Chapter 27 Cooper
Cooper
There was no space for clarity. Any remaining rationality was gone the second she said he wasn’t her boyfriend, and my jealousy evaporated like puddles after summer rain.
Everything started and ended with her. Realisation dawning that she was meeting my unbridled hunger stroke for stroke.
The act nearly suffocating as her skin sizzled under my touch, my heart in my throat knowing there was no one here to interrupt, stop us or make me think of anything other than her.
Evangeline made me feel things I’d never felt before and loosening those emotions was freeing. But on an innate level, she also calmed my darkest storms. Her unfiltered, raw honesty gave me the space to just be with no expectation to be anything more.
I settled into her like I belonged there.
Like this had been building between us for years and we’d finally let go of all that restraint.
My cock slammed into her again and again, hitting something deep and devastating and oh, so fucking perfect.
Every thrust sent sparks through my veins, lighting me up from the inside and stealing the air from my lungs.
“God, Evy,” I groaned, forehead resting against hers, breath ragged.
“I’ve thought about this... I’ve thought about this so many times.” She panted her reply and her words wrecked me. Because I’d thought about it, too. Lying in bed alone, hating myself for imagining my best mate’s little sister doing exactly this - taking my cock like she was mine to ruin.
She clawed at my bare back while the rain continued to fall hard around us.
“I’m close,” she breathed against my ear, only causing my cock to pulse.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled. “Come with me. Come on my cock.”
Her body tightened around me like a vice, and I clenched my teeth hard, trembling as she fell apart, her head thrown back and her pleasure-soaked scream loud.
The sight of her shattering while the softest part of her gripped me was my undoing. With a raw curse and a final brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, hips stuttering, chest heaving as I moaned her name into the crook of her neck like a confession.
We stayed like that, panting, still joined, the music and rain mixing as a backing track to our heavy breaths.
It could’ve been five minutes or five hours. I didn’t know, didn’t care.
I cupped her face gently, pressing soft kisses along her jaw - an apology, a confession of everything I hadn’t managed to say - until she kissed me back. We kissed like the world had narrowed to nothing but her breath and my heartbeat echoing in the confines of my backyard. Slow. Deep. Lingering.
My cock, still buried inside her, pulsed back to life, swelling as the softness of her mouth turned from gentle to hungry again.
She shifted just slightly, her legs still locked around my waist and we both gasped.
The friction, the proximity, the sheer overwhelming intimacy of still being joined while our bodies begged for more.
Tender became teasing and then testing. She bit my lower lip, a quiet, daring little tug that made my hips twitch and my control fracture.
I groaned low, forehead pressed to hers. “You’re going to break me.”
She smiled, smugly. “And then I’ll put you back together.”
And just like that, the tempo shifted.
My hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter, deeper, rocking her against me until she cried out again, needy and breathless. Her nails scraped down my back, and every inch of her, every sound she made, dragged me straight back into madness.
We were moving again, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that was no longer gentle.
It was greedy.
It was desperate.
And we weren’t finished.
Not even close.
“Inside.” I commanded against her lips, and she nodded.
Somehow, we fumbled our way back into the house, her still wrapped around me, her jumper discarded along the way.
When we eventually got to the bedroom, I was wound so tight I could snap with the briefest touch.
Pausing just inside the entryway, I finally set her down and let my gaze trail languidly over her, cataloguing every detail before I closed the space between us.
My fingers shook as I undid the clasp of her bra, terrified of the perfection I knew was going to be underneath and knowing the aftermath had the potential to send me into a spin so wild I would never break free.
She watched as I slowly pulled the garment down her arms before dropping it to the floor and gaping.
Her pebbled nipples begged me to touch them, dragging me closer with each rise and fall of her chest. The water droplets splattered across her skin, still dripping from her wet hair.
Tentatively, I trailed a finger down her neck, following the ridges of her collarbone, before slowly and deliberately allowing it to glide between her breasts.
I could spend days mapping this woman and it wouldn’t be enough to do justice to the masterpiece before me.
“You’re fucking everything,” I admired, feeling hypnotised. I drew patterns across her skin before cupping each of her breasts in my hands, watching as her head fell back with a whimper. My cock was throbbing again, desperate to get another turn in touching this perfect woman.
I licked a line down her exposed throat, my thumbs circling her nipples, her hips subconsciously moving towards me. Positioning myself with one leg between hers, I met her lips with my own and reached around to grip the curve of her arse.
Her moan was my undoing and when she ground her core along my thigh, I completely unravelled. Turning our bodies, I walked her towards the bed, my mouth on hers again. My greediness evident in the stroking and rubbing of every piece of her skin I could reach.
When the bed behind her stalled our movements, I halted, looking her in the eye before raking down the full length of her entire form.
And there she was.
Bare, naked, irresistible.
“Un-fucking-believable.” I could not be controlled, my body moving on instinct.
Bordering her face with my hands, I crowded her, passionately taking her mouth with my own.
Even with my eyes closed, I could see the perfectly proportioned body she’d unveiled.
The smooth supple skin I wanted to tease, lick and suck, only I wasn’t sure where to begin.
The years before us were filled with memories and trust. Long nights consumed with forbidden thoughts, hidden dreams and missed opportunities all bringing us to this very moment and now I wanted to savour her slowly, completely, as if time itself might shatter if I let go.
The soft caress of her hands along my stomach evoked a sharp inhale of breath before I even realised she was gripping me in her hand.
Pressing kisses to her cheeks, her jaw, the very edge of her mouth, I did everything I could not to focus on the way I ached for release.
Her hands grazed the back of my shoulders before she looked down between us.
Her sharp inhale as she tracked my body made me heady, my pleasure apparent and standing invitingly between us.
“I need you again.” I stated simply.
“Coop,” her husky voice was pleading, almost testing and my knees felt weak.
Unable to wait any longer, I framed her face with my hands again, delicately tracing the soft freckles lining her nose as her fingers began stroking my back, sending shimmering sensations under my skin.
Our bodies refused to separate, as if the wait had been too long, and now we could no longer go without each other.
“I’ve been dreaming about you my entire life,” I whispered, the fear of recourse never an issue with her.
Rather than answering, she pulled me forward until we fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, her legs opening invitingly.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock easily slid against her. “Still so fucking wet for me, baby.”
Those beautiful brown eyes looked darker after the rainstorm we’d just escaped, her hair splayed out around her like a halo.
She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and when she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered through swollen lips, “Always when I’m with you,” I very nearly ruined this moment with a far too quick conclusion - as if I hadn’t just come.
Rather, I kissed her with everything I couldn’t say, relishing in how she tasted like longing and raindrops, like all the years I’d never let myself want her.
What started as an illusion was becoming the only reality I ever wanted to exist within.
A reality where she was splayed under me, naked and waiting.
The promise in her eyes, a look of pure and complete trust.
I’d never taken a woman without fear of consequence, but this was Evy, and our bond ran deep.
My weight on my forearms, carefully bracketing her head as my cock pressed against her.
Without the high we’d felt before, I understood one thing with clarity - this would be devastating.
She inhaled a sharp breath through her nose at the contact, her nails digging into my hips and pulling me closer with an unencumbered desperation.
“I’ve never been with someone without a condom until you,” I breathed.
“Me neither,” she said, lifting her hips surreptitiously.
Watching her with renewed intensity, I braced on one arm and guided myself inside her for the second time.
“Oh, fuck.” I tensed my jaw, sucking in oxygen through gritted teeth at the feeling of how her cunt hugged my cock as if they were designed for each other.
My eyes closed of their own accord, my body illuminating when our hips finally collided before propelling backwards and reaching for her again.
The friction and lust intensified when her head fell back, and her mouth opened on a moan.
“Jesus, Evy, if you keep making that sound, I’m going to explode. Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever known.” I praised as her whispered demands skated across my ears, imploring I move harder, faster, give her more and the intoxication in her voice made my last remaining control snap.
My moves became animalistic as I slammed into her, her passionate cries increasing with every inch. Her fingernails digging into my skin as she angled her hips, her throaty cries a decadent fucking backing track to the feel of her body bringing me home.
“Oh, Coop, I can’t…” Her words fell short as she detonated underneath me and the slight scrunch to her brow, her swollen plush lips and laboured breathing culminated in the last thing I saw before my own body seized, pleasure ripping through me as I emptied myself inside her for the second time.
We slowed, our mirrored gasps testament to how fast and raw that had been.
I took in the sated look of her face, pressing feather light kisses across her cheeks and along her jaw as she traced patterns up and down my back.
Neither of us moved to disentangle ourselves or dared pierce the moment with questions or worries.
The wait had been long, and now I wanted to take my time.
I wanted to memorise every new piece of skin I’d never before been privy.
Before the end of tonight, I wanted to know every crevice, every freckle, every damn inch of her.
I wasn’t sure what tomorrow was going to bring, wasn’t sure how long I would be lucky enough to have her and I’d been waiting too damn long for what we’d just shared to be all.
Brushing her hair back, I studied her face, searching for an answer in the shadows of her eyes before either of us dared to speak. “You good?” I asked, and just as she went to reply, it was with a still semi-hard dick inside her that we both froze at a loud sudden knock against the front door.