I clench my thighs together, feeling my arousal heating, wondering if there will be a wet spot on the chair from how worked up I am.
And then I find my hands on his biceps, my fingers curling into the hard, muscular flesh. I pull him closer so that our chests are pressed together. He lets go of my neck and slides his hands down my waist. Before I know what’s happening, he has me up and out of the chair. I’m on my toes as he holds me to his body, continuing to kiss me, thoroughly mouth-fucking me.
And that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, while pushing the massive erection he’s sporting against my stomach. God, he feels so big, so thick and long as he presses against my belly.
“You feel that, baby? You feel what you do to me?” he murmurs against my mouth and I can’t answer. I can only nod.
He presses his cock against me, over and over again, causing me to get wetter, my nipples to get harder.
Cooper still has his hands on my waist, his fingers lightly pressing into my sides. I can tell he’s controlling himself, that he wants to do more—like I do. I just want to throw caution to the wind, but I can tell he’s calculated in his movements. I’m ready, but he knows there’s a time and place for it all, and that’s not right now.
But God, I need it to be right now.
I can see the need in his eyes.
He takes several steps away from me and rubs the back of his neck. I can see a muscle working under his jaw. I just want to tell him to let go, to just give himself over to me the way that I want to do with him.
It’s clear things are done on his time, however.
“As much as I want to take this further right here and right now, I told myself I’d go slow with you, Jo.” He clears his throat and reaches out to run his finger over the top of the chocolate cake, scooping up a dollop of frosting on his finger. He brings it up and shows me, and I feel my brows knit in confusion.
That uncertainty vanishes when he slips his finger in my mouth, making me lick off the frosting.
And I do just that.
I run my tongue along the length of the digit, paying close attention to the pad, making sure to keep my focus trained right on him. I lick all the frosting off, the sweet, sugary flavor exploding in my mouth, mixing with my arousal, mixing with the fact this is Cooper.
He leans in real close after he removes his finger, looking me right in the eyes.
“Now, baby. Tell me how much you like chocolate cake.”Chapter ElevenCooperIt’d take a fucking saint to not to act on the promise she’s giving me with her actions, with her kiss, and with the damn look in her eyes. I’m definitely no saint.
When her tongue wraps around my finger, my damn cock jerks in my pants, throbbing. It’s when she sucks on my finger, pulling the chocolate from it, those gorgeous eyes of hers locked on me, the color reminding me of molten liquid, that I lose my battle.
“You’re killing me, Jo,” I groan.
I grab her hair roughly in my hand, wrapping it around my fingers. Pulling her head back. Her lips make a popping noise as the suction she had on my finger releases. She’s startled, but there’s still that heavy-lidded look of desire of her face.
“Cooper,” she whispers and I’m gone. I can’t hold back anymore. I thought I could control what happens with Jo. I thought I could be in charge, but I forgot to recognize the kind of effect this woman has on me.
Desire for me.
I don’t stop myself as I press my mouth against hers, knowing I’m being rough, knowing I’m bruising those thick, luscious lips of hers, but unable to stop myself. It’s a ferocious kiss, full of hunger and need. The instant my tongue thrusts into her mouth, hers is right there, tangling with mine, warring, dueling. She whimpers and I swallow the noise. Her hands reach out to hold on to me. I feel her nails bite into the flesh on my back.
Tight little daggers that I want to mark me as I’m thrusting my cock deep inside of her.
God, she’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever had on my lips and tongue. I have to wonder just how good that hot little pussy of hers will be. Once I get my head buried between her legs, I may never come up for air.
“Cooper,” she moans, pulling away to look at me.
I continue my kissing along the side of her neck, sucking the soft flesh, letting my stubble scratch against her sensitive skin. She tilts her head, giving me more access.