I turn, dropping a knee onto the bed. Cooper strikes my ass with an open palm…hard. I gasp and a rush of pleasure shoots through parts of me I didn’t expect.
“You good?” he asks, and I nod.
He does it again.
It hurts, but in a good kind of way.
Jesus. No wonder River likes it when Dean smacks her ass.
“Keep going,” he says, massaging where he struck me, then patting me encouragingly. “Against the headboard.”
I do as he says, turning to face him.
I don’t know what to do with my hands. Don’t know how to sit.
It feels so strange having him stand at the end of the bed watching me, yet so hot having his devoted attention.
“Spread your legs.”
I gulp, and my breathing picks up at the request.
He dips his head toward me. “Do it, Caroline.”
Has he always said my name like that? With that rasp? With that authority like he owns me and he knows it?
Slowly, I spread my legs.
And Cooper lets out another string of curses, dropping his hand to his hard cock for the first time, squeezing it through the towel he’s still wearing.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
My entire body is on fire—from my blushing so hard due to being so exposed, and from the pure need burning through me due to how incredibly turned on I am under his hungry gaze.
“Wider.”
I oblige.
I guarantee if I were to move right now, there’d be a wet spot soaking through his sheets.
“Touch yourself.”
This time I don’t even try to argue or hesitate.
I want it as bad as he does.
I slip my hand between my legs, sliding two fingers between my folds, drawing small circles over my swollen clit.
“Son of a…”
He drops the towel.
I’m not a saint—I’ve seen Cooper around the house in sweatpants. A girl pays attention to things like that, especially when the outline of his dick is always so evident.
But I wasn’t expecting him to be this big.
He fists his cock, pumping it once. Twice.
He’s breathtaking.
Thighs parted, washboard abs on full display. Those strong shoulders of his moving as he strokes himself.
“Finger yourself.”
I pull my eyes up.
“Show me you want me to fuck you, Caroline.”
Every time he says my name, it makes something inside my chest flutter.
It’s like he wants to remind me that he knows it’s me sitting across from him.
Like he wants to remind himself.
This is real. This is happening.
I slide a finger inside my pussy, pushing it in and out.
He chuckles darkly.
“Oh, baby, you’re going to need more than that to be ready for me.”
A moan bubbles out of me at the thought of Cooper’s cock stroking inside of me, and I add another finger, my pussy gripping it tight.
I pump my fingers slowly as he watches, slowly stroking himself in time with my movements, his bottom lip trapped tightly between his teeth.
“More.”
I add a third finger.
“Harder,” he says, one knee going to the edge of the bed like he can’t help but come closer to me. “I’m going to take you a lot harder than that.”
Take you.
I nearly combust at his words, heeding his request not just because he asked but because I need it now too.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”
I crawl to where he stands, feeling awkward on my hands and knees until I see him stroke his length faster, watching me intently.
When I’m close, he reaches out, pulling me up to my knees, his mouth capturing mine in a rough kiss.
He moves lower, nipping down my chin and my neck, over the swell of my breasts. I toss my head back in pleasure when he closes his mouth around my nipple over my bra, loving the way the lace brushes against me as his tongue swirls over the hardened bud.
His teeth clamp around my nipple, biting me just hard enough for it to teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure.
I gasp, and he does it again.
I don’t even realize he’s unhooked my bra until I feel the cool air hit my tits. A shiver runs through me, goose bumps rising across my skin.
In the two seconds he’s gone, I miss his mouth.
Then he’s back, covering one with his lips again and palming the other.
He teases me, moving between each breast, giving them equal amounts of attention until I’m practically squirming under his assault.
“Cooper…” I gasp when he nips at me again.
He laughs, and I feel the vibrations everywhere.
I want more. I need more.
I reach for his cock and he shifts his hips back.
I groan.
Another laugh.
He pulls his mouth from my chest, my nipples hard and swollen from his kisses, trailing back up to my ear, sucking and licking at me on the ascent. I love how his stubble feels against my skin, rough but so damn good.
“Caroline,” he whispers against me. “I want to feel my cock in your mouth.”
I pant at his words, my thighs shaking with need.
“Will you let me fuck your mouth?”
“Yes.”
The voice that leaves my lips sounds nothing like mine.
It’s raspy. Broken. Pleading.
He seals his mouth over mine in a hard kiss, then peels me off him.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
I nod, but I already know there will be nothing to tell.
I kiss down his chest, over his abs, and don’t stop until his hard cock brushes against my chin.
With gentle fingers, he gathers my hair, wrapping it tightly around his fist.
“Look at me,” he instructs.
I drag my eyes to his.
“Open.”
I do.
“Flatten your tongue.”
I listen.
“Good girl,” he says, and he guides his cock into my waiting mouth.
He strokes himself against me. His thick, smooth shaft gliding over my tongue, pushing deeper with each pass, warming me up for his length.
I can taste the pre-cum leaking from his head, and I’m already eager for more.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod.
He pushes into me with no restraint, fucking my mouth as he promised. He tightens his grip on my hair, watching as his cock slips past my lips over and over again. He goes deeper each time until he’s seated in the back of my throat, pausing for just a moment before he starts again.
He’s rough. Unapologetic.
And I love every second of it.
I slip my hand back between my legs, inserting two fingers into my pussy because I can’t not touch myself right now.
“Is that what you want?” he asks. “You want my cock inside of you?”
I groan around him, pumping faster.
Without warning, he pulls free and hauls me back to my knees.
“Up the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”
He kisses me hard, then lets me go, stroking his cock that’s now glistening with my saliva.
I follow his orders, watching as he moves through the room, reaching into the top drawer of his bedside table and grabbing a condom.
He covers himself, then covers me with his body.
“Good?” he asks as he fits himself between my thighs, wrapping one of my thighs around him.