Chapter 27 #2
“Fell asleep about two hours ago; he’s already in bed,” I tell him, loving the way his eyes fall down my body as he looks at me.
“Oh? That’s excellent news,” he says as he walks over towards me.
“Ah, ah,” I tell him. “I did promise you would wake him up to tell him if you guys won or lost, and I’ll be damned if you make me out to be a liar.”
“Okay, but that can wait,” he says, and his low, gravely voice has me standing on edge.
His eyes darken as he closes the gap between us, grabbing the t-shirt and yanking me towards him as he slams his lips on mine.
It’s brutal and aggressive and everything I would hope for after a win like he just had.
His tongue pushes through, fighting against mine as he claims my mouth, demanding submission, and my body is eager to obey.
He’s on me, absolutely feral. One hand in my hair, tugging me whichever way he pleases as he tilts my head to the side, pressing kisses down my neck, slowly lowering himself, but I stop him—to my own displeasure.
I’ve imagined this man going down on me in a constant loop in my brain, in any spare moment, and I’m trying to remember the feeling he gave me.
Right now, though, I want to give him something to remember. He’s had his fun. Now it’s my turn to take what I want.
“It can wait,” I tell him. Leaning back in, I kiss him again, losing myself in his kiss for just one more second. Then I hop off the counter, grabbing my glass of bourbon and looking back up at him. “I was thinking we could play a game first.”
Tipping my rocks glass back, I take down the last bit of bourbon as I watch him, his eyes locked on my throat as I swallow.
"A game?” he asks, unamused as I grab another glass and fill them both up with a healthy pour of Eagle Rare, and he quirks an eyebrow at me. “What sort of game?”
“The usual. Just think of this as another Happy Hour with Cooper. Two truths and a lie—only this time you won’t have to trick me into letting you lick my body.
” I say the words slowly, watching his reaction and loving the way his pupils dilate as he stares at me.
With my hand outstretched, he finally grabs the glass as I hop back up on the bar next to him.
“Are you saying you want me to lick your body, Ally Cat?”
My cheeks heat. Fucker somehow still catches me off guard with how cheeky he is, but dammit he’s so cute I couldn’t be mad if I tried.
“No, but I am a little curious if sitting on your face might actually shut you up,” I tell him mindlessly, watching him, his golden eyes twinkling as he fights off a smirk as my eyes drift down to where his hand palms his cock
“Fucking hell,” he growls. “Didn’t you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat?”
I just shrug, letting him watch me. “Do I get to go first?”
“Your game, your rules. Go for it,” he says, his eyes trained on my lips, following my every move.
I sit and think, dramatically taking my time as I tap my finger on my lip. “Hmm…what to say, what to say,” I joke, trying to decide how easy to take it on him.
But what fun would that be.
“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” I tell him before counting them off, doing my best to keep a straight face the entire time. “One, being on top is my favorite position. Two, I might have a daddy kink. Three, your grilled cheese is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
His eyes widen at my words, a huff of air falling from his lips as he smirks at me. “Someone feeling feisty tonight?”
I do my best innocent expression as I look over at him, big doe eyes and all. “Whatever are you talking about, Daddy Coop?” I joke, letting the nickname Quinn gave him the other night during our happy hour slip free, but it’s worth it to see the shocked expression on his face.
“Well, alrighty then, Miss Ally.” Cooper rolls the name off his tongue in a way that feels like he’s talking straight to my clit. “If I were to guess which one is the lie, I would guess number two.”
“Nope,” I say, popping the p with a smirk as his eyes widen even more, something I love because I enjoy that I can get to him.
“Which one’s the lie?” he asks calmly.
“One. Never tried it so couldn’t tell you.”
“We’ll change that one day,” he says, his eyes darkening as he watches me. “What happens next?”
He watches me set my glass down and slowly slide off the counter. The air in the room feels thicker, electrified as we stand there.
Fuck, I hate being so awkward about everything.
This just isn’t something I have a lot of experience in, and the experience I do have…
isn’t great. I’m so unsure of myself. This isn’t something I’ve done to a man in years.
I’ve never wanted to. I’ve never trusted that he wouldn’t be horrible to me after—judging me and making me feel bad because I enjoyed bringing him pleasure.
I’ve spent years thinking that it was a bad thing, not knowing that it wasn’t. That I wasn’t the one with the problem.
They were the problem.
But this is Cooper, and he’s not my ex. He’s been the opposite of anyone I’ve ever been with—sweet, attentive, fucking capable of a ten out of ten performance in the bedroom at the drop of a hat. And those traits?
Sign me the fuck up.
With my back against the island, I calmly drop to my knees in the middle of the kitchen, bringing my hands up to work on unbuttoning his jeans.
“What are you doing, baby?” Cooper says, watching me, his cock hardening in his pants as I slide the zipper down slowly.
“Well, I won,” I tell him, sliding my fingers up his body, my nails sliding up his side, goosebumps appearing as I tease him. “And my prize is this.”
Sliding his pants down, his briefs down with them, his cock springs free, rock hard already with pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I might be dickmatized right now staring head-to-head, but it’s fucking perfect.
I’ve never thought of a dick as perfect before. Hell, I used to think about them as useless.
But Cooper’s?
It’s perfect.
It works well. It’s effective. And it’s fucking big. What more could a girl want?
Taking a deep breath, I glance up, my eyes drifting up past his cock as he reaches forward and cups my cheek. “You sure about this? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I want to, I…I, just haven’t in a long time. I think I’m just nervous,” I tell him, licking my lips as I stare at the tip, his dick leaking, and I want to taste it.
“Want me to talk you through it?” Cooper says, his voice breathy as he murmurs the words, his thick cock in his hand as he strokes himself, pupils dilating to the point his eyes are black and lust-filled, and fuck yes, I want this. Whatever he’s offering right now, I want it.
“Want me to show you how to suck my cock exactly the way I like it?” he says, and my tongue gets tied, words lost as all I can do is nod my head.
“Then open this pretty mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commands, and I listen, parting my lips as he watches me, and if I thought I was nervous before, that had nothing on this.
With the way he’s looking at me, he could break me in half and I’d still be the one saying thank you.
“I’ll show you what I like, but you are in control. If it’s too much, if you don’t like it, or if you’ve just had enough, tell me. Okay? Tap my leg twice.”
I nod, leaning towards him slightly as he pushes his hips forward, letting the tip of his cock brush past my lips as the silky skin glides along my tongue, his pre-cum coating my tongue, and fuuuuck.
He tastes so good. Groaning against his cock, I fight back a gag as he pushes in, sliding just a bit further until he’s hitting the back of my throat, my body stretching to accommodate him before he slides back out, coating my lips and chin with saliva.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he growls as he slides his hand through my hair, pulling tightly as he tilts my head back just an inch, changing the angle enough that he’s sliding in a little further.
I gag, my throat constricting around him, but that only turns him on more. He’s gentle but steadfast, going slow as he slides back out before stopping and pushing back in. Each time going just a bit deeper, yet I still feel like I haven’t even taken half of him.
“Fuck, Al, your mouth feels like sin, sucking me like your life depends on it. Keep going, baby,” he grunts out, his hips starting to pick up speed as he finds a rhythm, the island against my back holding me in place as I fight to keep taking him, needing him to come.
The sound of a door opening and shutting startles us, his hips pulling back just enough that I can breathe, but not far enough that I can try to figure out what the sound was.
His eyes immediately look behind me, over the island where the stairs are, his hand gripping my hair, the island at my back as he continues sliding in and out of my mouth.
What was that?
I don’t have time to even think anything as he looks down at me, bringing one finger to his lips, shushing me as he slides out of my mouth, right as we hear a little voice.
“Daddy, is that you?” Lucas says, his tired voice sounding far off like he’s still upstairs.
Thank god.
“Hey, bud,” Cooper replies, his hands gripping the countertops as he forces his words out. “I’ll be up in just a minute, just grabbing some water and a snack and then I’ll be up to tuck you in.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, bud. See you in a minute,” he says, his eyes still watching the stairs, but one hand is now in my hair, teasing it between his fingers as we both wait.
“One minute? Okay! I’ll count.”
“Make it five.”
“Okay, Daddy. Alexa, set a timer for five minutes,” he says, his voice fading, the sound of a door shutting, telling us Lucas is now back in his room, and the grip Cooper’s fingers have on my hair gets tighter as he tilts my head back up towards him.
“Jesus fuck. As much as I want to keep going, that fucking timer is going to be the death of me,” he says, releasing my hair quickly. He grabs my waist and lifts me up, setting me back down on the island, the granite countertop cold against my ass as my t-shirt has slipped up my back.
It’s fucking freezing, but the way he’s looking at me right now? My body is on fire.
“Condom?” he asks as he steps out of his suit pants, kicking them off to the side.
“No. I have an IUD, and I was tested after my ex,” I say. Just the idea of him being inside me, no barrier, just him, could get me there. When it happens, I’m positive it’ll wreck me, break me apart and somehow put me back together, making my broken pieces fit together like new.
“You’re sure? I was tested before the season started, and haven’t been with anyone but you,” he says, stepping closer, close enough to grab my hips and slide me just to the edge of the counter, forcing my knees apart. With his other hand still gripping his cock, he slides it through my pussy.
“Positive. Now fuck me, Daddy. Make me come,” I say, the last word falling from my lips in a moan as he slips my panties to the side, burying his cock to the base as my cunt stretches around him.
“Hold on for Daddy then, baby. We have to race Alexa.”