Chapter 38
COOPER
Iknew that sending Amara to the spa was going to result in her coming back in a better mood. She’s always happier after she’s been with her friends.
What I wasn’t expecting, however, was my brain zeroing in on her fresh, light pink nails.
“What’s your problem?” she chuckles nervously as she sets her purse down, greeting Fluffernutter.
I’ve been on the couch watching reruns of the same game shows I’ve been watching for five hundred years. Getting up, I stalk over to her, watching as realization hits her.
I cage her against the counter, watching her breathing grow shallow.
“How was the spa?” I ask, kissing her neck.
“What are you doing?” she mutters breathlessly.
“Just asking how my wife did at the spa, that’s all.” I nibble at her ear.
She pulls back, looking me in the eye. “This feels planned.”
I salute her. “It wasn’t. Scout’s honor.”
“Then what’s got you all hot and bothered?”
“Do you want the honest answer?” I ask.
“Always.”
“I saw your nails and immediately thought of how pretty they’d look wrapped around my cock.”
I watch her resolve crumble in an instant, blush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks.
“Be a good boy and go sit down.”
There is no please, and there doesn’t have to be.
Amara can boss me around anytime, anywhere.
Following orders, I sit on the couch, watching as she goes to the bar, making her cherry old fashions. She hands one to me before turning off the light and taking a seat next to me.
I look up. “Why did you turn off the lights?”
My phone instantly buzzes, and I check it quickly.
It’s Leo.
Stalker across the harbor
You guys suck so much.
Amara hides a smirk.
“Fine. I’ll get curtains,” I grin, rolling my eyes.
“How was your day?” she says, her voice light.
I don’t trust it.
“It was good. Got some things done while you guys were gone. Did some physical therapy. Finger is coming along great. Just another few weeks until they can clear me.”
She nods, but I can tell she’s not actually taking in any of the information I’m giving her.
My eyes narrow. “How many drinks have you had?”
“Several.”
“How many?”
She counts. “There were around four glasses at the spa.”
I nod, just about to continue on, when suddenly Amara is in my lap. “You know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the other day,” she says.
I put my drink on the side table before hooking my thumbs at the fold of her thighs. My mouth waters at the prospect of getting another taste of her.
“What about it?”
“The way you fucked me slowly,” she says, her eyes on my lips.
I smile wickedly. “Is that so?”
She nods, taking a sip of her drink.
I move forward, kissing her shoulder, her chest curving against mine.
“Interesting.”
My fingers move upward, playing with the waistband of her pants.
Amara’s eyes glitter with mischief, her perfectly manicured fingers gripping her glass tightly as she takes a slow drink, her eyes never leaving mine.
Putting her glass down, Amara leans in, her fingers gripping my hair at the base of my neck and tugging down.
I open my mouth in shock, but only a slow, tortured whimper escapes.
With a smirk, Amara grazes her nose over mine before spitting her drink into my mouth.
My cock swells in my pants, desperate for friction as her hips rock over me. I swallow the alcohol, letting it burn all the way down.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur as she picks up her glass.
I take off my shirt before ripping off hers, the feel of her skin on mine sending me into a state of ecstasy. She rolls her hips, and a small, strangled sigh leaves my lips.
Looking down at the small space between us. Amara takes a sip, swallowing it this time, but before she puts the glass back down, she spills some on me.
“What the—” it’s cold, but when Amara dips down, her tongue running up my ab muscles and onto my chest. My body instantly feels like it’s on fire.
“Holy shit, you’re a dream,” I tell her, watching her drop to her knees in front of me.
Without a word, she unbuttons my pants, and with my help, she gets them down my legs, my cock springing out of my boxers.
Amara licks her lips, and before I can tell her she doesn’t have to, her fingers are wrapped around it, turning slightly as she strokes me.
“Holy fuck—” I whimper, throwing my head back.
But it’s nothing compared to her warm lips wrapping around the tip of my cock, her eyes watching me intensely as she lowers herself until I hit the back of her throat. A moan rips out of me, and I fist her hair, pulling her back as she gags on my length.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“You can take it, can’t you, Sweetheart?” I purr, watching pure, unbridled passion flash in her eyes.
Amara’s tongue juts out to swirl around my tip, and I suck in an unsteady breath, my hips nearly coming off the seat. She looks down, studying her work.
“No,” I say breathlessly, “Eyes on me.”
I watch as her hand grips me as I fuck her mouth, and when I feel the familiar pressure building, I nearly curse.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Sweetheart. God, I’m about to come. Can you open your mouth for me?”
Without question, Amara sits back on her knees, her mouth open with her tongue out as I stroke myself, trying not to let my eyes roll back so I can watch her take my come on her tongue.
My body tenses as I come, and Amara laps it up like she’s been desperate for it for decades. Her eyes never leave mine as she licks her lips, cleaning up every little bit of it.
There’s something so dirty, yet perfect about the act, and somehow, I’m nearly ready to go again.
But for now, I’ve got other ideas.
Pushing her slightly, she plops down on the couch, watching me with curiosity as I pull off her pants.
I lick my lips, sitting between her legs as I look at the feast in front of me. “Remember that time I stayed in your guest room?” I ask her, holding her fiery gaze.
Her breathing is labored as she nods, biting her lip.
“I heard you that night.”
I watch as realization dawns on her.
“The whimpers. The sighs.” I smirk. “Show me what you were doing to yourself, Sweetheart.”
Her eyes close, her fingers instantly tracing her skin, light as a feather, until they reach her clit.
“Just like that, Amara. But I want you to look at me while you touch yourself.”
Her eyes are clouded with lust as they meet mine, and I watch as her back arches, her perfect tits in the air as her fingers circle her clit, her breathing stilted.
I thought she couldn’t look more perfect than she did on our wedding day, but I was so wrong.
“What were you thinking about that night?” I ask, nearly panting. She’s taken my breath away.
“I wanted you,” she moans, her mouth hanging open as her eyebrows pull together. Her hair splays around her like a halo.
Her fingers start moving faster and faster, and I can’t take it anymore. Sitting up, she watches me as I take two fingers and press them into her. She gasps, and when I curl my fingers upward, I watch as she completely loses it.
Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and I grin, watching her body convulse in pleasure.
And when she comes down, I retreat, locking our eyes as I place my fingers onto my tongue.
I’ve never tasted anything better in my whole life.
But I’m not done with her.
“Hands on the couch, ass in the air,” I demand, gently grabbing her waist and turning her. I kneel behind her, and within seconds my tongue is in her soaking wet cunt, her cherry perfume and the sweet smell of her pussy making my head swirl.
I sit back and admire the view. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Her hot, bare cunt soaked just for me.
How did I get so fucking lucky?
Eyeing her drink, I get an idea. I place my tongue at her entrance as I pour a little of it down her ass, lapping it up as I eat her out, my tongue venturing higher to the tight hole I won’t even attempt to venture to until she begs me.
But with the way her legs quiver, I think she likes my tongue there.
“Fuck Amara, I don’t think I’ve tasted anything better,” I mutter, slapping her ass before diving in for more.
She cries out this time, her knees buckling.
I move to wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping her up as I bury my tongue inside of her, my thumb coming around to slowly rub her clit.
“Coo—Cooper,” she moans, losing control.
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
“P—please. I need more.”
I drag my tongue up her cunt and over her ass one more time, biting her hip for good measure before standing.
She follows me on unsteady feet, and even with glassy eyes, she pushes me down onto the couch.
“I have one ground rule for this,” Amara whispers as she climbs on top of me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
My cock is aching with every second that goes by, and I wonder how she can fucking stand it.
I grip her hips, getting impatient.
“And what may that be?”
She licks her lips, suddenly looking… almost shy.
Amara Flores, shy? With the way she was talking to me the other day?
She sinks down onto me, and I hiss in a breath, my fingers tightening around her.
“I want you bare, and I want you to fill me with your cum, okay?”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She’s on birth control, I know that.
But the weird, crazy side of me goes crazy. Would it be so fucking bad if I put a baby in her? I go lightheaded at the thought.
“Yeah? You want this cunt filled with me, Sweetheart?”
She nods, raising up before slowly lowering herself again.
“Show me how bad you want it,” I whisper, watching her unravel at my words.
My whole body goes numb, and all I can feel is her.
The way she pants. The way she says my name. The way she shudders at my touch. It’s all intoxicating.
Amara’s pace picks up, and I can feel the pressure build. “Tell me what you need, Sweetheart.”
“I need you to talk to me,” she rasps, her fingers clawing at my chest.
“Talk dirty to you? Fuck, I wasn’t aware that you were such a dirty little slut for me, Amara.”
She cries out, and I know I’m hitting the mark. “Atta girl, you’re taking me so fucking well. Look at you.”
“I—I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and I let her set the rhythm to whatever she needs it to be.
“You’re doing so well, Sweetheart.” I moan, nearly there myself.
It’s when I kiss her nipple that she comes undone, her cunt clamping down on me, sending my body into complete bliss as I come with her.
She keeps going, making sure to squeeze every last drop out of me before resting her forehead on mine.
I smirk. “You really do get horny when you drink, don’t you?”