“Is this okay?” She tightens her palm while slowly gliding it along my shaft.
“Fuck yes. If it gets any more okay, I’ll be coming all over your chest,” I grunt.
“Maybe you should sit down?” Her eyebrow is arched.
“I have a better idea.” I help her up from her kneeling position, guiding her to the bed.
“You didn’t want that?” she asks.
“Yeah, I do. More than you could ever know, but for this I have a better idea. I want my tongue and lips on your pussy while your mouth is wrapped around my cock.” I pull her shorts down her legs, not lingering. If I did, I’d be the one on my knees the rest of the night. Hadley is intent on sucking my cock, and I’m not going to be the one to deny her.
“Okay.” I see the way her legs are shifting while she’s waiting for what we’re going to do next.
“On your back, Hadley.” I move her until her head hangs slightly off the side of the bed. “Comfortable?” I ask, my hands already running along the side of her throat, gliding towards her breast.
“Yes,” she whispers, her tongue already wrapping around my cock. I dip my head down, taking a nipple into my mouth, not staying as long as I want to. The way she’s already wrapping her mouth around my length, I know I’ll need to come back and pay homage to her gorgeous tits later on. I taste her sweet skin, the scent of strawberries that she lathers her skin with surrounding us. I lick a path from the center of her chest down to her abdomen. She sucks in a breath, causing me to stop as her cheeks hollow around my cock.
“Fuck,” I moan. My hand moves ahead of my mouth. That small thatch of curls she has trimmed, it doesn’t hide her pussy from me, and she’s a fucking breath of fresh air.
“Oh God, Cooper.” She backs off my cock as I slightly pull on the trimmed hair she keeps.
“I know, darlin’, I fucking know.” I quit teasing her. Shit, it’s killing me not to taste her. I only made it worse on myself instead of building us both up.
The first taste of her on my tongue makes me greedy. I lick a path from her clit to the petals of her pussy, not deviating from giving her pleasure even when I’m receiving it tenfold. I refuse to come before she does. Her hips rock into me, urging me on, and who am I to deny her?
My lips wrap around her clit, giving her soft pulls at first, trying to gauge what she enjoys more. The pleasure? Or does she like that bit of pain? The way she’s grabbing the back of my thighs as she sucks me deep into her throat is telling me Hadley likes what we’re doing.
While my mouth works her clit, I push two fingers inside of her, lightly pressing in before pulling back, like my cock would be doing right now if we weren’t both building each other to an epic fucking orgasm.
The groan she lets out around my cock causes me to double my efforts. Her pussy is tightening down on my fingers with every pass I make on her clit.
“Hadley.” The word comes out like a prayer, whispering across her sensitive flesh. I feel her swallow around my length, and then she’s coming apart beneath me, her body shaking. I slowly stop thrusting my fingers in and out of her cunt, my tongue slowly bringing her down until her orgasm is completely wrung dry from her.
“Oh God, Coop.” She tears her mouth off my length again. It doesn’t bother me. Tasting her as she came, feeling the depths of her pussy, there’s no fucking way I could ever be upset with her.
I stand up. After her declaration, she doubles her effort. This time while she’s sucking my cock so fucking deep, I hold her head, my eyes watching as her throat moves each time she takes my cock even further.
“You better back off if you’re not swallowing, Hadley,” I demand. Instead of stopping, she keeps sucking my cock. My hand moves to her neck, wanting to feel it when she swallows every ounce I have to give her. This time it’s me who’s shaking as I come in her mouth, wishing like hell it was her cunt instead.
“Hadley,” I moan, my hips jerking as she continues to swallow every jet of cum that leaves me.
Thank God the night isn’t over. I plan on being buried inside her all fucking night.
Five
Hadley
My eyes open. The sun is shining through the window. I’m soft and warm. This is so unusual. My room is dark, probably because I don’t have a window that faces the river, much like I am right now.
That’s when I realize the warmth is radiating from someone else’s body. It all comes back to me. I was tipsy last night but definitely not drunk. Cooper’s mouth on mine, our bodies writhing against one another, the crinkling of the condom wrappers that had us both grasping for one another in the middle of the night.
I remember it vividly. Cooper was between my thighs, caressing every bare inch of my legs. My name was like a prayer when he came deep inside me. I desperately wished there wasn’t a barrier between us. Knowing that I wasn’t on birth control, though, it wasn’t something I was willing to risk. Especially with my unemployment status.
“Holy shit.” Cooper sits up, dragging the blankets with him, leaving me naked. What could he possibly thinking that isn’t already running through my head? Does he regret our decision? Did we fuck up our friendship, or is it a completely different train of thought?
Is he thinking how good we were together, how we worked together seamlessly in our need of passion throughout the night? Is his body as deliciously sore as mine? Cooper’s gaze lingers on my naked body. I’m more thankful than ever that I walked to work as much as I did. Then he slowly moves his hand around his jaw while he’s taking in his fill of me, my legs moving together to squelch the ache that’s building inside of me again. The way my inner thighs are chafed from the roughness of his beard growing in after working all day, it makes me want him that much more. I swear my whole body came alive last night, for the very first time. When he took me from behind that second time, his hands fisted in my hair with one hand while he slapped my clit with his other, pushing me over the edge. When he let go, his body locked up, and Cooper stayed inside of me until my pussy stopped trembling, making me want him even more.
“You okay, Hadley?” Cooper’s whole demeanor changes. In a blink of a moment, what I thought was everything dropped to nothing. I’ve fucked up once again, this time worse than I ever could have.
“Yeah, umm. I’m just going to go grab a shower and put some clothes on.” I turn my eyes downward, grab Cooper’s shirt he wore last night, pull it over my head, and scurry away.
I make it to my room, slamming the door shut and locking it for good measure. Even if Coop did regret everything last night, there’s no way I can or want to see the disappointment written on his face. His tone alone had me backpedaling as fast as I could. There was no way I wanted to stick around and hear what he had to say. I’m more thankful than ever that my bathroom is attached to my bedroom. Cooper’s place really is amazing, and I’m pretty sure I fucked that all up, like I somehow keep continuing to do.
Tears are threatening to spill over. I try my hardest to keep them at bay while starting the shower. Cooper’s shirt isn’t carelessly dropped on the floor. Instead, I take it off, fold it, and place it on the counter. It may have only been one night with him, but my heart bloomed with so much want and need. I desperately wanted more from him after the kiss he gave me, not just in a sexual way but in a way that included hearts and daisies. Like a schoolgirl, I could imagine writing our names together, doodles being scribbled around them, maybe even playing that age-old game of love, marriage, and babies along the way.