She was close to begging him for fulfillment when his lips were upon hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth the way she wanted his body to. He took ownership of her mouth, possessing her exactly how she wanted to be possessed.
And while he kissed her, his hand trailed down her hip. He leaned over, and then without warning, thrust two fingers deep inside her while his thumb rubbed against her swollen nub.
“Tell me you want more than my fingers, Stormy,” he demanded before taking her bottom lip between his teeth and nipping it.
She was silent, shaking her head, refusing to give him what he wanted.
“You either tell me you want me to fuck you or this stops. I don’t do forced sex,” he growled into her ear as his fingers pumped in and out of her body.
She was so close . . . If she just held out a moment longer she wouldn’t have to ask him.
As if knowing the moment she was about to peak, he suddenly pulled his fingers from her swollen folds, and then ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck.
“This is your last chance before I’m finished,” he warned.
She was still silent, but then she felt him withdrawing from her. In a panic, Stormy struggled to break free from her binds and reach for him.
“Fine!” she shouted. “I want you, Cooper.”
“Good.”
He said nothing else, but suddenly his welcomed weight was atop her, and he was grabbing her hip as he fit himself between her legs.
In one solid, hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, and Stormy reached for the peak of pleasure that was so close.
Cooper pumped in and out of her, while he bent down and once more captured her lips. It was rough and hot and taking her breath away. She never wanted it to end, but she wanted to feel the satisfying grip as she fell over the edge of pleasure.
Picking up speed, he plunged even deeper inside her, and Stormy was lost as she shattered around his thickness, her moan captured by his mouth as she shook in his arms.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his lips ripping from hers as he threw his head back and yelled, his thickness pulsing against her throbbing walls.
And then he collapsed against her, both of them breathing heavily for several seconds. Stormy tried moving her arms again, only to realize they were still bound. She was about to say something when Cooper shifted and untied her.
He then lifted the makeshift blindfold he’d made out of a silky tie.
“What was that?” she finally asked when he pulled her against him and gave her a look she couldn’t quite interpret.
“I’ve wanted you for a while. I figured out a few days ago who you were and I’ve been pissed you haven’t fessed up,” he admitted, his anger returning.
“I figured you didn’t recognize me so I wasn’t going to say anything,” she snapped.
“Our first kiss I knew it, and that was the perfect opportunity,” he said, moving over and sitting up.
She covered herself as she glared at him.
“Don’t put all the blame on me. I don’t forget who I sleep with,” she countered.
He glared at her, and her after-sex glow was fully over now. She was just as angry as he was. She began getting up and he grabbed her arm.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“I make mistakes, but that shouldn’t allow you to make a fool of me,” he told her.
“I never set out to make a fool of you,” she thundered, yanking her arm until he released her. “I’m not perfect. I make mistakes, too.” She rose and stepped farther away, taking his sheet with her.
“Well then, we’re a perfectly imperfect pair, aren’t we?”
“I guess we are,” she told him.
He didn’t reply and she began moving toward his door.
“Where are you going?” He began to move off the bed. She held up her hand.
“I’m going to my room where I want to be alone.”
Then she rushed out the door, running across the hall and entering her room, locking the door securely behind her. She stood there for a while and listened, but he didn’t follow her.
It was what she wanted, she told herself as she stepped into her bathroom. Having sex with him again had been a huge mistake.
She was telling herself that hours later when she wasn’t able to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The music was great, the volume loud, and the liquor flowing freely, but still Cooper couldn’t find it in himself to relax and enjoy the night.
“What’s your problem?” Nick asked.
“I don’t have a problem.” Cooper growled. “What’s yours?”
“I’m a free-loving spirit. There’s nothing wrong with me,” Nick told him with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” Cooper said. Nick was a good guy, inside and out, though he also thought he was a comedian. In reality, he was. Still, Cooper wasn’t feeling too loving toward him at the moment.
“Loosen up. I only get to be home for a couple weeks before I’m shipped off again, and I want to have some fun,” Nick told him.
“I came out with you tonight, didn’t I?” Cooper pointed out.
“Yeah, but you’ve been a downer all evening. How in the world are you going to play my wingman if you keep acting like a pouting puppet?” Nick asked.
“I didn’t plan on playing any games with you,” Cooper told him. as close to begging him for fulfillment when his lips were upon hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth the way she wanted his body to. He took ownership of her mouth, possessing her exactly how she wanted to be possessed.
And while he kissed her, his hand trailed down her hip. He leaned over, and then without warning, thrust two fingers deep inside her while his thumb rubbed against her swollen nub.
“Tell me you want more than my fingers, Stormy,” he demanded before taking her bottom lip between his teeth and nipping it.
She was silent, shaking her head, refusing to give him what he wanted.
“You either tell me you want me to fuck you or this stops. I don’t do forced sex,” he growled into her ear as his fingers pumped in and out of her body.
She was so close . . . If she just held out a moment longer she wouldn’t have to ask him.
As if knowing the moment she was about to peak, he suddenly pulled his fingers from her swollen folds, and then ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck.
“This is your last chance before I’m finished,” he warned.
She was still silent, but then she felt him withdrawing from her. In a panic, Stormy struggled to break free from her binds and reach for him.
“Fine!” she shouted. “I want you, Cooper.”
“Good.”
He said nothing else, but suddenly his welcomed weight was atop her, and he was grabbing her hip as he fit himself between her legs.
In one solid, hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, and Stormy reached for the peak of pleasure that was so close.
Cooper pumped in and out of her, while he bent down and once more captured her lips. It was rough and hot and taking her breath away. She never wanted it to end, but she wanted to feel the satisfying grip as she fell over the edge of pleasure.
Picking up speed, he plunged even deeper inside her, and Stormy was lost as she shattered around his thickness, her moan captured by his mouth as she shook in his arms.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his lips ripping from hers as he threw his head back and yelled, his thickness pulsing against her throbbing walls.
And then he collapsed against her, both of them breathing heavily for several seconds. Stormy tried moving her arms again, only to realize they were still bound. She was about to say something when Cooper shifted and untied her.
He then lifted the makeshift blindfold he’d made out of a silky tie.
“What was that?” she finally asked when he pulled her against him and gave her a look she couldn’t quite interpret.
“I’ve wanted you for a while. I figured out a few days ago who you were and I’ve been pissed you haven’t fessed up,” he admitted, his anger returning.
“I figured you didn’t recognize me so I wasn’t going to say anything,” she snapped.
“Our first kiss I knew it, and that was the perfect opportunity,” he said, moving over and sitting up.
She covered herself as she glared at him.
“Don’t put all the blame on me. I don’t forget who I sleep with,” she countered.
He glared at her, and her after-sex glow was fully over now. She was just as angry as he was. She began getting up and he grabbed her arm.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“I make mistakes, but that shouldn’t allow you to make a fool of me,” he told her.
“I never set out to make a fool of you,” she thundered, yanking her arm until he released her. “I’m not perfect. I make mistakes, too.” She rose and stepped farther away, taking his sheet with her.
“Well then, we’re a perfectly imperfect pair, aren’t we?”
“I guess we are,” she told him.
He didn’t reply and she began moving toward his door.
“Where are you going?” He began to move off the bed. She held up her hand.
“I’m going to my room where I want to be alone.”
Then she rushed out the door, running across the hall and entering her room, locking the door securely behind her. She stood there for a while and listened, but he didn’t follow her.
It was what she wanted, she told herself as she stepped into her bathroom. Having sex with him again had been a huge mistake.
She was telling herself that hours later when she wasn’t able to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The music was great, the volume loud, and the liquor flowing freely, but still Cooper couldn’t find it in himself to relax and enjoy the night.
“What’s your problem?” Nick asked.
“I don’t have a problem.” Cooper growled. “What’s yours?”
“I’m a free-loving spirit. There’s nothing wrong with me,” Nick told him with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” Cooper said. Nick was a good guy, inside and out, though he also thought he was a comedian. In reality, he was. Still, Cooper wasn’t feeling too loving toward him at the moment.
“Loosen up. I only get to be home for a couple weeks before I’m shipped off again, and I want to have some fun,” Nick told him.
“I came out with you tonight, didn’t I?” Cooper pointed out.
“Yeah, but you’ve been a downer all evening. How in the world are you going to play my wingman if you keep acting like a pouting puppet?” Nick asked.
“I didn’t plan on playing any games with you,” Cooper told him.