Chapter Eighteen
Having a four year old tag along on vacations is fun as hell, but man, I’m ready for a nap. Lily finally gained the courage she needed to make friends with the little girl in the kiddie pool next to us, so I snuck out for a few to come sit in the lounge chairs at the edge of the pool with Aubrey.
“You can tell her no. It’s okay.” She tells me, chuckling at my inability to do just that.
“But then I wouldn’t be the favorite.” I pout.
“I see how it is, I have to be the bad guy?” She crosses her arms over her chest and raises her eyebrow.
Shit. Answer this right, Keaton.
“I will always back you up, but if the question is whether or not I’ll play with her, it’s always a yes.”
She smiles sweetly at me, and then the moment is broken when a big splash covers both of us.
We look at the pool to find Lily standing at the edge of the wading pool, her hands over her mouth, trying to hold in her giggles.
“I want to swide ova thewe!” She points to a small water slide on the other side of the kiddie pool.
“Okay, love. Be safe and I’ll watch you.” Aubrey gives her permission.
She takes two steps away, then turns back to look at me.
“Come on, Coopa. We awe going swidin’.” She motions her hand back and forth between me and her.
“Oh right, of course, your majesty. How silly of me to not know that.” I shake my head at Aubrey, but the permanent smile on my face tells her I’m not annoyed in the slightest.
“Have fun.” She sing-songs after me.
“So much fun! Can’t wait for more fun tonight.” I toss a wink in her direction and bask in the blush on her cheeks because I definitely said that loud enough for the other people around to hear.
“Cooper!” She hisses.
I blow her a kiss before turning back to Lily and the slide she thinks that I might fit down.
Collapsing on the couch for the first time in what feels like the entire two days we’ve been here, I’m exhausted.
“How the heck do you do this every single day? By yourself?” I ask Aubrey.
We both sit silently on the couch, no TV, no music, no kid talking, nothing. It’s blissful. The only thing missing is the feel of Aubrey in my arms.
“Get over here.” I tug her into my lap so she’s straddling me.
“I’m so tired,” she says, leaning into me while I peruse her neck with my lips.
“Me too. But I need you.” I move to the other side of her neck and her head lulls back allowing me to continue.
“Do you know how great you are with her?” Her question makes me stop. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t do anything. I’m happy you think that. I’ve always wanted kids, but, you know, I’m a guy, that’s a weird thing to want right? To be a Dad? I never had dreams for anything else until I found a camera at a thrift shop.”
“I don’t think it’s weird. The world needs more men like you.
And it shows that you were meant to be one.
” She grasps my face in her hands, tilting my face up to hers.
“I’m glad I found you. For me and for Lily.
But I want you to know that if you ever can’t handle this, or me, or her, don’t stay because you feel like you have to. ”
“I’d never feel that way, Aubrey.” I reach up, kissing her. Letting my hands roam down her back, grasping her ass.
“I think we should move this to the bedroom. With a door. That locks,” she suggests.
A growl emanates from deep in my throat.
I don’t waste a fucking second getting her there.
Ready to rip off the very small scraps of fabric she calls a pajama set.
The shorts have a slit that come all up to her waist on the side for fuck’s sake.
I barely made it through the night last night when she put those on, but by the time Lily fell asleep, we were both toast.
I hold her to me by her ass, my hand slipping under the shorts and I realize she’s not wearing any freaking underwear. Flicking the lock on the door, I press her up against the door with my body.
“How attached are you to these?” I ask, fingering the hem along her magnificent tits.
“I just bought them!” She squeals.
“Good. That means I can buy you another pair.” I push into her pelvis with my hips and use both hands to grip at the corner of the fabric between her cleavage. I tug hard, tearing the hem then rip it the rest of the way revealing her to me.
“Shit. That was hot.” She moans.
Taking a handful of her tit I squeeze it, bringing her nipple to my mouth and suck. She’s rubbing against my cock, trying to relieve some of the built up tension.
“You’re so needy tonight, gorgeous. But I plan to take my time with you.” I switch my attention to her other nipple. “I want to savor every damn inch of your delectable body.”
“I don’t want you to.” She pouts. “I want you inside me. And now.”
“No can do, Queen. I’ve been deprived too long. I want to feast.”
I need to blindfold her. She’s too in her head about what she wants to happen, and her attention needs to be fully on what I’m doing to her. Walking her over to the bed, I place her at the end.
“Don’t move.” I fold her hands in her lap. “I’ll be right back.”
Running over to my suitcase, I dig around for something and find a tee. Rolling it, I walk over to her, standing between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide at the tee in my hands.
“I’m taking you out of that pretty little head of yours. Trust me?”
She swallows hard, her heart pumping fast under her creamy skin. “Yes.”
Leaning down, I kiss her lips before pulling away and wrapping the tee around her head, tying it in a knot.
I gently push on her shoulders so she’s laying down flat on the bed with her knees hung over the edge where she was sitting. Dropping to my knees, I pull her to me and nudge her knees wider.
“So wet for me already, are you ready for my touch?”
“Yes.”
Hesitating, I let the anticipation build for her, let her wonder when it’s coming. She tries to close her legs, but she’s met with my shoulders blocking her.
Putting her out of her misery, I swipe through her beautiful pussy with my finger, dipping inside her before circling around her clit. Her legs fly into the air, wrapping around me and trapping me face first into her.
“You want my tongue on that clit? I’m not ready yet. You’ll get my tongue when I’m ready.” Pushing back against her grip, her legs drop down my arms and back to the floor. I continue my perusal with my fingers until she’s dripping down onto my hand.
I kneel back, picking up one of her feet in my hands and kissing a trail up her calf and inner thigh before repeating the gesture on the other leg. She’s practically ready to jump off the bed. But I won’t give her what she wants just yet.
“Roll over and crawl up to the pillows. I want to see that glorious ass in the air.”
“Why is this so fucking sexy?” She mumbles through her pleasure.
“Because you are so damn perfect, I want to worship you for the rest of my life.” I slap her ass cheek, hard, leaving my handprint.
If I could tattoo that on her, to remind her that she’s mine, I would.
“I thought you were awkward with girls? Isn’t that what you told me?” She laughs. “This would prove otherwise.”
“You’re all woman, Queen. And you listen so well. Makes it easy.” I slap the other ass cheek, making her whimper as she collapses into the pillows. “Ass up.”
Gripping her hips, I pull her to me. Running my hand down her back, I help her get into the perfect position for exactly what she wants. I trace the curve of her back that rounds into the perfect globes of her ass.
Pushing up on her ass, I bring my mouth close to her pussy.
She sucks in a breath when the puffs of air from my breathing hit her.
She’s about ready to combust the moment I touch her.
Her ass wiggles in front of me and I dart my tongue out, quickly circling her clit before I nip it between my teeth.
“Fuck, Cooper!” Her screams are muffled by the pillow and thank God for that.
“I love when you scream my name.” I mumble around her clit.
She’s already pulsing around my fingers as soon as I slip them back inside her. She’s so damn close. Rubbing her G-spot and two swipes is all it takes before she’s screaming and writhing on the bed.
But I don’t stop to let her finish, I want her to keep riding it out into the next.
I one handedly get my shorts off, using my feet to shove them down as I continue to work her with my fingers.
I pull my tee over my head and climb on top of her.
Pulling a pillow, I slip it under her hips and flip her onto her back.
Slipping into her until I’m fully seated.
“I can’t. I need you to… It’s too much.”
“You’re going to give me another orgasm, gorgeous.” I pull out slowly and tease her by rubbing the head of my cock over her clit.
“Shit.” She bucks beneath me, trapped under my body.
Seeing her so worked up could undo me right here and now.
I’m as close as she is. I slip my tip back into her, pulsing in place for a minute before slamming into her hard and fast. I place my palm on her lower belly, pushing down to create an extra pressure for her.
Her moans fill the space. There is no pause, no stopping, just pure pleasure for her.
I look at the end table and don’t see a condom. Shit. I left them in my drawer… which is at my house.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask.
“What?” She breathes out.
“I don’t have a condom, and I don’t want to stop –”
“You better not fucking stop.”
“I don’t want to, but I need to know if you’re good with it.”
“I’m clean. And on the pill. Please. I need you to make me come.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I set back to my punishing pace. Barely hanging on by a thread and trying to recite the stats of my favorite baseball players in my head, but I can’t focus on anything other than the vice grip her pussy has on my bare cock.
“Cooper. Oh, God, Cooper!” She bites the pillow to stop her screams from filling the room. And that’s what sets me over the edge. My orgasm spills out of me, filling her, and dripping out mixed with her own. The two of us mingled together.
“Fuck, gorgeous. Fuck!” I bite her shoulder, then kiss away the pain. Beneath me she’s still. Languid and spent, but her pussy is still pulsing around my semi-hard dick still inside her.
“That was… My brain won’t work. Fucking amazing is all I’ve got.” She pants.
I collapse half on top of her, half on the bed next to her. I refuse to pull my dick out. I don’t want to lose her heat, or the feel of her just yet.
She turns to look at me. Swiping the hair out of her face, I kiss her. Slowly, sweetly.
“Can we do that again?” A mischievous grin takes over her face.
“Shit. I might need a minute. I think you pulled my soul out through my dick with that.”
She giggles at my response, but she flexes her muscles again around my cock. “I think we could do it.”
Then the little minx rolls over, and I groan at the loss of her. But not for long, she pushes me so that I roll to my back and descends on my cock with her mouth.
“Fuck, Aubrey,” I hiss at the surprise attack.
It only spurs her on more. Knowing that we’re not stopping, I pull her leg over and push her down onto my face so I can do the same.
I might die tonight. But I will sure as hell die a happy man.