“You like that thought, don’t you, me fucking my cum into you.” I’m coming down from the most euphoric high I’ve ever experienced when I’m abruptly pulled off his length, my body hating that I lost him. I watch as he fists his cock, jerking himself. I hurriedly move so I’m between his spread legs, on my knees, and take over for him.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur before my tongue comes out, licking the tip. This time, Cooper’s hands wrap in my hair, letting me know he wants my lips wrapped around his cock. I oblige, feeling needy to give to him what he’s given to me.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he moans. I use the palm of my hand, twisting it slightly, taking him as deep as I can. My eyes lock on his blue ones. He’s not looking at my eyes. Oh no, he’s watching my mouth the entire time.
I know he’s about to come by the way his back arches, his legs moving, and I don’t stop until I swallow every drop of cum he has to give me. I give the head of his cock one last lick. It makes him back away. I know he’s sensitive, but I also know what he did to me when I was that way last night.
“Come here,” he groans, both of us oblivious to the fact that we just had sex trapped in an elevator. The only thing we care about is one another, and there’s no other place I want to be than here with Cooper.TwelveCooper“God, Hadley. You’re fucking incredible,” I respond as we pull away from our kiss. Hadley sinks my ship even more with the way she places a kiss over my still rapidly beating heart.
“That’s you. I can’t believe I was so dense not to see what was in front of me all along. Your friendship, the way you deal with my kind of crazy, never letting me run away from you or life. I love you, Cooper Jackson.” After she was done sucking my cock, I had her right back in my arms. We’re still against one another while she just shook the whole damn earth beneath me.
“Damn, Hadley. You know right where to hit my heart, darlin’. I love you, have for a while, will for a long time, and there’s nothing that would ever stop me from going after you. You’re right here, on a day filled with sunshine or on the cloudiest day in the sky. You’re right here.” I place her hand over my heart, letting her know just how much she means to me.
“Cooper.” Her eyes fill with tears. I try to kiss them away, but they keep falling, breaking my heart with each one.
“Shh, you’re okay. There’s no need to cry.” She hides her face in the crook of my neck, her body quaking with uncontrollable sobs.
“I’m so sorry,” she keeps repeating over and over again.
“Let it out.” I hold her. This is something she needs, more now than ever. There’s nothing quite like being trapped in an elevator with the person you love more than anything in this world. Not that I’m bitching because let’s face it, I have the girl I’ve wanted for what seems like forever in my arms, even if she’s struggling. I’ll always be there for her.
“Okay, I’m better.I mean, I did make a mess out of your shirt, but maybe we should get dressed. Who knows when this elevator will get unstuck. I’m sure our neighbors don’t want to see me naked, and I’m not sure I’d like them to see what you’re packing,” Hadley says, pulling herself together.
“What, you don’t want old Mrs. Smith to see your man’s cock?” I joke back.
“Preferably not. She may have a heart attack if that happens.” Hadley stands up, her naked body on full display for me.
“Already?” She looks down. My cock is brick-fucking-solid again.
“You should know by now that once isn’t enough,” I grunt, sliding my jeans up before standing to help Hadley get dressed.
“I really need to get on birth control, unless we’re ready for a little one any time soon, and with my unemployment status, that may not be a good time just yet.” I mourn the fact that her body is covered by clothes.
“I’m ready whenever you are. If I had it my way, we’d be heading to the nearest chapel and you’d become Mrs. Jackson today,” I admit.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Hadley’s mouth is hanging open in shock.
“What? It’s the truth. I want you, forever. I don’t give a damn that you don’t have a job right now. Hell, I don’t care if you ever do go back to work. I have plenty of fucking money to let us live more than a comfortable life. If you want to go back, that’s fine too.” I cup her cheeks, our foreheads meeting as I give her my declaration. There’s nothing more that I wouldn’t love than coming home to her while she’s barefoot and pregnant, a baby playing at her feet while she’s doing this or that in the house. Sure, the apartment will have to be sold at some point—kids need a house and a yard to play in, not a balcony.