Cooper
There was no space for clarity. Any remaining rationality was gone the second she said he wasn’t her boyfriend, and my jealousy evaporated like puddles after summer rain.
Everything started and ended with her. Realisation dawning that she was meeting my unbridled hunger stroke for stroke. The act nearly suffocating as her skin sizzled under my touch, my heart in my throat knowing there was no one here to interrupt, stop us or make me think of anything other than her.
Evangeline made me feel things I’d never felt before and loosening those emotions was freeing. But on an innate level, she also calmed my darkest storms. Her unfiltered, raw honesty gave me the space to just be with no expectation to be anything more.
I settled into her like I belonged there. Like this had been building between us for years and we’d finally let go of all that restraint. My cock slammed into her again and again, hitting something deep and devastating and oh, so fucking perfect. Every thrust sent sparks through my veins, lighting me up from the inside and stealing the air from my lungs.
“God, Evy,” I groaned, forehead resting against hers, breath ragged.
“I’ve thought about this... I’ve thought about this so manytimes.” She panted her reply and her words wrecked me. Because I’d thought about it, too. Lying in bed alone, hating myself for imagining my best mate’s little sister doing exactly this - taking my cock like she was mine to ruin.
She clawed at my bare back while the rain continued to fall hard around us.
“I’m close,” she breathed against my ear, only causing my cock to pulse.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled. “Comewithme. Comeonmy cock.”
Her body tightened around me like a vice, and I clenched my teeth hard, trembling as she fell apart, her head thrown back and her pleasure-soaked scream loud.
The sight of her shattering while the softest part of her gripped me was my undoing. With a raw curse and a final brutal thrust, I buried myself deep and came, hips stuttering, chest heaving as I moaned her name into the crook of her neck like a confession.
We stayed like that, panting, still joined, the music and rain mixing as a backing track to our heavy breaths.
It could’ve been five minutes or five hours. I didn’t know, didn’t care.
I cupped her face gently, pressing soft kisses along her jaw - an apology, a confession of everything I hadn’t managed to say - until she kissed me back. We kissed like the world had narrowed to nothing but her breath and my heartbeat echoing in the confines of my backyard. Slow. Deep. Lingering.
My cock, still buried inside her, pulsed back to life, swelling as the softness of her mouth turned from gentle to hungry again. She shifted just slightly, her legs still locked around my waist and we both gasped. The friction, the proximity, the sheer overwhelming intimacy of still being joined while our bodies begged for more. Tender became teasing and then testing. She bit my lower lip, a quiet, daring little tug that made my hips twitch and my control fracture.
I groaned low, forehead pressed to hers. “You’re going to break me.”
She smiled, smugly. “And then I’ll put you back together.”
And just like that, the tempo shifted.
My hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter, deeper, rocking her against me until she cried out again, needy and breathless. Her nails scraped down my back, and every inch of her, every sound she made, dragged me straight back into madness.
We were moving again, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that was no longer gentle.
It was greedy.
It was desperate.
And we weren’t finished.
Not even close.
“Inside.” I commanded against her lips, and she nodded.
Somehow, we fumbled our way back into the house, her still wrapped around me, her jumper discarded along the way. When we eventually got to the bedroom, I was wound so tight I could snap with the briefest touch. Pausing just inside the entryway, I finally set her down and let my gaze trail languidly over her, cataloguing every detail before I closed the space between us.
My fingers shook as I undid the clasp of her bra, terrified of the perfection I knew was going to be underneath and knowing the aftermath had the potential to send me into a spin so wild I would never break free. She watched as I slowly pulled the garment down her arms before dropping it to the floor and gaping.
Her pebbled nipples begged me to touch them, dragging me closer with each rise and fall of her chest. The water droplets splattered across her skin, still dripping from her wet hair. Tentatively, I trailed a finger down her neck, following the ridges of her collarbone, before slowly and deliberately allowing it to glide between her breasts. I could spend days mapping this woman and it wouldn’t be enough to do justice to the masterpiece before me.
“You’re fucking everything,” I admired, feeling hypnotised. I drew patterns across her skin before cupping each of her breasts in my hands, watching as her head fell back with a whimper. My cock was throbbing again, desperate to get another turn in touching this perfect woman.
