19. Meghan #2
I hum in confirmation, and the vibration causes him to throw his head back against the door and let out another groan. His hips buck as he presses further into my mouth. It’s then that he loses control and starts to really fuck me, his hands in my hair, almost painfully gripping onto the strands.
It doesn’t take long for the saliva to drip from the corners of my mouth onto my exposed chest and my eyes to water. The sound of my mouth being pumped into fills the room and mingles with his grunts as he uses me to get himself off.
“Baby,” he gasps, “I’m going to come.”
He goes to pull himself out of my mouth, but before he has the chance, I place my hands on his ass cheeks and force him to explode in the back of my throat. I swallow the salty taste of him down and look up at him, our eyes connect as he stares at me with a look of wonder on his face .
Pulling back and out of my mouth, he strokes a thumb over my lips, moving the come dripping from the corner of my mouth back into it. “I can never last long with you,” he murmurs, helping me to my feet.
Once he’s pulled his boxers up and his shirt off, he lifts me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as my dress rides up and my bare pussy rubs against his stomach. Resting my head on his shoulder, he carries me upstairs to his bedroom.
“What just happened doesn’t get you off of the hook for your antics tonight, Meghan.” Cooper grunts, causing me to lift my head and look into his eyes for some sense that he’s messing with me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t get up to any antics tonight,” I reply coyly.
“Those guys you were dancing with…” His jaw clenches as he forces the words past his lips.
“It was just dancing with them. It meant nothing, I promise. And I apologized,” I exclaim, snuggling into his neck, dropping little kisses along the column of his throat before continuing, “I don’t want anyone else but you.
You satisfy all of my needs. That first night we danced and your hands were on my body…
” I let out a sigh of satisfaction just thinking about it.
“That was everything compared to tonight. You set me on fire, there was no reaction with them.”
He doesn’t respond to me and instead chuckles as he throws me onto the bed. I lay there staring up at the ceiling as he removes my shoes, dropping them on the floor at the end of the bed.
“Rules two and three…” I whisper into the room.
Cooper’s hand drags up my leg, resting it on my hip as he moves up my body and into my line of sight. He stares into my eyes, as if looking into my soul. His silence is loud as I wait for him to say something, anything, to reassure me that I’m getting too into my own head.
“I accept your apology. And for the record, I’m not interested in anyone else but you right now,” he says as he settles between my legs and leans on his forearms.
I feel a sense of relief at his words but immediately tell myself not to get carried away. His hands move my hair from my face, bringing me back to the moment before he presses a soft kiss to my lips.
My hands clasp his face and I bring his mouth to my own, returning his kiss, giving him a taste of his own salty release.
It doesn’t take long for the kiss to become heated and before I know it, we’re both lying naked in the middle of the bed, him having stripped me of my dress and himself of his boxers.
Cooper lifts my leg and I wrap it around his waist before his hard cock slips into my hot, wet and waiting pussy.
There’s no foreplay now, it's just us and this moment.
I moan into his mouth with satisfaction at the feeling of being filled by him as he keeps a slow and torturous pace, building up the tension inside of me.
This feels different .
Our bodies are connected and our mouths remain fused, our tongues tangling as we make love.
No, don’t get confused. This is just fucking.
I can’t afford to fall for him anymore than I already have—that’s just asking for heartache.
Cooper joins his hands with mine and moves them above my head, using the leverage it affords him to increase his depth. We continue like this, alternating between slow and sensual and hard and fast, for what could be five minutes or five hours.
If this is my punishment; I’d break the rules every day for the rest of my life to experience this. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. My body feels like it’s on fire at his touch.
When I get close to my release, Cooper slides out of me and I whimper with disappointment before his mouth covers my clit and he slides two fingers into my core, stealing the breath from me.
“Cooper…” I breathe out.
Oh God.
“You like that, baby? You like when I lick your pussy with my fingers deep inside you, fucking your tight little hole?” he grinds out, his warm breath rolls over my sensitive clit.
“God, yes. Yes, I love it. Don’t stop, please,” I beg, but the next thing I know, he does just that and stops.
The bastard!
Before I can protest, he flips me onto my stomach, lifts me onto my hands and knees, and slams back into me, setting off my orgasm. My pussy clenches around him as I scream into the sheets, my hands curling into the covers as my body spasms.
When I don’t think I can take anymore, his thrusts increase, becoming almost punishing, before he smooths his hand over my stomach and rubs my clit. I try to wriggle out of his reach, but it’s impossible in this position. I’m his prisoner.
“Cooper… I can’t take it anymore. Please, ” I beg him, getting only a dark chuckle in response.
His fingers continue their strumming on my clit and before I know it a pressure is building up inside me as I come for the second time. He thrusts into me a final time before he reaches his own release and comes deep inside me.
Collapsing onto the bed as he withdraws, he places a gentle kiss on my shoulder blade. I watch him from my position as he goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I hear the faucet running briefly, before he returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me up.
My body feels spent and, in all honesty, I’m content to just lie on his bed and watch him as he moves around the room, going over to the hamper and disposing of the cloth, turning off the bathroom light.
He saunters back to the bed in all his naked glory and lifts the covers, nodding for me to get in. I obey his silent command and shuffle—not so elegantly—up the bed to climb under the covers.
“We need to talk about protection in the morning,” he murmurs as his arms come around my waist and he pulls me closer to him.
I hum in agreement, because we do need to talk about it. I’m on the pill, but even I know it isn’t one hundred percent effective. Just as my eyes drift closed and I snuggle deeper into Cooper’s embrace. Rule six flashes through my mind.
No sleepovers.
I tell myself that I’m just going to close my eyes for five minutes before I leave.