Chapter 53
Fifty-Three
S ybil
“My bedroom isn’t technically crew headquarters,” he says, scooping me into his arms. He walks us across the family room to the primary suite.
The idea that he’s going to rent another place to have more privacy for us makes so much sense. He can come to my place, of course, but Soho is not the most convenient spot with so much work happening in this midtown building.
We need somewhere we can sneak away when the looks between us grow too heated to ignore.
He closes the door and presses me against it, taking my lips and instantly deepening the kiss.
His hands are frantic as they travel across my body, sliding under my shirt and bra, fingers pinching my nipples before softening with gentle caresses.
He repeats the motions, sharp and soft, sending waves of desire through me.
“Do you really think your dad is sending a spy?”
“Maybe, or maybe someone at work is jealous,” he whispers against my mouth. “Do you think it’s because they want me?” He presses his hard-on into my core, and I buck against him. “Or do they want you?”
My brain is mush, but I manage a whimpered, “Yes.”
“I think it’s you, pretty Valentine. You’re more gorgeous than any of those stars upstairs.” He sneaks his hands around my leggings and slips them down my thighs. “As they should be. Too bad for them, this perfect woman only belongs to me.”
“Perfect, you say?” I tease.
“Perfect heart, perfect personality, perfect body.” His fingers push into me, and I cry out as his palm presses on my clit. “And a perfect tight cunt.”
His filthy mouth drives me wild, fueling my desire. I grab his wrist, reveling in the cords of muscles as they work me. “What about it is so perfect?” I breathe.
He chuckles, stripping off the last of my clothing and carrying me to his bed. “Do you want me to show you?”
I nod eagerly. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more.
When I reach out to help him with his shirt, he brushes me off. “Oh no, you don’t move. Tonight, I’m in charge. Do you think you can handle that, Valentine?”
“Yes, sir.”
I’m not the most submissive person, but in the bedroom, I love it. I’m so in charge and in control in my regular life, especially at work, that giving into this side of myself feels like letting go.
He strips for me, and I practically whimper at the sight of his ready cock. I want to do unspeakable things to him, and I’d just as soon let him do whatever the hell he wants with me, so long as I get to touch him.
Leaving me naked and panting on his bed, he goes to his closet as if we have all the time in the world. I want to scream at him to get back here, but I wait on the bed, my eyes widening when he returns with a handful of silky black ties.
“Have you ever been tied to bedposts before, Sybil?” he asks.
He sounds like a businessman in a conference room, not like a boyfriend about to fuck his girlfriend.
I shake my head. “I’ve been asked before, but… I declined.”
“Are you afraid?” He pulls a silk tie through his hand, and my mouth waters. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, honey, but you know I’ll take care of you, right?”
I do know that. I trust him. Maybe too much. That’s the problem.
“Okay.” My voice is breathy.
His grin is wicked as he gets to work, leaving trails of tender kisses on my flesh while he ties my wrists above my head and my legs stretched open.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so exposed.
He retreats to admire his handiwork, hooded eyes roaming my body, taking extra time to gaze upon my bare pussy.
I ache to cover myself, to be shy, but I also ache to have this experience with him more.
We lock eyes.
“Are you going to show me why I have a perfect cunt, or are you going to stand there?” I demand.
He chuckles. “So impatient. Remember what I said, Valentine? I’m in charge tonight. You agreed. Do you still want this?”
My enthusiastic “ yes” borders on embarrassing.
Removing his prosthetic and leaving it on the floor, he crawls onto the bed. He positions his mouth at my entrance, his warm breath tickling my skin.
“You don’t come until I say, got it?”
I hesitate. “Wait… what?”
He presses his mouth to my center, swirling his tongue around my aroused bud, opening me up even more for him. I practically come undone right then and there.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Then relax. Don’t come yet.”
My hands fist, and I force my breathing to slow. “I’ll do whatever you say. No coming until you tell me to.”
“You tell me if you’re too close?”
I nod vigorously.
He chuckles, satisfied. “That’s my girl.”
He gets to expertly eating my pussy, and I ride his mouth as much as I can under the restraints. I climb toward orgasm quickly.
“I… Cooper, I’m?—”
He pulls back. “Not yet, baby.”
God, I need to relax. I’m not going to beg—that’s not my style, no matter how fun this game is.
He crawls on top and enters me quickly, the fullness of his erection so incredible that stars flash behind my eyes.
Bucking against me, we move in tandem, him so deep inside I can’t tell where he even begins.
Right when I’m about to come by penetration, not something so easily done for me, he stills his body, slowly removing himself inch by torturous inch.
“Tell me what you need, baby. Beg for it.”
Nope, not begging. “You know what I need,” I hiss in frustration.
“Oh, honey…” He smiles wickedly. “You’re making this hard for me.”
“I’m not going to beg.”
He kisses me, long and slow, and then whispers against my ear. “You’ll beg when you’re ready to come. Until then, I can go all night.”
Honest to God, I don’t know how he can hold back. I’ve never been with a man capable of holding off his orgasm as long as Cooper is right now.
But as frustrating as this is, I love it.
This game goes on several more times until we’re panting for release. Doesn’t help we’re both stubborn as hell.
I know how much he wants this; I can see it in the glazed look in his eye, in the tenseness of his jaw, and in the speed of his breathing, but he doesn’t give in. He won’t. Not until I beg.
Cheeky little shit.
“Submit to me,” he commands, pumping into me hard and fast, then going still when as my inner muscles clamp around his cock.
I arch into him, and he groans.
“Cooper…” I can barely speak. I’m at my breaking point. He’s got me tied up in more ways than one.
“Say it, baby. Please, say it,” he rasps.
Now he’s the one begging, which is exactly what I needed. This is how we both win.
I nip at his neck, then retreat and thrust my hips upward as hard as I can.
“Fuck me, Cooper. Make me come. Please ,” I groan. “I need you. Please. Please. Please let me come.”
“Are you sure?” He smirks and pumps once. “You did say please. Four times.”
“Shut up.” I laugh, but we’re fucking hard, and I’m so, so happy.
“You’re ready?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Go as hard you can, Coop. It won’t hurt me. I need all you can give me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
That sets him off in a way I have yet to experience. He grinds down with each deep thrust, our bodies furiously pounding, the sound of skin slapping and our moans loud.
This is, without a doubt, the most animalistic and erotic sex I’ve experienced in my life. All I can do is feel him inside me, moving, pumping, fucking, loving.
Again.
Harder. Faster.
More.
Our orgasms hit at the same moment, surges of explosive pleasure with such force I can’t help but scream his name.
He lets out a similar roar as the moment between us intensifies, and the slapping of our bodies continues.
The moment builds and builds and builds, as if all the orgasms he’d made me wait for come together in rapid succession.
I lose myself as he pumps every last ounce of passion from my body.
Never in my life have I had an orgasm last that long—so long that my entire body tingles with pleasure. I lose my breath, and my mind floats away.
He falls onto me, equally sated. He stays inside me until he’s no longer hard, and there’s nothing left to do but separate. The second it happens, I miss him, aching for him to fill me all over again.
I’m sore and satisfied in the most wonderful way. Knowing I’ll get to experience that again and again has a grin plastered on my face.
“Guess I’d better expedite the new apartment thing, huh?
” he says sweetly, and I laugh. If anyone with a key had happened to walk into crew headquarters tonight, they definitely would have heard us, and we’d be in even more trouble.
Right now, I don’t care about that. All I care about is this man and the amazing way he handles not only my body, but also my heart.