Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
SUTTON
“A similar one.” Cooper runs the tip of tongue from the right to center of his lips before tugging his heavier—almost like it’s been stung by a bee or freshly kissed—bottom lip between his teeth. “I—”
Without skipping a beat, three words roll off my tongue. “I love it.” I do, even though it makes me miss the original one. It’s been gone for years. Forgotten somewhere in a trash dump by now. “Thank you, boyfriend.”
Cooper comes alive at that. Eyes sparking to life, clear and brighter than the stars in the sky above us. A relaxed and boyish smile stretches into blushing cheeks. Appreciative and wondrous and one-hundred percent mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My heart beats the chant. My brain doesn’t let any other thoughts. My lungs breathe in him and this moment. My body…my body needs him.
I crunch my shoulders up, kissing him possessively, running a hand through his hair. Finding, seizing, every opportunity to bring our bodies closer together.
His kiss, his touch, none of it is enough.
When Cooper matches my intensity, my body rejoices.
With how the atmosphere around us is buzzing, pulsing and heating up, you’d think it’s mid-summer. There’s a desperation that surges between us.
Cooper hits pause to climb out of the car, picking me up like a koala and carrying me to his room through the empty house. Kicking the bedroom door shut behind him, he sits me on his bed. Standing at the end.
I pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in a basic camisole-style bra. He stares at me, running a hand along his stubbled jaw as if he’s in disbelief. Heated, transfixed eyes roam over me. “You’re so beautiful.”
I reach for his shirt. Trying to simultaneously bring him to me and push it up his torso at the same time. “Cooper—”
“You sure?” he asks.
“More than I’ve ever been.”
Cooper pulls his sweater over his head, careful with one sleeve. Pinching the sleeve and folding it. He leans down to take off his socks and stands to unbutton his jeans. I don’t think the slow stripping is intentionally a tease, and I’m not trying to be impatient…I just need him. Want him.
He stretches a hand out to me, and I climb off the bed, standing before him as he kneels in front of me. Hands slip into the top of my leggings, his warm mouth presses a kiss to my stomach.
As my pants work down my legs, Cooper appears to be surprised to find nothing underneath. His brown eyes flick up to me through thick lashes.
“No more underwear stealing.”
He lets out a husky laugh against my skin, and it shoots a thrill through my body that lands between my legs.
Cooper kisses up my body, then gently—damn, he’s stupidly good at this—lays my body down on the bed.
With one swift kiss to my mouth, he’s lost between my legs. It doesn’t take long for me to dive headfirst into pleasure.
After, he kneels between my legs, reaching into his side table to get a condom. The box is unopened, and he groans impatiently getting the plastic off.
Stupidly, I ask, “Going through so many, you needed a new box for this?”
He freezes. I freeze, too.
“Sutton.” Cooper repositions himself to hover over me. The box discarded, tossed to the floor, he sweeps his hand caringly along my jaw. “Just so we are clear, I haven’t bought or needed these in years. There hasn’t been anyone since March freshman year.”
I blink. That’s…that’s when my last boyfriend and I broke up. “Two years?” I whisper for no reason. “But—”
“There’s no one else I’ve wanted. No one else is Sutton Davis.”
Do not cry. I repeat the mantra.
Cooper is a sea softly dousing a beach, and I’m the sand waves dribble into. Our tide, our friendship, our everything harmonious. Working together instead of pushing and pulling.
I lean forward to kiss him. I’ve never wanted this, or Cooper, more.
He smiles against me in our next kiss. “I.” Kiss. “Know,” he says as if he’s reading my mind. Maybe, scratch that, I feel confident saying he feels the same way.
Cooper reclines, leaning back on his heels. Quads flexed and…my words fall away as my gaze finds him rolling a condom down his lengthy and extremely hard dick.
My eyelids flutter with a bolt of nerves. I have to use my mouth and hand with him, how the hell am I supposed to…
“I’ll go slow,” Cooper reassures me.
“Wouldn’t fast and just shoving it in be better?” Telling myself not to make a stupid retort seconds ago doesn’t work this time.
He bursts out laughing, gazing down at me like he doesn’t know what to do with me sometimes. “No.”
Repositioning himself between my legs, I swallow when the tip nudges at my entrance.
I watch him the entire time, never letting my gaze drop to where he is, just as he said, inching into me slowly.
Cooper hisses, jaw taut and eyes fluttering closed.
He is forced to take a deep inhale with the next inch.
“You okay?” I check in.
I don’t understand what comes out of his mouth. It blends and ends on a hiss, but I take it as a yes. He then asks me the same question.
I can sense how flushed my skin is, feel how full I am. “I want all of it, Superstar.”
Cooper curses and bottoms out. Pausing. “Give me a minute,” he requests. He curses again. His eyes roam over me and catch on my bra. “Why is that still on? Take it off.”
I slip out of it, the wiggling has us both cursing, and I whimper.
“Might have been a bad decision, but dear lord, Sutton. Pretty. So Perfect.”
“Your minute is up,” I say desperately.
Cooper smiles. Pulls out, then pushes back in. He does this a few times, continuously making sure I’m okay.
I appreciate the sweetness, but I need more. I need him to—I say it instead, “Shut up, and fuck me, Cooper. Like you have in your dreams.”
A slow, lazy smirk works its way up his mouth.
He picks up his pace, but I can tell he’s still being gentle, careful, and I can appreciate that.
It doesn’t surprise me how good this is, but what catches me off guard is how complimentive Cooper is.
Continuously telling me how beautiful I am between other praises.
“Can you come like this?” he asks.
I haven’t before. My ex and I only had sex a handful of times, and it was never anything like this. My body has never felt so alive, stimulated, and worked up before. “I want to.”
My eyes shut as I try to focus on getting there.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
They flutter open, burning into his. “Will you help me?”
“That does something to me, baby. Hearing you ask, wanting my help to come.” He thrusts into me hard. Pulling one of my legs up, resting my ankle on his shoulder. “You have no clue the hold you have over me.”
“Cooper.”
“Say it again.”
“Cooper,” I repeat. His name is a plea on my tongue.
My insides clench around him, and I know I’m close. This wave he’s already talked me through before is on the horizon, working its way through me.
He senses it too. Picking up his pace. Gripping my hips to tilt them where he’s the deepest he’s been yet, and I’m not sure how I could become even fuller. The position grinds me into him in a spectacular and mind-bending way.
“Sutton,” he whimpers. “I need you to—”
My body is the violin he’s playing because with that, I let go. Cooper thrusts three more times before his back muscles flex, and he lets go with my name on his tongue. Once we both can breathe normally again and the condom is disposed of, he pulls me into him.
“Stay the night?”
“Only because it’s your birthday tomorrow,” I joke.
He kisses my temple before climbing out of bed.
I watch his tight butt as he walks to the bathroom, flipping on the light. “Come brush your teeth and wash your face. I don’t need you mad at me on your first full day as my girlfriend.”
In the bathroom, he pulls out a container of my favorite skin and hair care products. “This is new.”
“I wanted you to be comfortable here.” I already am. Comfortable, safe, and at home.
I wrap my arms around his waist. “Wow. You are so in love with me.”
He close-mouth laughs, but says nothing and instead reaches for his toothbrush to brush his teeth.