Tease (Tease 1)

I pulled out the Duet and discarded it, and untied her hands. She sat up, breathing hard, her eyes on me. I wrapped my fist around the shaft of my dick and began to ride the length. I was hard as fuck and nearly ready to explode.

“Do you like my cock, Delaney? Do you like the feel of your mouth closing around it, sucking it?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes wide as she crawled along the bed toward me. I closed my eyes as she took me in her mouth, taking in most of my length before sucking, back and forth.

Holy fuck, that felt good.

“Get on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind,” I ordered her, lifting her off my cock. I pulled out another condom and rolled it on. She kneeled on the bed, on all fours, glancing back over her shoulder at me. I massaged some more lube onto my shaft and placed my tip at the entrance of her ass.

She gasped as I thrust my cock inside of her, my balls slapping against her bare pussy. My hands gripped her hips, rocking her back toward me, making each push into her tight ass that much more powerful.

“Rub yourself,” I whispered urgently, “I want you to come with me.”

She lifted her hand to her pussy, her fingers massaging her clit. She began to whimper softly, her feet flexing as her body tensed. I groaned as her ass squeezed my dick, each thrust increasing in speed and power as I began to climax.

“Ohoooo yeah,” I mumbled as I came, harder—and faster—than I had in a while. I reached under her, my fingers pushing hers out the way, circling around her clit, while I slid one inside of her. “Come for me, baby.”

She moaned, her hips bucking as she began to come, my fingers furiously rubbing her as she cried out.

“Oh my god, oh yeah!” she gasped, pushing my hand away. She collapsed in a heap onto the bed.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed, rolling onto her stomach. She gazed up at me with a satisfied grin. “You are one hell of a fuck.”

I chuckled as I dressed. “So are you, honey.”

“Can I see you again next month? I have a pretty hectic few weeks ahead and I think I’m going to need you for the whole night.”

“Anything for you, Delaney,” I smirked as I buttoned up my shirt. She bit her lip, then shook her head, a big smile on her face. “Something funny?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“No, just admiring what I paid for,” she said with a snigger. I walked around her side of the bed. Leaning down, I grabbed her neck, bringing her lips up to meet mine in a rough kiss.

“Anytime you want to admire me, let me know,” I replied.

Chapter Ten

“Well, that’s all of it.” Mia brushed her hands together and stood up, pushing the loose curls from her face. “Thanks for this, Coop. I know Nic can get quite pushy when she wants something.”

“My sister? No!” I said in mock horror as Mia laughed. “Seriously, though, it’s fine. Stay as long as you like. It will be nice having someone around the house,” I said, surprised that a small part of me actually meant it.

As much as I liked Mia, I loved my privacy more. At least I thought I did. If it were anyone else, there was no question I’d be feeling annoyed at having my space invaded. I was confused as hell by my feelings. This whole thing was a fucking mess.

Thank Christ she didn’t have kids, because that would have driven me mad. Kids were great when you could give them back. I couldn’t see myself ever having kids—but then again, I couldn’t even see myself in a long-term relationship.

Part of the reason Kara and I had married so young was that she had found out she was pregnant at eighteen. It wasn’t the only reason we married and if anything, it strengthened our resolve to make it work. Until she delivered a stillborn baby girl in her thirty-third week.

We dealt with our grief differently, and we began to drift apart. Our goal and values changed, and suddenly we were no longer the same people we’d been before. That was the beginning of the end of our relationship. I’d moved on from Kara, but I hadn’t moved on from the level of hurt that relationship had left me with.

It took a long time for me to work through not only the grief of losing a child, especially so late in the pregnancy, but I was also grieving the loss of my marriage, my wife, and the guy I thought was my best friend. Max and I had known each other since middle school. I was kind of a loner when I was young, and he was the only person who ever really got me.

After what happened, I lost faith in people in general. If my own wife and best friend could do that to me, then what hope did I have against the rest of the world? It became easier to just depend on myself and my family.

Add onto all of that the fact that Mom’s treatment relied on the money I brought in from work, and romantically, I was fucked. Even if I wanted a girlfriend, there was no way in hell it could ever work.

“Coffee?” I asked Mia.

She nodded, getting up and wandering over to the kitchen. She sat down at the table.

“I should warn you that Thursday nights I don’t leave the TV between the hours of eight and ten.”