33. Chapter 33
Chapter thirty-three
Sutton
W ith my hand finally healed, I’m determined to make tonight the night of both Cooper’s and my dreams.
Everything is ready.
I have the perfect atmosphere set.
I have Cooper’s favorite video game queued up and his favorite food on the way.
Candles are lit, providing not only romantic lighting but a scent that has me itching to take my clothes off and seek release.
And in our bedroom, I have a variety of dildos that will strap into my underwear. I already know he isn’t even going to consider the large and extremely anatomically correct ones. But I still lined them up on my dresser for a variety, along with my fresh bottle of lube that was recommended online for this exact type of intimacy.
I’m getting giddy thinking about how I’m finally going to get to own someone’s ass. Not just any ass, though.
My favorite ass.
Cooper’s perfect round ass.
I sigh just thinking about it.
The sound of the front door opening has me bounding into the living room, ready to pounce on my man. “Baby, I hope you are ready for a night of fun and fucking?” I come to a halt when I find Dillon standing in the doorway with his arm around a woman. “Oh, it’s you.” I let disappointment and disdain lace my words.
Dillon rolls his eyes. “Kara, this is my ex, Sutton.” He gestures at me.
The beautiful brunette’s scrutinizing gaze rakes down my body. “The one who refuses to leave your house?”
I scoff. “His house? Dillon, what kind of horse shit are you feeding this poor woman?”
His relaxed posture pisses me off as his face twists with a wicked grin. “Nothing but the truth.”
“Sure,” I say, stepping out of their way. “Stay out of the living room, please. Cooper and I have plans.”
He and the girl share a look. “See.”
She frowns, rubbing her hand down his arm. “I can’t believe you were telling the truth.”
“I don’t blame people when they don’t believe me. If it wasn’t happening to me, I wouldn’t believe it either.”
“Do you want me to stay and make you feel better?” Kara asks, still stroking his arm.
Dillon nods with his bottom lip jutting out. “I’d like that,” he says, placing a kiss on her burgundy lips. “My bedroom is the last door on the right. I’m going to grab us a drink, and then I will meet you in there.”
We stand in silence, watching as she struts down the hall into his room, shutting the door gently behind her.
“Seriously, Dillon.” I spin to face him. “What did you tell that poor woman to trick her into coming here?”
“Like I already said, the truth,” he says, stalking off toward the fridge.
“Which is?”
He pulls the door open to examine the inside. “That you left me at our wedding for another man and moved him into our home the next day.”
I sigh. He isn’t wrong. I did do those things. But only to get his dumbass out of my life.
Every day he is still here makes me question my sanity.
The lack of respect alone should have been enough to make me leave his ass years ago.
Sometimes, I would, but it was a temporary thing. We always found our way back to each other like two toxic magnets.
But I didn’t see it then like I do now.
It didn’t matter how much Viv or my mom would point out how problematic the relationship was; I didn’t care.
At the time, the constant push and pull from being with Dillon made me feel alive.
It was thrilling.
Exciting, even, until it wasn’t.
Until I was about to tie myself to a man who didn’t see me as an equal. As a partner.
He only saw me as someone who could do something for him, giving nothing in return.
Dillon grabs three of the special IPAs I picked up for Cooper out of the fridge with a smirk.
“You know those are for Cooper.” I glare.
His shoulders square as the corners of his lips turn up into a sneer. “Here I thought he and I shared everything.”
My jaw snaps closed as he saunters away to his room, slamming the door behind him.
I am fuming.
So caught up in thinking about how he’s going to ruin everything I planned for Cooper that I don’t even hear him come in.
His lips brush my cheek as his arms wrap around my waist, startling me.
“Jumpy much,” Cooper laughs.
I turn in his embrace. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he says, leaning down to kiss me before pulling away far too quickly for my liking.
“Go change into something comfy, then meet me on the couch.”
He eyes me suspiciously but starts down the hall until the doorbell rings. He turns and changes directions, heading to the front door.
“No,” I say, knocking into him and pushing him back toward our room. “I’ve got it.”
He opens his mouth, looking like he’s going to argue, but then closes it and does as I asked. I rush to meet the delivery guy, grabbing our food before Cooper can spoil one of his surprises by being helpful.
I let go of my thoughts of Dillon, which is hard to do when I can hear music and moans coming from the guest room, but I do. He won’t ruin anything for Coop and me. I will make sure of that.
I set up the sushi like a buffet on the coffee table, adding two clean plates and chopsticks in front of them.
I rarely eat sushi because Viv is not only allergic but also because it reminds her of her cheating high school boyfriend and the friend that he cheated on her with at a sushi restaurant.
But damn, do I love it. My mouth is practically watering as I line up rows of rainbow rolls, spicy tuna rolls, shrimp tempura rolls, and uramaki rolls.
Cooper strides into the room as I set the dips out. “What is all this?” he asks, taking in the spread of his favorites.
“A little something special for my something special.” I smile, patting the couch beside me.
He sinks into the cushion. “Are you trying to butter me up?”
“Absolutely,” I tell him as I place some rolls onto my plate and sit back. “Try to enjoy it.”
“I enjoy any and everything when it’s with you.”
That’s what I’m hoping.
The rest of the night is perfect. The minor hiccup with Dillon the Douche forgotten.
Cooper and I laugh and gorge ourselves on enough sushi to feed a family of four and annihilate some teenagers on his favorite video game.
After, we clean up our mess from the food.
I’m rinsing off the plates as Cooper puts the few leftovers in the fridge.
He kisses my cheek. “Thank you for tonight. It was the perfect end to a long day.”
“The night’s not over yet.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
He moves to stand behind me. His hands trailing up and down my body, caressing me through my leggings and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. It’s as if his touch lights a fire in my core that only he can handle.
Breathlessly, I finish washing the last dish, rinsing it off with lightning quickness that almost guarantees it will need to be rewashed tomorrow.
But I don’t care.
The only thing that matters at this moment is his hands on me.
I lead us down the hall and into our room, locking the door behind us.
Coop slowly turns me before pushing me onto the bed. His body covers mine in an instant.
His lips meet mine in a frenzy of want and need. Our tongues clashing, eager to touch, tease, and please each other.
I waste no time in pulling off Cooper’s shirt, followed by my own. His hands grasp my breasts, tugging gently on my nipples as my core throbs in desperation.
With his hands still massaging my breasts, Coop kisses and licks a trail down my neck to my chest and further until he meets my leggings. I expect him to pull them off right away. But instead, he kisses the waistband before moving to the center of my thighs, where I’m drenched for him.
He presses his face between my thighs and breathes in. A shudder runs through me as his nose nudges against my clit through the fabric.
“Stop playing with me.” Desperation laces my every word.
“What do you want? For me to devour this delicious pussy?”
I nod enthusiastically.
Cooper groans, his face the picture of seduction. “I know you do, baby.” He yanks my leggings off my body before resuming his place at my aching center. “And your wish is my command.”
Cooper’s mouth is on me in an instant. He isn’t gentle or slow as his tongue works me into oblivion. My hips jerk and my hands bury into his hair as his tongue thrashes against me.
He slips two fingers inside me and presses against my walls. The action sends tingles racing down my spine as I explode. Bursts of color fill my vision as Cooper continues to eat me out until I’m begging him to stop.
I watch as he grins, leaning into me, giving me one last lazy lick.
“You are so damn breathtaking,” I pant.
“So are you, Sutton, especially when you’re coming on my tongue.”
I yank at his hair, pulling him up my body until his lips are on mine again as I flip us.
Straddling him, I grind my wet pussy against his still-covered cock.
He grabs my hips, grinding me hard against him. He’s rock hard, and the feel of him against me has my body ready for round two.
I lean down. “Can I fuck you tonight?” I whisper as I nip his earlobe between kisses.
“Yes,” he rasps.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” My lips trail down his throat, where I lick and suck as he swallows. I shove his pants down past his thighs, and Cooper kicks them off the rest of the way.
I palm his cock as his breath speeds up before I slide down his body to lick the tip, then suck him into my mouth. He flexes his hips, thrusting into my mouth as I circle my grip on him up and down. He’s getting close, I can feel it. From the way his thighs tremble to the tightening of his abs.
I release him with a pop, and a groan of frustration rumbles from him.
“Roll over and get on your knees for me.”
Cooper’s heavy eyes peer at me with hesitation before he does as I asked.
I knead his calves. Caressing every muscle and planting my lips on it before moving on to the next as I make my way up his legs to his ass.
I sprinkle kisses over each perfect cheek before dipping a finger between them. He sucks in a breath as I move my finger up and down, then circle his puckered hole.
Slowly, I bring my mouth closer and closer to my fingers, listening to his breaths, feeling his pulse speed beneath my touch until I’m there.
I swipe my tongue against his tight rim, and Cooper’s moans fill the air, growing louder as I reach around to grab his erection.
“Holy fucking shit,” Cooper hisses through his teeth as I continue to flick at his hole.
“You like that, baby? You like my tongue licking your tight ass?”
It’s word for dirty fucking word what he whispered to me the other night when I let him pound his thick cock into my ass.
“Yes,” he pants.
“Have you been prepping for me like we talked about?” I ask him, squeezing his cock as I jerk him.
“Yes.” He nods wildly, looking both excited and nervous.
I rub my fingers over the tip of his leaking cock, covering my fingers in his precum as I continue to squeeze him with my rotating fist. With my fingers now slick, I trail them down his length, over his balls, and across his taint, causing a shiver to run across his skin before I slide them up and down the crack of his ass.
His breath hitches as I touch his hole. “Pass me the lube, baby,” I demand.
His hands fumble around the bed until he finds it and passes it to me. He turns, looking over his shoulder, his lust-filled gaze watching my every move as I flip the cap of the bottle up and coat my fingers.
I lube up a finger as I circle his tight hole, just like I’ve done multiple times before, sliding it in. Cooper clenches around me, but I push further, not stopping my attention to his cock until he relaxes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask again.
“Yes. I want to do it with you.”
I slip another finger inside, loosening him up even further until I’m moving them easily, in and out. My clit throbs as I watch him writhe with pleasure.
“Roll over,” I command as I remove my fingers from him. Cooper does as I ask without a word.
“Such a good boy,” I praise him as his cock becomes eye level with me. I flick my tongue against the tip, causing him to moan my name. “Are you ready?”
He nods, a look of lust and trepidation filling his face.
“We can stop at any point, okay?”
“Goddamn it, Sutton. I get it, consent is key. But the longer we talk about it, the more nervous I’m getting, so will you just fuck me already?”
I grin. “Someone is greedy. But luckily, I love to give.” I grab the lube from the bed and slather the dildo up, as well as Cooper’s ass again, to be on the safe side, before I line the dark-purple dildo up again his ass, letting the tip brush his entrance.
Cooper swallows, and I lean over to press one last kiss to his heart before I push inside.
He tenses as his hands wrap around my forearms.
“It’s okay,” I coo. “You can do it. Just relax.”
“Easy for you to say,” he bites back.
“Have you forgotten, my lover, that I’ve been on the receiving end of this too?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Relax,” I demand as I stroke his cock again.
And he does. Cooper’s muscles release as he focuses on the pleasure my hand is bringing him, and I push in a little further.
Inch by inch, the tension in Coop’s face disappears until I’m fully seated inside him.
The friction against my clit is delicious. Every thrust brings me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. I pick up my pace, chasing that beautiful high that only Cooper can give me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cooper says through gritted teeth.
I slow my strokes. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask breathlessly.
He laughs. “Fuck no, Sutton. I’m about to fucking burst.”
A wicked grin graces my lips as I grasp his hips and thrust into him repeatedly like my life depends on it.
Cooper explodes first, his cock shooting cum all over his stomach in thick spurts. The sight of his climax is enough to push me over that last edge as I grind my hips into him, hitting my clit just right.
My legs shake with my release as a weightlessness takes over my heavy limbs. I fall forward onto Cooper’s stomach, becoming a boneless, blissed-out mess.
“Holy shit,” Cooper pants as he wraps me in his arms.
I’m speechless, so I nod against him, not caring that I’m most definitely getting cum in my hair. I will gladly let myself be covered in this man’s release any day, as long as he continues to make me feel like this.
As our heart rates come down and our breathing evens out, Cooper asks, “Sut?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you please take the dildo out of my ass?”
I laugh, and Cooper tenses.
“Stop. Laughing. You’re making it move.”
Which only makes me laugh more.
Cooper squirms away, practically shoving me off him in the most gentle way he can until I relent and sit up, pulling my hips back until the purple dildo slips out of him.
I stand up on my semi-Jello-like legs and slip out of the dildo-holding underwear. “Stay here,” I command him, as I turn around and stalk off into the bathroom.
“Aren’t I supposed to be taking care of you?” he asks, leaning up on his elbows but staying on the bed.
I turn on the faucet, letting the water warm as I quickly pee and clean myself up before wetting a washcloth and heading back to the bedroom.
He looks gorgeous as he waits for me. The red flush from his orgasm still coloring his skin and the sheen of sweat shining from his skin. But it’s more than his perfect body.
It’s the shy smile on his lips.
It’s the loving and appreciative gaze.
It’s his trust.
It’s him .
I stop in front of him, stooping down to give him a quick, reassuring kiss. It’s tender and simple but filled with so much affection. I pull back and gaze into his eyes. “Are you okay?”
He swallows and nods. “Yeah.”
I press another kiss to his lips before bringing the washcloth to his abdomen and cleaning him off, then moving further down and gently cleaning around his ass.
“Hey, Sut?”
“Yeah?”
“You have cum all up in your hair.”
I reach up to touch my hair, finding the sticky mess. “I do.”
“Let’s take a shower.”
“Nah, let’s take a bubble bath.”
He groans. “I barely fit.”
“We’ll make it work. Besides, it will be good for that sweet ass to soak in the warm water.”
I stand, pulling him up with me and into the bathroom.
Cooper turns on the water and fills the tub while I search for the perfect salts to relax and heal. Once I find them, I sprinkle them in and motion for Cooper to get in the tub first. He winces a little as he lowers himself into the water.
I feel a brief twinge of guilt for causing him any physical pain, but I also feel a weird sense of pride for making his ass sore. “Is this how men feel?” I ask, stepping into the steaming water and sitting between his legs.
“Huh? I’m not following.”
“I feel oddly happy that your ass is sore because of me. Is that how men feel after they get guts deep?”
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my middle to pull my back flush against his chest. “Yes, I guess it is.”
Cooper kisses my shoulder before resting his chin in the crook of my neck.
“Did you like it?”
“I think you know I did.”
“I mean, I know it made you come, but did you like it, and would it be something you’d like to do often?”
For a moment, silence stretches between us until he admits, “I liked it. It was intense as shit. Seriously, I came so hard, I might have blacked out for a quick second. But… I don’t think it’s something I want to do often… Is that okay?”
Something in his voice makes my chest crack, and I spin around to face him. Water splashes over the tub’s edge, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters is Cooper and making him understand.
“Cooper, of course it’s okay.”
“You won’t be mad or disappointed?”
“No. It means so much that you were willing to try this with me. To trust me with your body. It was never about the actual pegging, Coop. It was that you were open to experiencing something new with me. If it’s not something you’re into, then it’s not for us. It’s that simple. We tried. We enjoyed it. But that doesn’t mean we ever have to do it again.”
His eyes drop to the water as he dips his chin slowly. “I feel bad. Like I’m letting you down.”
My heart cracks a little at his admission. “Baby, you just fulfilled a fantasy of mine. You could never let me down.”
“So you would be okay if I never want to do it again?”
I nod. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
His shoulders relax as he leans in to kiss me. “You’re perfect.”
Heat rises in my cheeks. It’s ridiculous. I’m sitting naked in a bath with the man, but him calling me perfect makes me blush. I turn back to face the faucet but melt into him as he holds me against him in the warm water until we’re both pruning.