Chapter 17
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
ELLERY
“That depends. Do you have something to tell me?” I ask Cooper.
My heart beats harder as I wait for him to answer.
We’ve denied this for so long. I’m the one who made him promise we’d only ever be friends because I was so scared.
The feeling of losing him was too great to bear, but after Bradley put a wedge between us and I almost did lose him, I’m done keeping him at arm’s length.
“Elle, you know I love you.”
“I know you do.”
He slides closer, taking the blanket from my lap and placing his hand on the side of my face, his thumb running along my cheek. “There’s no turning back,” he whispers, his lips growing closer.
“I know.”
“As much as I want to promise if we don’t work out, I’ll still be your best friend, I can no longer guarantee that.”
I nod. “I know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Coop?”
He doesn’t say anything but waits for me to speak again.
“Kiss me.”
That panty-melting smile with both dimples transforms his face. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Inch by inch, breath by breath, second by second, he moves closer until his lips are on mine. Tentative at first, as if he’s dipping his toes in a pool to feel the temperature.
All the anxiety that had been racing through my veins disappeared. All the worries that it would feel like I was kissing a brother vanished. All the nerves that he wouldn’t want me are burned away in the fire. From the briefest of touches, it’s there, the electricity we’ve been denying for years.
“Fuck, Elle.” He says my name like a prayer as his hand slides to the back of my head, tilting it how he wants and diving in for a deeper kiss.
I open my mouth for him, and he slides his tongue in, exploring. When our tongues glide together, the best sound erupts from his throat as his hand tightens on my neck and his lips press firmer.
I cling to his arms, never wanting him to leave me, then I slide down the couch as he spreads my legs with his thigh.
The yoga pants I’m wearing do nothing to block the feeling of his large bulge against my core.
Our lips turn frantic, and I can’t get close enough to him, my hands roaming up under the hem of his shirt.
He takes it by the collar and pulls it over his head, throwing it to the side.
I’ve seen Cooper’s stomach plenty of times. Hell, the world has seen his stomach, but I allow the tips of my fingers to ghost down the dips and valleys of his abs. “God, you are…”
His head falls to the crook of my neck, sprinkling teasing kisses along my jaw and neck. “It’s always been you, Elle. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
His breath causes a shiver to run up my spine.
“Damn, you feel so good over me,” I say as his hands slip under my sweater, crawling up my belly. I arch my back off the couch in anticipation of him palming my breast, but instead, he runs his finger under the wire of my bra.
“I feel like a fucking teenage boy with how bad I want to touch your tits.”
He reaches behind me with one hand, and I lift for him to unclasp my bra, loosening it around my chest. He lifts the sweater to my neck, nudging my bra out of the way, and takes my nipple into his mouth. Electric currents course through my body.
“Coop,” I say, hurriedly stripping off my shirt and bra so he can touch, suck, lick, or do whatever he wants to do to my breasts.
He helps me, then stares at my naked chest. “I’ll never have enough of these.”
With one hand, he runs his finger and thumb along my nipple as his mouth licks and sucks my other breast. My legs widen, the ache of needing him inside me almost too much to bear.
“I’m not sure how long I can hold on, so…” He wiggles down my body, taking my leggings with him. Off the couch, he stands to remove my socks and leggings.
I take the opportunity to unbutton and unzip his jeans, leaving him in his boxer briefs. His hand cradles my head as I palm his erection through the thin fabric, staring up at him.
“That photo shoot was so hard. I was so hard,” he confesses, and I laugh.
“Arousal is easier for girls to hide.”
“I almost went back to your dressing room and fucked you senseless.”
I give him a mock stern look. “Bradley wouldn’t have liked that.”
He dips so his forehead rests on mine, and I slide my hands up his thighs and under the edge of his underwear.
“Never say his name again, especially when your hand is on my dick.”
I giggle. “Deal.”
I fist him with one hand, pulling the elastic waist down with the other until it falls to his ankles.
His head falls back, and he sighs as I pump him in my hand.
There’s something powerful about having his orgasm in my hands.
This heartthrob of a man who women dream of is standing naked in front of me.
“You keep that up, and I’m gonna come.”
I lean forward and lick his length from bottom to top before sucking on the tip of his dick.
He pulls his hips back so I can’t reach him.
“I’m definitely gonna come if you do that.
” He falls to his knees, denying me, and widens my legs with his hands on my inner thighs.
“This is where I was headed before you interrupted me.” He runs one knuckle over the wet silk of my black thong.
“Damn, Elle, just when I think I can’t get any harder. ”
His finger dips under the elastic and runs down my core, and my breath lodges in my throat.
I grab his wrist to stop him from getting me off too soon.
He chuckles and thrusts a finger inside me while his thumb plays with my clit in a torturous circular motion.
I ride out the pleasure, and his other hand molds to my tit, grabbing it in a forceful manner and pinching my nipple.
I rock against his hand, my fight to hold off dying as I ride out my orgasm.
“Beautiful.” He sounds mesmerized. Cooper gets up and kisses my lips. “Just like I always imagined when I jacked off.”
He reaches under my ass, picks me up with what seems like little effort, and his lips find mine again. Our kiss is still as needy and frantic as he walks us to the bedroom. Gently setting me on the bed, he stares down at me. No one has ever made me feel so wanton with just a look.
His dark eyes travel down my body and back up, lids heavy. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you be mine.”
He tears my thong from me and climbs onto the bed, over top of me. The tip of his cock hovers at my opening, pushing in a bit.
“Ah.” I rise up on the bed a little. “Condom?”
“And that’s why you’re the doctor and I’m the football player.” He crawls off me, then stills. “I don’t have one.”
Disappointment seeps into my pores. We’ve gotten this far.
I mean, I’ve been tested and I’m sure he has, but I’m not on birth control, and I’ve seen how ineffective the pull-out method is.
“Wait. They purposely put us up here alone, expecting us to work it out. I’m sure they were smart enough to leave condoms.”
He nods. “You check that nightstand, and I’ll check this one.”
“Voilà!” I pull a box out with relief. “They’re even ribbed for my pleasure. Thank you, Bryce and Adeline.”
I toss it to him, and he rips the box open immediately, then tears a foil packet off a line of them.
He’s so fast and so skilled it’s slightly unnerving.
I’ve never really asked Cooper how many partners he’s had over the years, but at the moment, I don’t care.
I lie down under him, needing to feel the fullness of him inside me.
He comes over to me with that damn smile—the one I never want to live without. “Where were we?”
The thick tip of him pushes into me, inch by inch.
“Right there,” I say, barely able to breathe and feeling so full.
Cooper slowly withdraws, then sinks into me all over again, this time deeper. “I like here better.” Then he lowers himself and nuzzles my face with his nose. “I’ve waited almost ten years for this moment, Elle, and it’s a thousand times better than I ever thought it could be.”
I grab his strong biceps. “Same.”
He hovers over me, staring at me as though he can’t believe we’re doing this, but there’s also love in his eyes. All the love and respect we have for one another that we’ve built between us through the years.
He rocks in and out of me, and my orgasm builds until I’m moaning. He falls with his arms on either side of my head, his lips finding mine. We kiss at a hurried pace, and he thrusts faster. I clench to keep my orgasm at bay, but Cooper has no plans on letting me achieve that goal.
“I’m never gonna get enough of you,” he says.
“I’m right there with you.”
“Fall apart for me. I want to see you come over and over again.”
This time when he pulls out, he slams back inside me, and I groan with pleasure. I’m not sure where Cooper got all his moves, but he’s already mastered me, and it’s only our first time. I can’t imagine what the future will bring.
His hand dips, and he plays with my clit, causing any control I had over my orgasm to crumble. The smirk on his lips says he knows he’s playing dirty.
“God, Coop, I’m gonna come.” The feeling is too intense not to give into it, and I succumb to the pleasure.
He drills in and out of me while his fingers circle my clit, and I come apart, screaming his name until I’m a sweaty mess on the bed.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” he whispers, pumping into me a few more times before a strangled cry escapes him with a string of incoherent words.
He falls on me, and I hold his sweaty body to mine, gripping him tightly as if he might disappear.
“I always knew we’d be good together, but shit…” he says.
“Yeah.” That’s all I manage to say because that was the best sex of my life.
I keep that to myself because I don’t need to boost his ego too much after our first time.
He heads to the bathroom, and I slide under the covers. It doesn’t take him long before he joins me, pulling me into his body.
“I love you,” he whispers before kissing under my earlobe.
“I love you.” I snuggle as close as I can, pulling his arms around me tighter.
There’s no going back—thank God.