Something So Right (Something So 1)

“Don’t you look good like that. I’ve missed this sight,” I say with a sly smile. Even though he said he wouldn’t sleep over with the kids there, it doesn’t mean he hasn’t been over when they go to bed.

“You know what I’ve missed?” he asks, his blue eyes piercing into mine. “Your pussy on my face.”

And just like that I squirm, my clit throbbing. I press my thighs together to get some sort of friction. It helps that there is nothing but my booty shorts blocking my nub.

He leans on the doorway, making his towel fall, showing me his cock. Which has come to life. It’s rigid, it’s thick, and it’s ready. He strokes himself, looking at me. “Like what you see, baby?”

I can’t even answer, so I just nod my head up and down.

“Come here.” His voice is demanding.

I walk to him, stopping when I’m close enough to join his hands with my own. The minute I fist his cock in my hand, he lets out a groan, throwing his head back.

On my tippy toes I’m able to kiss his neck. His head bends forward, and I feel his breath on my neck. He takes this opportunity to slide his hand into my shorts. He palms my pussy, making two fingers slip through my pussy lips, gliding his fingers into it.

I turn my face to meet his lips. While he nips my lips, I open my mouth, and he slides his tongue inside. Our tongues dance with each other. The kiss turns more frenzied, until he pulls away from me and turns me so my back is to the wall.

“Time for me to eat my sweet pussy.” Kneeling in from of me, he puts his mouth straight on my clit, sucking it in his mouth with my shorts. My back arches up while one hand goes in his hair.

“Missed you so much, Cooper.” I pull his hair, just when he has moved the shorts over, presenting him with my swollen pussy.

“So good.” He licks up with his tongue flat then pointing when it curls around my clit.

“Missed this in the morning,” he says, inserting two fingers in.

“Cooper, we don’t have time.” I’m panting. It’s been not even twenty-four hours, but lately it feels like an eternity.

He pumps in furiously while sucking on my clit. I’m so close, it’s right there. I can taste it, I can feel it. It’s right there.

“Hey, Parker, are you around here somewhere?” I hear Adam yelling. Bursting my bubble, I push Cooper off me so I can cover up all my lady bits. I’m hissing almost like a snake.

“Fucking hell, who the fuck did I piss off up there that this is happening right now?” I’m saying it more to the universe than to Cooper, who is just laughing while picking up his towel and securing it around his waist.

“Guess you are going to give me a rain check,” he says, still smiling while leaning down and placing a delicate kiss on my neck.

“Do I have a choice right now? Get your ass dressed and out there before they think we are doing something dirty in here.” I’m not only angry, I’m frustrated. I went years without sex, and now all of a sudden twelve hours is like undergoing a root canal. It’s fucking torture.

“Easy there. I’ll make it up to you tonight, double time. Does that make you feel better?” he asks while putting on his boxers and shorts, covering up my happy place.

I groan out loud while rubbing my face. “Promises, promises, Stone. I’ll see you out there.” And with that, I turn around to the sound of him belly fucking laughing, making me even more pissed, vowing that he is going to work triple time tonight. Now that thought puts a smile on my face!

Chapter Twenty-Three

Cooper

This day is going to shit. First, I was interrupted while eating my favorite meal—Parker. Then I get home to a strange car in my driveway only to be confronted by Monica, my ex. My very clingy ex. Her coming to visit me shocked the shit out of me. I had no words for her. I just wanted to get away from her. I hadn’t spoken to her in over four months. Why she chose to show up and act like it wasn’t a big deal was a reminder of why we could never work.

A shower was my out of that conversation. I had to get rid of her. She had to leave.

I’m dressing in my joggers when I think I hear the front door shut , which is strange since I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring.

When I’m finally fully clothed, I walk out just as Monica is coming into the kitchen from the front door, wearing my motherfucking T-shirt. The same T-shirt I was wearing some twenty minutes ago.