Chapter 23 #2
Leaning down, I feel his lips against my ear just before he bites—hard enough to sting—but between that and his fingers still toying with my nipples, I’m a ball of overwhelming sensations damn near ready to combust.
“What did I tell you would happen when I caught you, baby?” He whispers the words against me, his voice sending shivers across my skin as I tilt my neck even further, trying to give him as much access as possible, my entire body craving more.
My brain is fried; there’s only heat. His hand slips under the jersey I have yet to take off, fingers skating up my stomach like he’s already decided how this ends.
“What do you want, Ally Cat?” he growls, the words no longer feeling like a question, more like a demand.
I feel my core tighten, the dominance in his voice having me want to turn around and drop to my knees, but the lingering fear of my past, the fear of doing something because I think he wants it, only to find out I was wrong, is paralyzing.
Right now, he’s calling the shots, and for once I think I might just sit back and be a part of the show.
“I-I don’t know,” I stutter as his hand starts to slide south. His fingers toy with the button of my jeans, teasing me, as he presses open mouth kisses down my jaw to my neck.
“Then how about this. While you’re figuring out what you want, let me show you what you need.” His voice is like a promise, a secret he already knows the answer to, and the way his eyes lock on mine? I’m not sure I’ll ever want to come up for air.
“O-okay,” I finally mutter.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Ally?” he asks, his fingers tilting my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. His eyes are more serious, focused as he watches me, reading me as he asks the question again.
“Do your worst, Coop—” My last word is cut off with a gasp as his lips crash down on mine. The moment they do, I’m lost in him. My entire body reacts as if this is what we’ve been waiting for.
Spinning me towards him, he walks me backwards, his lips never leaving mine as he presses me against the nearest tree.
Chest to chest, his hips press into mine, one hand in my hair as he devours my mouth.
His lips might be soft, but there’s nothing soft about the way he’s touching me.
He’s not just teasing me right now; he’s giving me exactly what I need.
Strong and dominant yet passionate—just like Cooper has been all along.
It’s at this moment that it hits me—really hits me—Cooper Johnson is kissing me.
It’s one thing to have him go down on me in a pool. I mean, it was a public service at that point, twenty-eight years old and just having my first orgasm.
But this? This is intimate, personal, and so fucking hot.
His tongue tangles with mine, leading the kiss as his free hand moves back to my jeans, swiftly unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down.
Without breaking the kiss, he tugs them down to my ankles where I kick them off, leaving me standing in his backyard wearing nothing but his jersey and a pair of panties.
Tiny ones because, well, a girl can dream that something will happen with the super hot goalie she’s finally having a private night with. His fingers play with my hair before slowly untying the blue ribbon I put in earlier today…a blue that matches the jersey, as well as my panties.
Pulling the ribbon slowly, he slides the fabric between his fingers, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Hands together.”
I immediately do as he says, watching as he wraps the ribbon around my hands, tying it tightly, his eyes watching me the whole time. “Too tight?”
“Not at all,” I say breathily, my voice cracking as his fingers slide along the inside of my wrist.
“Good. Now, hands up…and keep them there,” he growls, dropping to his knees. “I want to eat this pretty pussy while you wear my jersey. Help you remember who made you feel this good. Give you a good reminder of why you should never settle when it comes to your pleasure, Ally Cat.”
His fingers move to my panties, gripping them in one hand and he rips them off, the sting of the lace ripping startling me, but his mouth replaces that feeling with pleasure as his tongue circles my clit.
Embarrassment flashes through me as he slides his fingers through my core, coating his fingers before slowly sliding them inside me.
Fuck, I forgot how incredible he is at this.
Cooper eats pussy like it’s his favorite meal, and by the gleam in his eyes as he looks up at me, his tongue working my body in a way I’ve only dreamed of, I think it just might be. The slow burn of pleasure starts building, and it feels unreal that this man has already figured out my body.
My phone rings, the sound coming from my jeans on the ground, but I couldn’t fucking care less about that with Cooper’s tongue inside of me.
Without stopping, he grabs my jeans with his free hand and grabs my phone, grinning like a maniac when he sees the name that pops up.
Turning it towards me, my heart drops when I see Wilson’s name as Cooper slides to answer, turning the phone on speaker for me since I can't exactly use my hands right now.
“Wilson, st—stop calling me,” I breathe out, doing my best to keep my voice steady as Cooper works in a third finger, sitting back on his heels as he watches me squirm, a devilish glint in his eyes that tells me he’s enjoying this.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Wilson huffs out on the other end of the line, and I do everything I can to keep my composure, to not let the moans or gasps fall past my lips and let Wilson hear, but the more Cooper pushes my limits, toying with my body as his tongue laps at my clit, the less I care that it’s my ex on the other end of the phone.
Cooper doesn’t slow down now. In fact, he starts sliding his fingers in and out faster, taking the little ball of pleasure and amplifying it tenfold. The feeling that started as a little speck of pleasure has now exploded, spreading through my entire body like oxygen.
“What’s going on with you lately? You never want to talk to me anymore,” Wilson says, and I’m shocked—does this man not understand what I mean when I say I don’t want anything to do with him.
“I’m just…busy,” I say, the last word slipping out on a gasp as Cooper kisses down my inner thigh before biting, smirking up at me, proud of himself.
“Busy with what? Nannying for a kid? That—” I don’t hear the rest because Cooper takes the phone and after waiting for me to nod my reassurance, presses another button.
The sound of the call switching to video plays through the speaker, and I’m immediately aware he’s about to see Cooper… on my phone.
But Cooper obviously doesn’t think that’s an issue as he smiles into the phone when Wilson answers.
“What the fuck are you doing with Ally’s phone?” Wilson says, his voice getting louder, an annoying characteristic of his that apparently hasn’t gone away.
But I call bullshit on the attitude. It’s just his excuse to be an annoying asshole and still feel slightly okay with himself.
“What the fuck are you doing calling her after she’s repeatedly asked you to stop?” he says back, his voice calm as he holds the phone with one hand, his other hand still inside of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.
If he keeps going, I’m going to come, and I’m not going to be able to be quiet.
“Mind your business, Johnson,” Wilson seethes. “Now give her the phone.”
“Only once you learn your manners, Mudgett. Besides, she’s not really able to come to the phone right now.”
“Manners? What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks, and I’ll admit, even I’m confused, but I don’t care enough to interrupt what he’s doing to ask.
“Yeah, Wilson, didn’t your mama ever teach you it was rude to interrupt someone when they’re eating a meal?” Cooper says, and I see him wink into the phone. I can only imagine the look on Wilson’s face as he must realize what’s happening.
“I’m going to fucking end you!”
“Ah, ah, ah. No, no. This conversation isn’t for you. The only thing you can do is use this as a learning experience. I’m going back to eating, and if you’re interested in the beautiful sounds Ally makes when she comes, feel free to stick around.”
Tossing my phone back on top of my jeans—facedown, thank god—I can hear Wilson screaming through the phone but just barely as Cooper’s mouth is back on me. This time rougher, more purposeful with every movement, and it’s working as pleasure shoots out through my body.
“Cooper.” I moan his name. “Fuck, don’t stop. Right there.”
And he doesn’t stop. He works my body until I’m desperate, screaming for him as I grip his hair, his tongue flattened across my clit over and over and over as he pushes me through every wave of pleasure my body has to offer.
I’m shaking, completely wrecked, and overwhelmed by the whirlwind of sensations crashing through me as Cooper stands, scoops up my phone—thankfully no longer mid-call with fucking Wilson—and slips it into his pocket.
He grabs my jeans next, then turns to me.
His eyes only flick over me for a heartbeat before he moves.
One moment I’m on the ground, and the next I’m in the air, slung over his shoulder as he’s charging towards the house.
“What are you doing?” I laugh, the view of his ass not half bad.
“Taking you to my bed.”