why now?”
“I’m dying for your benefits, Cooper. Nobody else’s.”
“You want me, Valentine?” He chuckles. “All you’ve ever had to do was ask.”
I playfully shove him in the chest, but he catches my hand, bringing my palm to his lips. “Okay,” he says. One kiss. Two. “Show me how much you want me, baby, and I’ll show you how much I want you, but under one condition.”
“What’s that?” I ask coyly, the desire in my belly spreading through every inch of my body.
He smirks. “You show me first.”
“You’re such a guy,” I deadpan, and he laughs for real this time, openly and unabashedly, but it’s so damn good to hear him laugh that I can’t help but smile.
He needs it right now. Being vulnerable is hard for both of us.
If he hasn’t been with a woman since the accident, that’s over a year. He needs this, and so do I.
I close the distance and kiss him on the mouth, the fire instantly sparking to life. It doesn’t take long before I can feel his cock hardening.
Sliding to my knees, I get to work unfastening his belt buckle. His breathing is fast and labored, and I swear I’ll do whatever it takes for him to feel good about this moment. He never should be ashamed of his leg. He’s always been desirable.
He shifts his weight, grabbing onto my shoulder. Maybe it’s harder to hold his balance, and I’m tempted to ask if he wants to lie down.
“You want this?” I peer up at him.
He nods, and I slide his pants off his body. His prosthetic leg is sleek and thin, attached below his knee. Made out of a shiny black metal, it looks high-tech and expensive. I don’t shy away from touching it. I don’t want him to think I’m judging it or turned off.
He stiffens. “You don’t have to?—”
I quickly stand and grab his hand, slipping it under the hem of my underwear. “Do you feel that?” I rasp. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made me already?”
“Fuck,” he growls, fingers sliding along my sensitive seam and into my dripping pussy. I cry out, a rush of pleasure coating his skin. I could easily ride his hand and come right now.
“Don’t think for a second your leg turns me off.” My voice is hard and demanding, but it’s exactly what Cooper needs. His mouth takes mine again as his hand does unspeakable things to me. I could let this go on, let him pleasure me to orgasm, but this isn’t about me.
He wanted to go first, and I want that, too.
Removing his hand, I quickly return to my knees, slide his underwear down until his cock springs free. I take him into my mouth, not even giving myself a moment to admire his impressive length. I take it all like the greedy bitch I am.
He arches into me, holding on to my shoulders as he hisses with pleasure. Determined to make this a memorable experience, I bob my head and swirl my tongue, simultaneously pumping one hand at the base of his shaft and using the other hand to cup his balls.
He holds onto me, one hand at my shoulder and the other fisted into my hair.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, pulling at my scalp. “Where did you learn to do that? Wait, never mind. Don’t tell me.”
I giggle and pull away with an audible pop. “If you’re thinking about your brother, don’t. Our sex life was not that exciting.”
I lick the underside of his shaft, barely registering the sand rubbing into my knees or the way my skirt rides up to my chest, completely exposing my panties. I hope he likes the view.
“I’m not going to last long,” he hisses.
That’s fine with me, but just when I think he’s about to come, he nudges me away. “As much as I love your mouth, the first time I come in you, Valentine, it’s going to be in that gorgeous pussy.”
“Is that so?”
A predatory gleam settles in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve imagined fucking you. I’m not going to pass up the opportunity now.”
He kicks away his pants and underwear, sinking onto his knees with me. I’m immensely grateful for his prosthetic, and that he can do this with me, but even if he couldn’t kneel, I’d still want him. His cock is hard and wet between us, pressing against my top.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and I’m clean,” he breathes. “I can show you the results on my phone, but I also have a condom in my wallet if you prefer.”
I kiss him hard and rip off his shirt, tossing it to the side with the rest of his clothes.
“You don’t have to show me. I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I’m clean also.
” I lean toward his ear, quickly nipping at the soft lobe.
“I’m on birth control, so no condom is needed, if that’s okay with you. ”
“Fuck,” he whispers, almost in shock. “We get to ride raw?”
Desire tingles through me. “I knew you’d have a filthy mouth. I like it.”
“I have more than a filthy mouth, Valentine. I know how to make a woman scream.”
“Is that a promise?”
“That’s a guarantee.” Then he gets to work, stripping me bare under the moonlight.
It doesn’t take long until we’re both naked and panting in the sand.
It’s going to be a mess to deal with later, but that’s Future Sybil’s problem.
Right now, I’m so hot and needy I can’t imagine doing anything but sinking onto his cock and riding him hard.
“Please, Cooper. I can’t wait any longer. I’m not above begging.” Not when I feel like I’m about to die without this, without him.
“All fours for me, baby,” he commands, and I flip around until he’s behind me. He pulls me up so my back is against his chest, one commanding hand at the nape of my neck and the other gently strumming my clit.
He enters me in one hard thrust.
I gasp, the sensation exactly what I need.
He pumps, his large cock filling me inch by inch. Taking me. Claiming me. Everything about this moment feels so good and right and primal.
We buck against each other, the sounds of our lovemaking an echo of the crashing ocean waves.
I’m growing slicker with each thrust, the passion between us building.
We should slow it down, make this last longer, switch positions and draw it out, but neither of us seems to want any changes to this flawless moment.
Despite the sand and the exposure, despite it being our first time and his initial hesitancy, this very well might be the hottest sex I’ve ever had. We’re animals unleashed, and that only gets confirmed when the hand at the nape of my neck slips downward, fingers pinching at my nipples.
Every thought flees my mind. I turn my head and practically cry into his mouth as we kiss, his groans guttural in response. My blood races through my body on an electric current, centering where he’s doing delicious things to my sex with this expert hand and hard, slick cock.
My vision blurs, my breath catches, and I scream as an orgasm rips through my body. I practically sink onto him, even deeper than I thought possible. He doesn’t let it stop him from bucking into me over and over. The wetness between us thickens, his groan of pleasure echoing mine.
We stretch the moment out, the ecstasy lingering between us.
Then, carefully, he slides from me and leans back on his knees, pulling me into his lap.
I flip around, my legs spread, my exposed flesh wet and glistening with the evidence of our arousal.
He takes his time looking at it, and even though it’s dark out here, I can see the satisfaction in his possessive gaze.
Then he kisses me, long and slow and searching.
Perfect.
This is not friends with benefits.
I’ve never experienced something like this with a friend. I don’t know what to do about that, don’t know what we are, but that doesn’t matter to me right now. I let my thoughts drift as I kiss him like I’ve never kissed anyone else before.