26. Nese #2
I smile. “How about we tell everyone we’re helplessly devoted to each other.”
“Hopelessly,” he says. “The song from Grease is hopelessly…”
My hands slip around his neck. “I like my way better.”
He pulls away. “I don’t know. ‘Helpless’ conveys you don’t have any control over the situation. And I’m certain, for a damn fact, that you demand control in all aspects of your life.”
“Well, you got me there. But with you, it appears as if I can’t resist you. ‘Helpless’ fits us.”
“If that’s the case, I guess I’m free to do this?” He unzips my dress.
I giggle. “Seems like it.”
I shift my hips so he is able to take the dress off me. With care, he tosses it across the far arm of the sofa. “There. All safe. Now, let me look at you.”
His gaze sweeps over my matching blue bra and panty set. “Thought I should match the outer drapes.
“Damn, Nese.”
I wait for him to say something else, but his mouth is otherwise occupied by suckling at my nipple, through the cups of the bra. His teeth tug, which causes me to arch and give him greater purchase.
One hand slides around my back and the bra comes undone. “Uh, oh. Better put this by your dress. Don’t want it getting ruined either.” It joins the dress on the arm of the sofa.
With my boobs freed, he wastes no time in making them integral to this party. “Oh,” I moan. “Feels so good.”
I’m not lying, but I know what else would feel even better.
While he tends to my upper half, my fingers undo the belt around his waist and slip it through his belt loops.
The zipper on his dark wash jeans makes a gratifying noise as it lowers.
Frustrated I can’t remove them from this position, I order, “Off!”
“Impatient, aren’t we?”
I tilt my head again. “If you want to leave them on, I suppose you could take care of me and then I can call it a night. I was only being nice.”
His finger dips under the elastic at my leg. “Oh, when I pleasure your pussy, you’re not going to want to sleep afterwards.”
“Is this a promise or a threat?”
“It’s definitely a promise,” he growls. His hands move to the outside of my hips and he rips my panties off my body. “Oops. Looks like I added extra spice to your walk of pride.”
Laughing at his antics, I tease, “You’re the only one who will know this secret.
You’ll be able to touch me here.” I grab his hand and place it on my boob.
“And here.” I bring his other hand down to my pussy, begging for his attention.
“And here without any interference.” I lean forward and kiss him, hard, imparting my declaration of faithfulness absent words.
His tongue sweeps mine, in a fevered dance. Panting into my ear, he declares, “You’re mine forever, just as I’m yours.”
All talking ceases.
Placing me on my back, he licks and nips and kisses his way down to the juncture of my thighs. He laves my clit, causing my body to arch. “I’ve got you.”
Boy does he.
His finger enters my core while he strokes my bud, bringing me higher and higher until a bomb goes off inside me. On an inhale, I freeze, then scream as I go over the edge—to a pinnacle only he has ever taken me before. In my entire life, no one else made me feel so complete.
No one else ever will.
Now I want to feel him, naked, on top of me. My feet yank his jeans down his slim hips. Getting the message, he tugs them plus his black boxer briefs over his legs. Finally, he settles over my body.
My own legs wrap around his waist as my arms slide down his defined back to his ass. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“I live to serve you. Bring you pleasure.” His hand reaches down for my left ankle. “Be behind you to help you stand on your own two feet.” He kisses me, stealing all my breath away.
Before we can get down to business, I try to turn and hit the back of the sofa. I need more room. “Coop, let’s relocate to the bed where we have more space.”
“I’m not sure. Seems like I have you exactly where I want you. And I want you right this second.” Reaching down to his jeans on the floor, he grabs a packet, rips it open with his mouth, and rolls the condom over his straining cock.
Yet he doesn’t make another move. He waits for me to agree or demand we shift to the bed. He’s still giving me the power of choice. Could I love this man anymore?
“Since you’re so impatient, I’ll give in this time.” My hand plants on his muscular arm. “The next time, we’re going to be on the bed.”
“Hell yes!”
Without waiting a second, he thrusts into me, triggering explosions throughout my body.
As he pumps into my welcoming heat, he kisses me with such love that my head spins.
One tiny climax runs into another and an even bigger one.
Coop drives into me with pounding abandon, and I come yet again with a scream that could be heard in the next county.
Above me, he freezes then roars his completion.
I welcome his weight over me, rubbing his sweaty back.
He lifts his head. Panting, he murmurs, “That was one way to prove our love.”
“It sure was.” My lips seek his.
Who would’ve thought a girl from Gainesville—by way of a cult in Oklahoma—would end up in love with a rockstar?
But it isn’t the rockstar who has me. It’s Coop—the man behind the guitar. The one with the sharp mind, the quick wit, and the kind of empathy that saw me when nobody else did.
His fame doesn’t impress me.
Him?
He does.
Beneath his outer trappings, he’s the only man who I’d allow to control me. I’ll never trust any other soul with that kind of power.
Because he won’t.
He leans over me and kisses my cheek. Deep inside, a tingle of anticipation ripples. I struggle to extricate myself from the sofa. Standing over his droolworthy form, I say, “C’mon, Grandpa! We have to do that again!” I take off toward the bedroom.
His footsteps pound down the hallway behind me. “Believe me, that was only the appetizer course.”
In the bedroom, he proves it—slowly, thoroughly, like he has all the time in the world.
Maybe that’s the difference now.
We do.