10. Cooper #2
Her hands are splayed across my chest and as they slide up to push my suit jacket down my arms, I remove my hands from her hips.
Shucking off the jacket, it drops to the floor, instantly forgotten.
Breaking our kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the small space between us before I remove her glasses.
As soon as they’re gone, I capture her lips again, unable to resist.
Her delicate fingers remove my already loose tie and then move onto the buttons of my shirt. She struggles with them, her fingers shaking, with what I hope is her need, so I brush her fingers away and make light work of undoing and discarding the shirt.
Standing between her legs, with my shirt off and her hands fumbling as she undoes my belt, I stare down at her, moving a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes lift to mine in question, her hands still, and she sucks in a breath.
I could look at her all day.
She’s a vision with her skirt around her hips and her perfect pussy glistening up at me as it drips onto the polished wood of the table. I want to touch and taste every inch of her.
I don’t want her to regret this .
I want her to want me as much as I want her.
It’s my turn to fumble with the buttons of her blouse now, like a teenager about to get his first touch of tits.
Perfect tits . She has perfect, perky tits .
Halfway through undoing her shirt, I give up and pull it apart, causing the last few buttons to fly off.
My need for her has grown, and it feels like everything is happening far too slowly.
She gasps at the unexpected move before releasing a soft giggle and going back to her task of pulling my belt through the loops of my pants.
Underneath her shirt, she’s wearing a camisole top and in my desperation to touch her, I pull it down–along with her bra cups.
Taking a second to commit to memory the plump, perfectly round breasts in front of me, I cup them and roll her erect nipples between my thumb and finger.
Meghan lets out a deep, guttural moan of satisfaction as her eyes flutter closed and her head tilts back. Resting on her palms, she presses her chest further into my hands, arching her back. She looks like a goddess, with a flush setting across her cheeks and her mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ shape.
I’ve never been more g rateful for the fact that we’re alone in the office.
I lower my mouth to her right nipple and suck on the engorged tip before flicking it with my tongue, moving on to her left before I go back to the right one.
She squirms on the table, trying to find her release.
I’m in no rush, wanting to savor the moment, and so take my time playing with her breasts and turning her nipples into sensitive little buds.
“Your breasts are perfect. I could get off just playing with them,” I murmur while palming them.
Meghan brings her hazy eyes to mine as I scrape her right nipple with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. Her fingers slide through my hair, gripping the strands, encouraging me to continue.
Unable to resist the urge to feel her, and wanting to give her a little relief, I glide one hand down her smooth, flat stomach toward paradise.
She lets out a barely audible whimper as I run a finger through her slit and over the sensitive nub of her clit.
Momentarily, her grip tightens in my hair as her head drops forward onto my shoulder and she rolls her hips, begging for more.
“You’re soaked for me, baby.”
Sliding a finger into her tight pussy, I give her a moment to adjust to being filled before I pump in and out of her.
She covers me with her arousal, giving me enough lubrication to be able to add another finger.
Squeezing around me, I place my thumb on her clit and begin moving it in circular motions, as my mouth captures her nipple, grazing it with my teeth.
A breathy gasp escapes from her swollen lips.
Damn, she’s so tight.
“Please…”
Pulling away from her chest, I stand to my full height, looking down at her glazed eyes. “Does that feel good? You like how my fingers fill your tight pussy?”
She nods in response as our eyes remain locked and her tongue darts out to swipe across her parted lips. My fingers continue the slow in and out motion into her slick pussy. It’s like time has stood still and I can finally breathe—she’s given me the strength to breathe.
“Don’t stop,” she rasps, pulling herself out of our trance.
My thumb continues its movements, slowly increasing the pressure on her clit. My fingers twist in and out, stretching her. Getting her ready for me.
“I’m so close…”
Capturing her mouth with my own, I swallow down her now muffled scream of release. As she comes on my fingers, her walls clenching around them, I realize I can’t wait to be inside her anymore.
I make quick work of unzipping my trousers and push them and my boxers down, releasing my achingly hard cock. Her eyes are focused on me and the movement of my hand as I pump myself twice in an effort to bring myself back from the edge.
Stepping between her spread legs, I run the tip of my cock through her slit, watching in fascination as it becomes wet with her arousal.
“I’ll go slower and give you more next time, baby… right now, I need to be inside you,” I say, my voice rough and breathless as I look down at her.
I pump myself once more before moving her now loose hair out of her face and leaning down to capture her luscious mouth. The gesture is intimate, probably too much for a quick fuck on a conference room table.
It’s not just a quick fuck though .
It has to be.
That’s all we can ever be.
Our tongues tangle as I slowly enter her. Moving my right hand from her thigh, I pinch her nipple before continuing on my journey to lightly grasp her throat. Pulling away from her mouth, I release her throat and look at the mark I made on her neck.
Some sort of primal need builds inside of me and I barely contain the need to pound on my chest and shout out that she’s mine.
Instead, I cover the mark with my hand again, and maintain eye contact with her so I can react straightaway if she doesn’t like it.
Her eyes are heavy and filled with nothing but pleasure and the little whimpers she’s making as I thrust in and out of her at a steady pace, tell me she’s enjoying this as much as I am .
Briefly breaking eye contact, I look down at where our bodies meet, watching my cock go in and out of her wet, hot core. Her liquid is glistening on my bare cock and it ignites an almost primal feeling in me as my pace increases.
A flicker of something passes through my mind as I watch where we’re joined, but it disappears before I can grasp it. Seeing us connected is probably my new favorite thing, and it’s hard for me to think coherent thoughts when I’m deep inside of her. My heart rate kicks up with every thrust.
The feelings she ignites in me, not just when we’re fucking, are so different to anything I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s maddening the effect she has on me.
How my gaze seeks her out in a room, how I always want her near, and how I feel a crazy amount of anger toward any man who so much as glances in her direction.
When her eyes flutter closed, I move my hand from her throat to grab her chin and kiss her.
With an arm around her waist, I bring her closer to the edge of the table, my chest pressing to hers.
The feel of her hot, slick skin against my own ignites a fire inside of me and I part my lips, forcing hers to open.
Her tongue darts out to tangle with my own again, as we kiss in a frenzy.
It’s as if this is the only way we can survive, me buried deep inside of her and our mouths fused together.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want you to feel every—” Thrust . “—Part—” Thrust . “—Of—” Thrust . “—Me.” Thrust . I growl against her lips, holding eye contact. With my hands on her hips, I’m pounding into her forcefully and the sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room.
“Please… Cooper… I… I need to… Oh God, I’m… ” Meghan gasps.
“Say it again… say my name,” I breathe out as a command. My voice is gruff and demanding.
“Cooper…” she exhales in a whispered pleading breath.
Fuck, I think that’s my new favorite sound — my name on her lips .
Taking my thumb, I move it to her clit and start rubbing her gently, bringing her closer to her completion. I can tell she’s nearly there and that it won’t take long for the combination of my thrusts in and out of her and the circular motion of my thumb to tip her over the edge.
I can feel the little spasms of her pussy clenching around me as I thrust into her.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I demand, slowing my pace right down, so it’s almost agonizingly slow.
She looks up at me in confusion. I shouldn’t have any demands over her body, but I need her to say that one word.
I want all of her to belong to me .
“Tell me,” I growl as I remove my hand from her clit and stop thrusting completely. I rest my forehead on hers as I hold her gaze, my hands in fists resting on the table top.
“Cooper, please… I’m so close, don’t stop now,” she begs, her gaze searching mine as she rolls her hips, urging me to move.
My jaw clenches as I tell myself to calm down. “Then tell me who you belong to.” I rasp the command, my cock still buried inside her tight, hot pussy.
I honestly had no clue I had this much self-control.
“You… I belong to you,” she whispers, with no reluctance whatsoever in her tone.
“Good girl,” I praise and resume my movements. Rubbing her clit as I kiss her plump lips, I work her up again, the pace of my thrusts building.
It doesn’t take long to bring her back to the edge.
I could never have enough of this .
Never have enough of her .
She lets out a strangled moan as she comes and her pussy grips my cock in a stranglehold, setting off my own as I shoot my come deep inside of her. My teeth dig into her shoulder with the force of my orgasm and I pray that I’ve left another mark on her.
Made her mine.
Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I gulp in lungfuls of air as I try to bring my breathing back to a regular rhythm. My body’s covered in a layer of sweat and my legs feel weak from the force of my orgasm. I place a soft kiss over her already bruising skin, trying to keep my smug smile at bay.
Unsure of what I’ll see on her face when I pull away, I suck in a breath and steel myself for her reaction now that we’re out of the moment. I’m expecting she’s going to be pissed at the marks I’ve left on her skin, or at least still in her post-orgasmic haze .
What I don’t expect is for her to not even give me a chance to ask if she’s okay, before she shoves me away from her and gathers her clothes.
“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that,” she mutters as she runs from the room.
I stay rooted to the spot as she runs away.
Again .