Chapter 24
COOPER
Dad Joke Of The Day:
What happens when a frog’s car breaks down?
It gets toad.
“You know I have legs, right?” Ally giggles as we walk inside. She’s still thrown over my shoulder with my hand gripping her thighs as her small hands push against my back.
“I’m aware,” I grunt as she pinches my side. Brat.
“Then you are aware I can walk, right?” she says with another pinch, this one harder.
“Stop it, woman,” I tell her. Reaching up, I swat her ass a little harder than I meant to, and I’ll be damned if I don’t hear a soft moan—one so faint, I know damn well she was hoping I wouldn’t hear.
But fuck I’m glad I did because that was the hottest sound ever.
Opening my bedroom door, I step in, kicking it closed behind us as I walk over and set Ally down on my bed, slowly untying the ribbon to release her wrists before sliding it into my pocket.
With the bedside lamp on like always, the soft glow reflects on her face, making her features appear softer, more innocent in this quiet moment.
Leaning down, I cup her face in my hand, pressing a tender kiss against her lips that she leans in to, her hand sliding into my hair as she kisses me back.
The kiss starts slow and steady, her lips dancing with mine, following my lead, so pliable against me.
It almost makes me wonder how much she can take, how long she’ll follow my lead until needing to put her foot down.
There will be a time for slow and steady, but that’s not tonight. Tonight is about showing her how good I can make her feel. How good we can be together.
I want to make this perfect for her.
Pulling back, I lean down, gripping the sides of my jersey she’s still wearing and tug. “Arms up, baby.”
“Do you not like me wearing it?” Ally asks, leaning back on her elbows she watches me.
“Oh, I love it, and one day, mark my words, I’ll fuck you in it.
But tonight, I need you naked,” I tell her, her arms lifting to let me slip the jersey from over her head, tossing it to the side.
I look at her body, her pale skin wrapped up in a bold, blue lingerie top.
The thin lace covering those perfect tits, wrapping them up like a present just for me.
“You’re beautiful, Ally Sullivan. Really fucking beautiful,” I tell her, working to unbutton my shirt, but she stands up, gently moving my hands, her fingers getting to work on the buttons.
“You make me feel beautiful, Cooper Johnson,” Ally whispers like she’s afraid to admit it out loud.
Her fingers work quickly, quietly undoing my dress shirt with ease before slipping it from my shoulder and tossing it to the floor with the jersey. Turning back, her fingers find my belt, undoing it and then working down the button and zipper before sliding them down to the ground, briefs and all.
The second we’re naked, the restraint of our clothes gone, I need to touch her, to feel her body against mine.
Grabbing her, I pull her into me, falling back on my bed, pulling her to straddle me, her hair cascading down between us, like a curtain from the rest of the world.
Reaching up, I brush it out of her face.
“I’m only going to ask this once—are you sure this is what you want?” My hands rest on her hips as she hovers above me, like she’s unsure of herself, and that I don’t like.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I want this. I want you—and I want to do this with you,” she says, leaning down as she presses little kisses across my lips before moving to my neck, her tongue trailing a line down my skin.
“Then sit; let me feel you.”
Her eyes darken as her pupils dilate, her hips lowering slowly. Fuck, she listens so well.
“You’re such a good girl,” I praise. Slipping one hand between us, I slide my fingers between her thighs, finding her dripping. “You’re soaked baby. Is all of this for me?”
She nods, her lips parting as I slip in two fingers, her hips rocking to meet me halfway as I angle my hand just enough to hit the spot deep inside of her that will have her seeing stars.
Her breathing hitches as I brush my thumb along her clit, my cock twitching between us, practically begging to be inside her right now, but fuck, I’m trying to go at her pace.
Right now isn’t only about needing to fuck her. This is about needing to own her. Needing to mark her. Needing to prove in every way how good we can be.
“Cooper, I…I need you, please,” she begs, her hands resting against my chest. She holds herself up, as I continue teasing her body, working her up so that when I’m inside of her, she explodes.
She’s just so responsive, every little change and adjustment I make affecting her, her breathing changing or her cheeks flushing, but it’s the little breathy moans that I’m dying to hear more of.
Rolling her over, I flip her underneath me, sitting back on my heels as I look down at her.
“Let me get a condom,” I tell her as I reach over to my nightstand, grabbing one and tearing it open.
“You know, we don’t have to,” she says, but I shake my head as I roll the condom on my length.
“We can have that conversation tomorrow, when you’re not in the heat of the moment. As much as I want to say yes and bury myself raw, deep inside this pretty pink cunt, I can’t in good conscience do that while knowing tomorrow you might regret it.”
She looks disappointed, but agrees, which, thank god, because if she thinks we’re not going to revisit this moment when we’re clear minded, she’s crazy. I would give anything to experience being inside her bare, nothing at all between us, but I would hate myself if she regretted it.
“Fine,” she pouts. “At least make it good, Daddy Coop.”
“You’re in for it now, Ally Cat,” I growl as I lean down on one arm, smashing my lips against hers, lining myself up at her center.
She fights me at first, her tongue tangling with mine in a battle for control, but the second I start to slip inside, notching myself in just an inch, she loses all her fight.
With every little bit I slip inside of her, her body struggles against me, her tight pussy strangling my cock as she can barely take my size.
Still, every time I try to pull back, her hands desperately hold me, her nails digging into my back as she tries to pull me into her.
She melts into me completely, her body flowing with mine like two rivers colliding, going wherever the pull takes us as our bodies become one.
“I mean, we’ve never done this before, so I can’t be positive,” Ally says, a little smirk on her lips that tells me she’s enjoying playing with me.
Good, baby girl, because I enjoy playing with you, too.
“Then I guess I better make damn sure I fuck you good enough that you’ll never question it again,” I grunt, driving my hips down all the way until I’m filling her completely.
“Oh, fuck,” she screams, but it quickly fades into a moan as I kiss her neck, my mouth needing to taste her, explore her.
I can’t get enough, my hands needing to touch her. Reaching up, I pinch one nipple, my other hand holding her hip as I start to piston in and out, faster and faster. Her back arches against the bed when I twist her nipple.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is strangling my cock,” I growl, the words sounding strained even to me as I struggle to keep my shit together. I’ll be damned if the first time I fuck her, I come before she does.
Not a fucking chance.
“Tell me, Ally Cat, are you more turned on by the way I’m fucking you, or by the way I know your body better than you do?
” I ask as I switch to the other nipple, pinching and twisting, teasing her as I bring my mouth down to her other one, blowing air against it before sucking it in my mouth, her hand moving to my hair she holds me in place.
“Both,” she breathes out.
“Oh?” I ask, deciding now would be as good of time as ever to test my theory, see if I know her body as well as I think I do.
Bringing my hand up to her neck, I gently place my palm against her throat, letting my fingers grip her gently, my thumb rubbing little circles against her pulse point.
I feel her swallow against my fingers, her pussy clenching as my fingers squeeze just a bit.
“Do you like this, baby?” I ask, the first buzz of pleasure starting at the base of my spine. I knew I wouldn’t fucking last when I made it inside her, but hell, this is ridiculous. “Do you like my hand around your throat, knowing I control your pleasure and your body? Your breathing?”
Her eyes flutter, rolling back as I grip her throat more, my thumb and finger pushing down on the side, not cutting off her breathing, just gripping her still.
“Cooper, I…fuck, I’m close,” she breathes out as she lifts her knees, giving me an even better angle as I drive my cock inside her.
The second she tells me she’s close, I lift her right leg over my shoulder, opening her up even more, and that seems to be the move as she screams, her nails digging in my back.
I lift her hips a little more, fucking her relentlessly as I drive her closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, oh my god, Cooper!” she screams, my name sounding perfect as it falls from her lips, her nails digging into my back to the point of pain, but I don’t stop as I keep driving my hips in and out, keeping my pace steady as I slam into her.
Her entire body shakes as she falls apart, her orgasm slamming into her like a freight train while her cunt strangles my cock, threatening to pull me over the edge with her, but I don’t want to—not yet at least. I’m not done being inside of her.
I’m not done watching her eyes flutter, rolling back as I play with her clit, or the way she says my name when I’m deep inside of her.
When her body finally stills, I keep moving, my hips rocking back and forth as I work her through her own orgasm, forcing mine away.
“What the hell was that?” Ally says as she finally catches her breath.
“That, Ally Cat, is called an orgasm,” I tell her, bringing my hips back, then slightly thrusting in again, loving the way she squirms, her body still so sensitive.
“You’ve already given me one of those before. That was different,” she says, her eyes wide, shell shocked in the most perfectly fucked way.
“Well, you’re about to have a few more, so maybe you’ll get used to the way they feel.”
Her fingers trace over my chest, tracing over the lines of my tattoos in a way that leaves goosebumps everywhere she touches me. She’s so concentrated, her eyes struggling to stay focused, a mixture of exhaustion from the time and being worn out from too many orgasms.
Well, not too many. Just the right amount if you’re asking me.
“I…tonight has been…unexpected,” she says, her words instantly making me nervous, but when I look down at her, the light from my bedside lamp reflecting in her pretty blue eyes, I see a smile that has me thinking she’s feeling the same way I am.
“Good unexpected or bad unexpected?” I ask, needing to hear the words from her. I need to know if she enjoyed tonight as much as I have.
Tonight was unexpected—not because I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but because it’s ruined every woman who came before her…
and, if I’m being honest, every one who might come after.
No one compares to her. To the way she makes me feel.
The passion she pours into every touch is unmatched, electric, addictive, and it’s had me on edge all night.
Being with Ally felt different than anything I’ve ever experienced.
It felt euphoric, like nothing before. My brain shut off, and everything I did, every move we made, felt like it was fueled by our senses—like we were doing whatever we could just to feel more, because what we were feeling was so fucking incredible.
But it wasn’t just because of how good it felt for me physically—although, don’t get me wrong, it did.
It’s just that it’s not the only thing that made it perfect.
It was the way she reacted, the way every touch hit exactly like I hoped—every word, every command, everything synchronizing so well with her that it felt like an out-of-body experience for me. Like I was watching us from above, seeing the way she reacted to everything I did, and it was surreal.
“Most definitely good unexpected,” she mumbles, her hazy blue eyes looking innocent as she glances up at me like she’s afraid I won’t like what she has to say.
Like I’m not internally jumping for fucking joy that she had a good time too, because fuck, inside my head I’m doing the happiest dance ever.
“I’d agree,” I say calmly, trying not to let it show how much I liked that answer. “I, uh…I know it doesn’t make up for the past, but I hope you saw tonight how much I love that side of you.”
“I did,” she says looking off to the side, lost in thought. “But really, this did change my perspective. I feel like it helped me see that I was never in the wrong. I wasn’t a slut or whatever terrible things I’ve been called in the past, and I have you to thank.”
“You make it easy, Al,” I tell her, brushing her hair back. “I just hope you’re starting to realize how amazing you are—something I’ve known for quite some time.”
“I’m trying. It’s just…hard. People like Wilson, they spent so much time making me feel awful about myself, and fixing the kind of mental damage he left behind…it’s not something that happens overnight. It takes time to reverse all that hurt.”
“Then we’ll do it together, baby,” I tell her, that question—the one I haven’t dared to ask anyone in years—sitting heavy on the tip of my tongue, itching to make her mine. Only mine.
“Thank you for catching me. I’m not sure what exactly it is that we are doing and where it will lead, but thank you for being patient with me,” Ally says, and as much as I want to ask her, I can’t chase her away the second I’ve caught her.
But patience has never been my strong suit.