CHAPTER SEVEN
“What does Cooper Callahan is doing in my Bed and Breakfast?” a beautiful black woman with the warmest smile I’ve seen in my life, says.
“Dawn, I’m glad you are the one behind the desk,” Cooper says.
I watch her frown as we get closer and see the bruises growing darker, and that he is leaning some of his body into me.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” She looks at me and I can tell by her face she is looking at the few visible cuts. “Are you okay, darling?” She asks me.
I’m nowhere near as hurt as Cooper, but neither of us left that chase unscathed.
“We are okay. We need a room to crash for the night. Nighty Night is one place no one dares to mess up with,” Cooper says.
“Because everyone knows what happens when they try something funny here. I’m always nice until I’m not and, well, you know Jeremy.”
“Yeah, I know. It is always the quiet ones.”
“That’s my husband,” she says it with so much pride we both smile.
In under five minutes, she makes a reservation and enters Cooper’s card information before giving us our card key. “Are you sure either of you need anything? More bandages? Food? Medicine?”
“A couple of bottles of water and some acetaminophen,” Cooper says, looks at the card and pulls me towards our room for the night.
“You got it.”
We take the stairs to the second floor and head to the left side of the building.
He stops in front of the door with the number four on it and taps the card.
The door opens and we walk inside. The room has a queen size bed and bench at the end of the bed.
Some of the hardwood floors creak under our weight.
I help Cooper take his jacket off and I check if I need to change the dress on his wounds.
He doesn’t need a doctor or a hospital visit as long as his wounds are clean and he stops bleeding.
I feel him watching me as I check on his dressing and the coloring of his bruises.
One thing about being the type of singer I am is that we have so many dance practices, I’m familiar with bruises and how tender they feel under my fingertips.
He grabs my wrist and stops me from checking the bruises I can see.
I turn around. I’m expecting he is going to tell me something, but what he does is kiss me.
Just a press of lips.
Some of the stress keeping my shoulders tight and back straight leaves.
“I’m okay.”
“I know, but I still want to check.”
“Should I take my shirt off?”
“What for?”
“For you to check the rest of my bruises and cuts.”
I nod. “That would be helpful.”
I help him get his shirt off when there’s a knock on our door.
I’m walking to the door, but Cooper grabs my arm and pulls me behind him.
He grabs the gun he has on his back and approaches the door.
He looks through the little hole in the door and sighs.
He opens the door but stays behind it. I see a young woman holding a basket with four bottles of water, a bottle of painkillers and packs of dried fruit, nuts and crackers.
“Ms. Lincoln asked me to deliver this to room four.”
I run to grab the basket and stop her from trying to get a view of a shirtless Cooper. That’s a sight only for me for however long he allows me.
“Thank you. We will not bother you all for the rest of the evening.”
“Oh, no worries. You can bother us at anytime,” she says, biting her lower lip.
I hear Cooper chuckle, but it dies when he sees my glare.
I turn, smile at her, thank her, and close the door.
I push the basket into Cooper’s arms, grabbing a towel, and close the bathroom door behind me.
He can check his own wounds or ask the staff member flirting shamelessly with him a second ago.
I don’t want to sleep in the same clothes we came in, so I wrap the silky robe at the back of the bathroom door before stepping out of the bathroom. Cooper watches my every move before sighing and heads to the bathroom. I make myself comfortable in the bed as I hear the shower run.
I’ve must have fallen asleep because I don’t remember hearing the shower turn off or the door opening.
I feel his weight beside me. I turn and see him wearing the other robe.
We stay silent for a few minutes before I feel his pinkie finger bumping into mine.
I bit of electricity runs from my finger to my elbow.
A few moments later, another of his finger touches mine and before I know it, he is making circles on the palm of my hand and I feel like I can’t breathe.
His fingers keep caressing mine and my palm until a teeny tiny moan escapes my mouth. It feels like time freezes between us. Next thing I know, he is straddling me and I almost go crossed eyes with how close his face is to mine.
“This is the moment you tell me you don’t want this. Tell me to get back to my side of the bed and to sleep.”
I watch myself in his eyes. Do I want him to go back to his side of the bed? Do I want this? What is this?
“What do you want?” I ask.
“I want to kiss you. I want to open this robe and see your naked body. I want to kiss, lick, and bite every inch of skin available to me. I want to sink myself into you. I want to bring you so much pleasure you stop thinking. I want you to moan my name. I want to make you mine. I want to touch you, taste you, and hear you. I want to convince myself that you are alive and in bliss.”
My breath catches in my throat at his words, the desire in his voice, the heat in his eyes, and the want in my body.
“I want to too, but I’ve never done this.”
“Never done what?”
“This; sex, lovemaking, fucking, whatever people call it nowadays.”
His gaze softens, and he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Then let me worship you. Let me show you how good I can make you feel. You can tell me to stop at any point. I will stop immediately. I won’t ever get mad or hurt. I just want to make you feel good, real good.”
I nod. He rubs his thumb on my lower lip before pushing it in. “Use your words Rosie.”
I feel my eyes go wide at him, using my nickname for the first time. Yes, it is also my stage name, but Rosie has been my nickname since I was a baby. It always feels different when my family, friends, members, and special people use it in private.
“I want you to make me feel good. Make my first time unforgettable.”
“I will.”
Cooper catches my lips between his, and I open for him. Not just my lips, but also my body and my heart. There’s no way back for me. However this ends up, I’m falling for him and I don’t want to do anything to stop it.
I touch the gauze covering the biggest cut on his left side. “Wait. You are hurt, Cooper. What if it opens more?”
He smiles and pecks my nose. “If you want me to stop, I will, but don’t worry about me. I’m not gonna bleed out.”
“I worry about you. Can I worry about you?” I may expose myself too much with that question, but it is out before I could stop myself.
“Of course you can.” He sits up on top of me, turns to show me the bandage before grinding onto me.
I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. The friction feels divine. He grabs my chin.
“See. The bandage didn’t budge and there’s no red seeping through. I’m more than fine and able to make you moan my name so much your voice goes hoarse.”
“Thank God I have no tour to get to because I would worry about losing my voice.”
“I’m sure you’ll get back on stage. Before that happens, let me show you pleasure you’ve never felt before.”
“If it hurts, promise me you’ll stop,” I plea.
He lowers his upper body close to me. “I will,” he says as he grinds on me.
I gasp and watch him gently tip my head back by my chin.
I feel his wet tongue making circles down my neck into my collarbones.
He pulls the top of the robe off my shoulders, pulls the belt off and helps me up to get my arms off the sleeves.
Part of the robe is still covering my lower body, but not for long.
He pulls the belt off his robe and throws both pieces of cloth onto the floor.
My breath hitches at his body. I know his torso is muscular and his arms muscle as defined both by exercise and his work as a mechanic back in his town.
I didn’t expect muscular thigh and sturdy legs. I also didn’t expect him to be so hard.
Whatever I want to say dies in my throat when I feel him touching my breast. His touch is gentle.
I gasp and look down. He has both of my nipples pinch between his thumb and index finger.
He flicks one and a spike if pleasure surges through my body.
Every time he does it, I gasp. I watch him as he lowers his head to my right breast and I grip his thigh with all my strength.
I moan as he sucks and licks until my breast is flush.
He does the same thing to my left breast and I buck into him.
After both of my breast are a shade of pink, he travels south, kissing and licking his way down.
He is now so close down there. I reach out for him as he opens my legs wider.
He runs his finger over me, rubbing on a spot outside of me that shoots electricity type of pleasure all over my body.
I feel myself getting wet, wetter than that day I learned how to ride his bike.
The moment his tongue touches me feel my back arching and my toes curling.
“You are so sensitive,” Cooper says into my thigh.
Next thing I know is that his face is deep into me, his tongue doing what his fingers did and more.
I can’t stop moaning. I try not to be too loud, but I don’t even know what’s an acceptable volume.
Right now, the only thing in my head is ecstasy and the overwhelming need to have him deep inside me.
To be wrapped around me so tightly I don’t know where my body ends and where he starts.
I lose myself in how wonderful everything feels when he adds two fingers to his tongue. I lost track of time, but I know that at some point the pleasure peaks until I feel it explode all over my body. One moment I feel my body tightening and the next one I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
My eyelids feel heavy, and Cooper is the one doing most of the kissing right now. It tastes different, not unpleasant, but foreign.
“Don’t fall asleep. You need to experience how good it feels an orgasm right after another,” he whispers into my ear before he gets off the bed.
I hear him rummaging in the bathroom before he is back on the bed.
“Up,” he says as he taps my hip. He puts a pillow under me before kissing me. He opens a square package and I watch him roll the condom on his member.
“If is too much, tell me.”
He guides himself and I gasp at the feeling of the covered head of his cock pushing into me.
I grab his arm fully, sinking my nails into his skin.
The rub of his cock pushing into me is in between pleasurable and painful.
I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel my mouth wide open, my back arch, and his push on my thighs to open my hips even more.
He stops moving and I feel like I can’t breathe.
“How are you feeling?”
“Stuffed.”
He chuckles. “That’s one way to put it. Does it hurt? Are you hurt?”
“Is a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
Cooper lowers himself to kiss me and the angle change not only pushes him deeper but it rubs something that makes me feel good.
I hold the back of his neck and while kissing him; I roll my hips.
We both gasp into the kiss. I roll my hips again and it feels so good that I moan.
He must have caught what my body is trying to do because he wraps one arm around my waist and, with his other hand, he grabs my thigh.
He scoops me up and off the bed. Turn us around and he is now sitting on the right side of the bed, me on top of him.
He helps me fold my legs beside his thighs so my straddling is comfortable.
I roll my hips again and again until I find a rhythm.
This is the first time being out of breath feels so good.
I grab his shoulders for support and push myself up.
Feeling him sliding out and then in as I sit down on his lap makes me giddy.
The sensation is so good I keep going up and down.
He lays his hand on my hips tenderly, but doesn’t push me to pick up the speed.
He rubs comforting circles with his thumb and praises me.
“You look so good, Rosie. I now understand why concert stages are higher than where the people sit. The view from down here is much better.”
I smile and bit my lower lip to stop the groan coming out of my mouth when his mouth covers my breast. I want more but I can’t find the words to say it. I whine, hoping he could understand through my body language what I want.
He stops me from going up. “Are you hurt?”
I blink the haze over my eyes and look down at him. “No, why?”
“You whined.”
“Because I’m frustrated.”
“Why you feel frustrated?”
“I want more. I want to hit that high again and I can’t seem to get there.”
“Want me to help you?” I kiss Cooper’s smirk before whispering a yes.
He scoots us back and completely lays down on the bed. I fumble, trying to find where to hold on until I feel his thighs behind me. I grab them right on cue as he grips my hips, pushes me up and thrust into me with so much strength it knocks the air out of my lungs.
In no time, I’m reduced to moans and the only words I can say are yes , Cooper. More , Cooper. Harder , Cooper.
When I come so hard, I see white. I know I passed out for a second. I hated when dance practice and concert practice were so grueling that we often passed out from exhaustion. But if this level of ecstasy is the reason I pass out, I don’t mind at all.
I’m in and out of sleep as he heads to the bathroom. He comes back with a bowl filled with water and a towel. I close my eyes while he cleans the sweat and other body fluids off my skin and only opens them the next morning, my body covered with the same robe he took off.
Cooper Callahan is nowhere in sight.