14. Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Cooper
W e leave the party sometime after the group photo and cake. I was both bummed and relieved that we didn’t end up running into my boss. I wanted to show Sutton off to everyone in the office. But I also wasn’t looking forward to having to lie about us.
Neither of us say a word as I drive us back to her house. The silence must finally unnerve her, though, because she reaches over and turns on my stereo, then presses a few buttons to connect the Bluetooth to her phone. Seconds later, the familiar sounds of Creed fill the air.
I can’t help but chuckle at her choice.
Sutton shoots me a look that I’m sure is meant to intimidate, but it merely makes me want to wrap her in my arms.
I listen to her humming along with every song, so thankful that she doesn’t start that horrible squawking she calls singing.
When I pull up to the house, we find the driveway empty besides Sutton’s white Volvo.
She looks down, fidgeting with her nails, picking off the pristine opal color she perfected only twenty-four hours ago.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, palming my keys.
Her nose crinkles. “Do you want to?”
I release a heavy, shaky breath, my nerves ramping up at the anticipation of what we need to do. “Not particularly. But I feel like it’s the mature thing to do.”
She scoffs. “Since when are we mature?”
“Since you came all over my desk only hours ago.”
Sutton’s hand flies to her chest. “Cooper Fisher—”
“Not my name.”
“What a dirty mouth you have.”
“You love it.” I smirk.
A flush rises to her cheeks. “Maybe I do. Not like you’re going to do anything about it.”
“You don’t think so?” I lean across the seat until we’re sharing the same breath.
She shakes her head with a daring smile before grabbing my keys, jumping out of the truck with a laugh, and running to the front door.
It only takes me a moment to spring into action behind her, chasing her into the house as she flings the door open and sprints to her bedroom.
Once in the room, I slam the door behind me and wrap my arms around her waist from behind.
Sutton laughs, throwing her head back against my shoulder.
I spin her around, and she pounces, her lips landing on mine in an instant.
Tongues and teeth clash as we rip at each other’s clothing, Sutton throwing my jacket off and fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, while I slip the shoestring straps of her dress off her slender shoulders, then tug the zipper at the back of her dress down.
It falls to the floor, and she stands before me in nothing but a tiny black lace thong and a pair of matching heels.
She finishes with my shirt buttons and pushes it off me as I kneel before her. My hands glide down her curves until I palm her ass, leaning forward to press a kiss to her navel before continuing my descent down her luscious legs to her feet as I help her out of the shoes.
I glance up at her, heat filling her gaze as she demands, “Take off my panties.”
My fingers trace the edge of the lace as I lean forward, burying my face in her heat. She gasps as I rub my nose along her covered slit before doing the same with my tongue.
She smells and tastes intoxicating. I want more. I want to taste her without anything between us. As I pull the thong down her legs, she steps out of it, and I bury my face back between her thighs. My tongue flicks at her clit, causing her to pitch forward.
Her little pants egg me on as I suck and lick at her pussy.
“More,” she begs.
I pull back, resting my chin on her stomach. “You want more?”
She nods quickly as her chest heaves with her rapid breathing. She’s a fucking sight to behold.
I flick her clit once more with my tongue before standing. Sutton whimpers at my action.
Laughing, I promise her, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done with this pussy just yet.”
My dick presses into the soft curves of her stomach, and she gasps as I press two fingers inside her dripping cunt.
“Fuck, Cooper,” she moans, throwing her head back.
“You like the way my fingers stretch your tight, wet pussy?” I thrust them in and out while my thumb rubs slow circles on her throbbing clit. Her walls clench as I add, “You like me talking about your greedy cunt while I finger fuck you, don’t you?”
She grabs my neck, pulling my lips to hers for a rough, breath-stealing kiss.
I pick up my pace, matching the rhythm of her tongue against mine.
Sutton’s legs shake, only encouraging me to move my fingers faster.
I tear my mouth from hers and watch as she pants against me, her nails digging into my neck and wrist as I work her body into a frenzy.
I slide my hand that’s still tangled in her hair to her neck and squeeze. Sutton’s eyes widen as she comes apart on my hand. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and her back bows. I can tell she’s fighting not to look at me as her orgasm racks her body. She’s magnificent. It’s everything I remembered and more.
Watching her come is something I never want to forget.
It’s pure magic.
The sight of her convulsing for me has me fighting the urge to follow like an inexperienced nitwit.
I remove my fingers from inside her and release my grip on her throat, loving the sound of her panting for air.
“So goddamn beautiful,” I groan before licking them clean.
Sutton stares up at me, her chest still heaving and eyes glassy from her orgasm.
I expect some sort of smart-ass reply or even a thank-you. What I don’t expect is for her to drop to her knees and lick up the bulge in my pants.
Even through the slacks, my cock twitches from her touch. She makes quick work of the button and zipper, pushing my pants down my legs for me to step out of. Her hand rubs against my straining erection still covered with my black boxer briefs.
I hiss at the contact. “Stop playing with it, Sutton.”
She bats her lashes up at me as her fingers work their way into the waistband. “But I like watching you squirm,” she teases, leaning in to run her teeth over my covered shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She pulls my underwear down, releasing my cock, and immediately gets to work. Her hands wrap around the base while she flicks her tongue against the tip.
My hips jerk forward, urging her to suck me in. And boy, does she deliver. Sutton’s pouty lips wrap around the head of my cock, proving the most intense suction I’ve ever felt as she pulls me further back into her throat.
“Goddamn it, Sut, your mouth is heaven. It feels like fucking heaven. Keep sucking my cock deep down your throat, just like that,” I demand, and she hums, the vibrations from her throat only adding to my pleasure.
I don’t even last five minutes before I’m pushing her magnificent mouth off me and tossing her onto her back on the bed.
The mattress dips under my weight as I crawl over her, bracing my hands beside her fanned-out hair. She smiles up at me as she wraps her legs around my hips and rubs her wet center over my cock.
I bend down, capturing her lips with mine in a breath-stealing kiss. “I need to be in you right now.”
“So get inside me,” she demands against my lips.
“I need a condom.”
She reaches down and grabs my cock, notching it at her entrance. “I have an IUD… If you want to go without.”
I pull back to meet her eyes. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” she laughs, pushing her hips forward, taking my tip inside her.
“Fuck,” we both groan as I slide further in.
“You feel like my own personal heaven. It’s like you were made for me.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she commands in a breathless voice.
And that’s all the encouragement I need. I pull back until I’m almost completely out of her before snapping my hips forward. Sutton gasps, clutching my shoulders, and I repeat the movement.
“Again,” she begs.
I continue to pound into her as she meets me thrust for thrust.
Being with her, fucking her, is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
Sweat slicks our bodies within minutes as that familiar tingling hits the base of my spine.
I don’t want this to be over already, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop. This—she—is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“I’m going to fill this cunt up with cum, Sutton.”
“Do it.”
I spill inside her as I continue to drive in and out of her clenching pussy. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever known. She writhes under my body, grasping my biceps as her orgasm continues to crash through her, wave after wave as she moans my name.
My heart pounds as I pull out of her and lean back on my heels. Thick spurts of cum slowly leak out of her still-pulsing cunt as she reaches down and trails her fingers through the mess of our pleasure. She coats her fingers, all while staring me straight in the eyes before bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them clean with a moan.
“Shit,” I groan. “You’re gonna make me hard again if you keep doing that.”
Sutton smiles up at me. “That’s the point.”
“How can you still want more after that?”
“How could I not?”
I lean down and capture her face in my hands as my lips crash down upon hers. “I never said I didn’t. I just might need a second to catch my breath.”
“Have you ever done any breath play?” A smile tugs at her puffy lips as she stares up at me beneath her long black batting lashes.
“Performed or received?”
“Either. Both?”
I trail a hand from her face down to her neck and lightly squeeze. “I’ve choked a woman or two for the sake of pleasure.”
“But never been choked?” she asks as she flips us over to where she’s straddling me.
I shake my head. “No, never.”
Sutton rubs her drenched pussy over my already hardening cock. “Can I choke you while I ride you, Coop?”
“Baby, you can do anything you want to me.”
She swivels herself, hitting the crown of my cock with her clit over and over as she works us both back up into a frenzy. My hands fall to her waist, and she lifts onto her knees, lining herself up to sink down on me.
“Fuck,” I grind out as she slides down my shaft, enveloping me in her sweet, wet, hot embrace again, with her hands braced on my chest.
Sutton moves up and down, riding me at a slow, rhythmic pace, steadily chasing that euphoric bliss she knows is just up ahead, waiting for us both. She slides her hands further up my chest until one is resting on my shoulder and the other is wrapped around my throat, constricting my airway.
It’s a new feeling. Something exciting.
I look up from where my eyes had been glued to her bouncing breasts and into her half-lidded gaze. She’s a goddess, compressing my throat while taking everything she wants from me.
As my lack of oxygen starts to hit me, she moves faster and faster. My hips pound up, matching her every thrust. I’m on the verge of exploding again, and so is she.
“Don’t stop,” she demands. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I don’t. Even as my lungs burn and my body fills with heat, I continue to push up into her until she shatters.
Sutton arches forward, her movements stopping, and she releases my throat as she spasms around my cock, crumbling my last shred of resistance. My release spills from me faster than ever. Black dots cloud my vision as I gasp for air.
Sutton collapses onto my chest, her lips brushing against mine in an exhausted kiss. Our skin is sticky with sweat, and the heady scent of our fucking fills the air.
It’s perfection.
She is perfection.
“Amazing,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Sensational.”
“Out of this world.” She giggles, sliding off my chest and settling on my side. “So, were you scared?”
“That you were going to kill me?” I ask, stroking my fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. “No, I trust you.”
As the words tumble out of my mouth, I realize I do. I trust this incredible woman with everything.
My body, life, heart, and soul. She can have it all. Use it all. And I’d be happy.
“Thank you.” Sutton buries herself deeper into the crook of my neck, letting out a sleepy sigh.
“Oh no,” I say. And it takes every last bit of resolve I have to sit up, pulling her with me. “You and I both need to clean up before we pass out.”
She grumbles something that sounds like fuck off before attempting to flop back onto the bed.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I laugh, dragging her out of the bed with me. “There will be no UTIs on my watch. Get your sexy ass in that bathroom and wash up.”
“But what if I like the feeling of you dripping out of me?”
“Sutton,” I groan. “You have to stop torturing me like this.”
“Fine.” She pouts and slinks off into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
While she’s cleaning off, I change the sheets on the bed. I’m tossing the dirty ones into the laundry room when I hear the slamming of a car door.
I glance out the window, my mood changing instantly.
The douche is back.
Every time I think that cockroach is gone, he manages to weasel his way back and ruin my mood.
Not giving a fuck that I’m stark-ass naked, dick still covered in my and Sutton’s cum, I walk back through the house, passing him as he walks into the living room.
I’m not hiding anything from this prick anymore. Sutton isn’t his. She’s mine. And the fucker needs to get it through his thick skull that he isn’t welcome in our lives.
Dillon doesn’t say a word as I pull two bottles of water from the fridge and make my way back into Sutton’s room. She’s already nestled into the clean sheets, with an arm laid across my pillow.
I set the bottles of water on the nightstand beside her and go into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Toweling off, I turn off the bathroom light. I don’t bother with clothes as I climb into bed beside her. Immediately, she scoots closer, nuzzling into my side as I wrap an arm around her.
“You took too long,” she whispers.
I glance to see her eyes still closed. “I took less than five minutes.”
“That’s five minutes too long. I couldn’t sleep without your stupidly hot, big body next to me.”
“Well, I’m here now. So shut up and sleep.”
She nods and falls silent for several minutes until she eventually whispers, “We really should do the mature thing and talk about what this meant or means.”
“What do you want it to mean?”
She shrugs. “That we are just having fun.”
My throat constricts.
Fun .
She just wants fun. Of fucking course she does. Just last month, she was prepared to be Mrs. Oak, and now she’s free from the dickhole. Obviously, she isn’t ready to jump into a new relationship.
“I can do fun,” I reply.
Sutton squeezes my hand, and seconds later, she’s lightly snoring against my skin.