I started to whimper with the pleasure of it all, unable to contain myself. Cooper, sweetie that he was, stroked my belly as he fucked me, making me feel loved as well as filled to the brim with his massive cock working inside me.
Timing was more of a factor than one might think. There was time for him to put on a condom before commencing, which he did almost every time, though with less and less emphasis. Yet, there was also scarcely enough time for him to get his cock from my pussy to my mouth. The flood was imminent and extreme measures needed to be taken. I understood this as well as anyone and did my best to take it in stride when he slipped the massive, warm head of his cock into my tight little, virgin asshole. Barely making a sound as I bit my bottom lip.
It really didn’t hurt as much as I thought it might. There was a lot of pressure, and it kind of burned a little, but Cooper made sure to stroke my pussy as he unleashed inside me, taking the edge off considerably. I had never even considered such things but found myself wondering how anal sex might feel.
The rush was thick and warm, filling me up and warming me from the core. Cooper kissed my neck and held me tight as he gave me his load. The love between us obvious, even to someone as wary as I was at that point.
“Do you want to do something?” Cooper asked, patting me dry following our customary post-sex shower.
“I think we just did, honey,” I smirked,
“No, I meant literally. Like, do something fun with this beautiful day off. Other than the obvious, I mean. Something we can do outside, in the fresh air. Where other people are.”
“Oh, no, that doesn’t sound like an alien trying to imitate human conversation, not at all.”
“I’m trying here,” he objected.
“And it is much appreciated. I would love to do something with you,” I answered.
“Great, I just have swing by the office and get my sunglasses. Then I’m all yours.”
All mine, he was all mine. We were getting to be more like a couple all the time despite everything I had ever said or thought on the subject. My aversion attested to by the fact I was nearly thirty before finally losing my virginity. The more I thought about it, the less I minded. Even as we walk through the main doors of the Sure Thing building, hand in hand. There was still part of me that was freaked out by the idea of giving myself over so completely to someone else by the reality was starting to feel really nice.
Chapter Ten
Cooper
I could hear the shouting from the elevator. Feeling Sarah flinch I little, I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure her. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened like parting the curtains on a theater stage, revealing a very odd scene indeed. In the middle of the main office stood Jinx, his hands up as though in surrender. Meanwhile, Ivanov was in front of him, pressing what looked like a rolled-up envelope against Jinx’s chest. Were it not for the shouting, the entire tableaux would have come across like the world’s most surreal mugging.
“Just take the dame thing!” Ivanov was shouting.
“I won’t, and you can’t make me,” Jinx pointed out, which was technically correct.
“Yes, I can!” Ivanov shouted, shoving Jinx hard.
I knew it was coming before Jinx had even made a first. One immutable rule of the universe was that you never, ever shoved Jinx unless you wanted to get punched very hard. Considering the possible repercussions for hitting someone like Ivanov, it was clear preventative measures had to be taken.
Camilla and Sarah both screamed. Understandably so, the punch was a real doozy. Had it been almost anyone else, they would have been knocked out cold. I, however, seemed to have developed a resistance to punishment, so I was just knocked down.
“Shit, Cooper, I’m sorry man, I— ”
“Just go,” I said, wiping the blood from my mouth.
“Thanks,” he said before taking off, understanding as well as I did what I had done for him.
“Shit,” Ivanov said in amazement as I rose back to my feet like a boxer.
“What’s going on here?” I inquired.
By way of reply, Ivanov put the envelope in my hand before I was really able to stop him.
“I’m suing you, hotshot,” Ivanov smirked.
“For what?”
“Ten million for breach of contract. As well as some punitive damages for slander and loss of wages.”
“We only told the truth,” I said, quickly losing my grip on civility.
“That’s for the courts to decide.”
It was easy to close the gap, standing so close that Ivanov had to take a step back, no doubt remembering what I had done to his window. I pushed into his space, ready to face him down.