Something So Right (Something So 1)

Cooper notices my movement. “Is your pussy wet for me?” Not willing to let go of his cock in my mouth, I just moan, continuing my assaults on his cock and my clit. He is almost hitting the back of my throat. He is now full on fucking my mouth, making me want to come with him.

“I’m going to come,” he grunts while thrusting up to meet my mouth. I rub my clit faster while concentrating on him. I want him to come in my mouth. I want him to give me this. I want to know that I gave him that.

“Babe, if you don’t move now…” But while he says that it’s too late. I feel him jerk inside of my mouth, pulsing all down my throat, and I take it. I take every last drop of him, not taking my mouth off till I know he’s done.

He drags me up on his lap, plunging his tongue into my mouth, making me reach up and grab his neck, not ever wanting to stop.

“That was the best sample of dessert I think I ever had,” I finally say, leaning my forehead on his.

“Yeah, I say next time we sample together.”

“That has to be the best idea you’ve ever had. But it’s getting late. I have an early morning client who is a pain in my ass. So I think I better go.”

“A pain in the ass, huh?”

“You have no fucking idea. Thank God he’s hot and has a great ass. Makes the practice a bit more enjoyable.”

“Great ass…what about my cock? I have a great cock.”

“And with that, I’m out.”

I go to stand up, smoothing down my skirt before walking to the side gate.

“Babe, you call me when you get home.”

“Babe, it takes me six minutes to get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”

“Babe, you get home you call me. End of discussion or I follow you home. Choice is yours.”

“You’re an annoying pain in the ass, have I mentioned?”

“Babe, call.”

I groan and stomp to my car, not before my waist is dragged back, and he kisses me on the lips.

“Had fun, best dessert ever, drive safe. Call me, yeah?”

I sigh. “Fine, I’ll text you when I get home.”

And with that I jump into my Jeep and pull out, leaving him standing there looking at me. I am so not calling him when I get home. It’s the principle. I can’t do what he tells me to do all the time. I’m having this conversation with myself, making myself crazy. I’m so not calling him or texting him. Nope. I am an independent woman. He is not the boss of me. I pull up into my driveway, glaring at my reflection in the mirror.

I’m home. Fuck off.

And with that text I walk inside my house and straight to bed, sleeping better than I have been in the longest time.

Chapter Nine

The days fly by. We’ve gotten into a routine together. He always meets me in the morning with a cup of coffee, because I can never ever get here before him, and if I’m honest I don’t even fucking try.

He earns his first peck on the lips of the day.

We train for three hours, and I’m always waiting for him when he gets out of the shower. I have to admit I think about him under the water, sometimes tempted to go with him, but I’m not doing that.

It’s now Thursday. I have two days before the kids are back. A topic that has yet to come up with Cooper. I’ve put it in my mind that he doesn’t need to know since this thing is a fling. Our nights are spent pretty much with our hands and mouths attached to each other.

We have yet to have sex, and I’m not sure what the holdup is.

I mean, I know I want him to stick it in me, but we haven’t even been on a date.

“Babe, do you think you can get me someone to do drills with on the ice? Not that you aren’t good, but another guy to shoot to and pass.”

“Umm, yes, I was going to suggest that next week. But I think we can get someone here on Saturday. Would it matter if he’s a student?”

“Is he good, can he keep up?”

“Yeah, he is good, he’s fast, and he was top scorer of his team last year.”

“Then set it up.” He gets ready to hit up the gym.

“Oh, I spoke to Tom. We are going over there tomorrow night, so don’t make plans.”

“Okay.”

I have to text Meghan and bring her up to speed with our status. I don’t even know what to call it, so I’m sticking with fling.

Hey, so apparently I’m having supper at your house tomorrow. What do you want me to bring?

Oh, look who crawls out of her orgasms and texts me. Hello, ho-bag. How’s the vagina going?