Chapter 13 #4
What I meant to say was, “It is, please keep going, I might die if you don’t,” but what came out was a jumble of sounds that didn’t quite make words. Cooper grinned at me anyway, his warm eyes gleaming as they met mine.
He held my gaze as he flicked open the button of my jeans, letting me squirm for a couple of heartbeats before pulling the zipper down. I sighed with relief as the pressure eased off my cock, reaching down to toy with his hair, tugging on one of the springy curls.
“Hmm,” Cooper hummed as he looked down at me, tongue just barely darting out between his lips to wet them.
My breath hitched and my hips twitched as he ran the pad of his thumb along the underside of my cock—even through the fabric of my underwear, I could feel the callus at the edge catching on delicate skin.
I shivered involuntarily, need and want rippling down to the marrow of my bones.
Cooper glanced at me, his smile taking on a wicked edge. “Definitely working for you,” he said, tucking his thumb into my waistband and using it to tug my underwear down and out of the way, freeing me completely.
“Definitely,” I managed, suddenly out of breath.
I caught a flash of a rare smirk on Cooper’s face before he bent down and licked a greedy stripe along the length of my cock. My fingers tightened in his hair as I gasped, back arching as though I’d been shocked.
I had, more or less. I wasn’t uses to this at all.
Cooper chuckled and did it again, and then again, not giving me time to think or adjust or breathe between strokes of his tongue, my toes curling as he nuzzled his way down to press a kiss at the base before licking another stripe.
“Fuck,” I choked out. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my hips as heat rushed to my face, up the back of my neck and all the way to the tips of my ears. This was too much, but I didn’t want it to stop.
Cooper hummed again, pressing a kiss to the jut of my hip, his stubble scratching so perfectly at my oversensitive skin that I probably could have come from that sensation alone.
A shout escaped me as Cooper’s mouth closed around the head of my cock unexpectedly, all wet heat and soft tongue, swirling around, dipping into my slit, that perfect mouth taking me deeper until I nudged the back of his palate, then easing off, then back again.
My bones melted. All I could do was cling to his shoulder as he licked and sucked and held me in his mouth.
“Fuck, fuck,” I panted, head spinning with the pounding of my heartbeat.
Cooper’s laughter vibrated around me, making it all so much worse—better? More. It was so much.
He tugged my jeans down while I was distracted, lifting my hips without my cooperation, hands gentle as he pulled them down my thighs and off, tossing them aside without even looking where they went. He could’ve thrown them out the window for all I cared right now.
I sobbed as he pulled back, licking me again, gaze flicking up to meet mine. His eyes were dark and glazed, like he was getting off on this. The thought of that was so hot all I could do was stare at him, panting for breath.
“Hi,” Cooper said, licking his lips.
“Hi,” I choked out, half-laughing. It was so easy to be with him. Right when things might’ve gotten too intense, here he was, pulling me back.
“Do you want—?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I interrupted. I couldn’t wait any longer, no matter how much I was enjoying foreplay that didn’t make me feel like I was only being warmed up for someone else’s sake.
Cooper’s gaze flicked away to where he’d dropped the lube earlier. “You sure?”
“You promised me anything I wanted,” I reminded him, tilting my head back to look at him through my lashes, putting my neck on display. I knew how I looked best, and I wasn’t above taking advantage of that knowledge.
Cooper’s throat worked as he swallowed. “I did.”
“I want your fingers inside me, and then I want you inside me, and I want you to fuck me until I forget my name,” I said.
Even to my own ears, I’d managed to say that with impressive firmness for someone who felt like they were going to combust if the gorgeous, sweet, generous man kneeling between their legs didn’t fuck them soon.
Cooper licked his lips, reaching out for the lube without looking at it. All his focus was on me. I could’ve drowned in the way that felt and died happy. He wanted me.
The click of the cap sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I liked this part, the buildup, the attention, knowing what was coming next but having to wait for it.
Cooper didn’t look away from me as he warmed lube between his fingers, or when he bent down to kiss my raised knee, my thighs spread to give him all the access he could need.
He didn’t look away as he trailed his ring and pinkie finger down the back of my thigh, raising goosebumps all along the length.
He held my gaze as the slick tip of his finger brushed over my hole, sending another jolt of pleasure and anticipation deep into the pit of my stomach.
He circled, slow, and looked at me like I was the only thing in the entire world. I nodded, and the corner of his lips twitched as he finally looked down at his own hand.
“Nice and slow,” he promised.
I bit my lip as he pushed the blunt tip of his finger inside, breathing out slowly and making use of all the muscle control I had, and sighed when he slipped in as far as the second knuckle with no resistance.
Cooper glanced back up at me. I smirked.
“It’s not my first time,” I said. “Just first in a while.”
“I’m honored, by the way,” Cooper said, gaze flicking between my face and his hand. “That you’d pick me to start again with.”
Anyone would be lucky to have you, I didn’t say.
“Then start,” I demanded instead, pulling my good leg up further, opening myself up more.
“Bossy,” Cooper said, as though it was the most delightful quality a person could have. A smile played around his lips as he looked me over, and I rolled my hips for him, putting on a show.
The way he looked at me was addictive. I wanted him to keep doing it.
A soft cry escaped me as he pushed in further, the first hint of a real stretch making my nerve endings sing.
“Okay?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.
“Feels good,” I murmured, tongue thick in my mouth. “Keep going.”
Cooper did as I asked, looking down at his hand again. I watched him watching me, the glint of his eyes, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he rocked his finger in and out.
Just to keep his attention, I trailed my fingers slowly down my stomach, brushing them against the hard length of my cock as he watched. His lips parted, tongue darting out again, breath getting just the tiniest bit more ragged.
“Feels good,” I repeated, rolling my hips, encouraging him to fuck me. I knew I’d get impatient, but that was okay. We could slow down again once I had Cooper inside me, on top of me. I’d want to savor that a lot more than this.
“God, you…” Cooper trailed off, shaking his head.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful,” he said with a helpless shrug. “Everything about you. The way you move.” He paused, tongue held between his lips as he pulled his finger out of me and lined a second one up beside it.
He didn’t ask this time, and he didn’t need to.
My body opened up under his touch like his fingers were made to be inside me, a satisfying stretch without the burn.
It was so, so agonizingly easy to be with Cooper.
My heart clenched as a wave of feeling that threatened to drown me washed around the inside of my ribs.
“The way you are,” Cooper continued. “You barely seem real.”
“Oh, I’m real,” I said, biting my lip as I teased myself with my fingers, putting on a little bit more of a show for him. I was a performer, after all, and he seemed to be enjoying the performance. “You’re about to feel just how real I am.”
Cooper glanced away, shy again. How was he real? If I hadn’t seen other people talk to him, I might’ve thought I was making him up.
But he was here. With me. This was real, and it felt that way. Maybe more than anything ever had.
I cried out as Cooper finally hit just the right spot, back arching and toes curling. A tiny smile, more smug than shy, quirked one corner of his lips as he did it again, a slow, deliberate press this time that made me whimper.
My hips rocked all by themselves, teeth digging into my lower lip as I chased the feeling. Cooper looked adorable pleased with himself, eyes gleaming as he watched his fingers, tongue held between his teeth as he rocked them in and out again and again, hitting the same spot over and over.
Jolt after jolt of pleasure left me panting for breath, head tilted back and eyes screwed shut.
It really had been too long. I’d never liked doing this for myself.
I’d never liked having it done to me half as much as I liked it now, thick, callused, careful fingers making me feel just the right side of too full.
“Okay?” Cooper asked, which was when I realized I’d fallen silent, too overwhelmed to speak.
I nodded. “Fantastic,” I managed, tongue thick and clumsy, hips rocking in tight circles. I needed more, and I needed it now. “Cock. Now.”
Cooper chuckled, gaze trailing up my body to my face. He didn’t look smug anymore—his pupils were blown, his lips parted and glistening with spit. He looked like a man who was seeing something incredible.
If he didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to die.
“Now,” I repeated, almost hiding the needy whine in my voice.
Cooper propped me up on pillows wordlessly, handling me with the same care and ease he always did.
Tension coiled in the pit of my stomach as the mattress dipped and creaked under us as he moved, tightening to the razor edge of pleasure-pain as he hovered over me, kneeling between my thighs.
My skin was on fire, prickling all over, waiting for him to touch me again.