I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I delighted in her squeal as I gripped her hips and flipped us in one swift motion, her back hitting the sheets, legs spread wide beneath me. My cock was aching, hard as fucking stone, leaking at the tip and ready. I aligned our bodies, the head easily sliding through her soaked cunt, but I didn’t breach her entrance. Not yet.
Leaning down, I kissed her, slow and dirty and her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she tried to roll her hips upwards. Only, I held steady.
I’d been a patient fucking man. Waiting for her. Waiting for this.
“You just wait” I huffed, sardonically. “I’m going to write myself into your bones until I’m all you see.” I murmured and her breath hitched, pupils blown wide. And then I drove into her, thick and deep, inch by fucking inch, until I was buried to the hilt.
She cried out, her back arching and I felt her clench around me desperate and ready despite just enjoying her release. Only I again waited, watching her face, “Now watch me make this fucking memorable, baby.” Before I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard.
Again, and again.
I drove into her, hips snapping with precision, the slap of skin filling the room. My mouth found her neck, teeth scraping against her skin, then biting harder as she whimpered beneath me.
“You feel that?” I rasped in her ear, thrusting deeper with everything she pulled out of me. “That’s what you do to me, Evy.Every time you look at me or say my name. Every fucking time I see that ring on your finger, you make me hard. And I will never get enough of this sweet fucking pussy.” She’d unleashed a dangerous connection to my heart where I could speak nothing but the truth and watching her eyes roll back only made it worse. The connection pulled stronger with every pleasured moan, and I was feral with need.
“Yes, Coop, harder,” she begged, and I gave it to her, rough, deep strokes that had her clawing down my back. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she shattered around me for the second time, her body clamping so tight I nearly lost it. By some small miracle I held off, but then she looked up at me, hair a mess, chest rising in quick gasps, and whispered, “Come inside me again, baby. I loved how it felt.”
That was it. My downfall.
I slammed in one final time, groaning loud and raw as I came, her name tumbling from my mouth like a prayer as pulse after pulse of pure, blinding lust spilled into her. She licked at my neck, kissed my jaw and moved with me as I rode my own release.
Afterwards, we lay sweaty and spent, our bodies still connected, pressed so close I couldn’t bear to move away, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine being without her again. So, desperate to absorb every second with her, I pushed the hair from her face and tenderly pressed my mouth against hers, kissing her with every truth I couldn’t dare confess.
I want you to be mine, Evy.
To really be mine.
That ring on your finger - a symbol of us.
Because I ache for you. Need you.
Love you.
CHAPTER 32
Eva
The glow of the screen flickered across Jordan’s face and I could see from the way he kept glancing over that he wanted to kiss me. He was cute, sweet and nice enough and part of me wanted him to kiss me too. So when he leaned over and pressed his wet lips to mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth, I tried to enjoy it. Tried to ignore how nervous we both were and focus on my very first kiss.
Only while the theatre was dark, I let myself pretend. Pretend it was someone else with their tongue darting in and out of my mouth awkwardly. A boy with blond hair and impossible blue eyes. A boy who always made me laugh and knew what I was thinking sometimes before I did.
When it ended, I smiled. Smiled like I hadn’t just betrayed the boy beside me with thoughts of another. And later that night, lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling and felt the ache of a question I was desperate to answer - would anyone ever compare to my forever crush?
The one I longed for and wished I didn’t.
The one who would never belong to me because he was my brother’s friend, but the one I could pretend to have him in the confines of my mind.
And, so I did.
When our kisses eventually slowed, Coop finally pulled out of me. Which was lucky because I was running on near empty, having used the last of my energy to wrap an arm around his waist and hold him. And for a while neither of us spoke, our laboured breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent night as we clung to each other. As the post-orgasm buzz subsided, the self-doubt at having been so bold fought for supremacy. Taking him in my mouth as if I had a heap of experience was so unlike me, but I’d been desperate to taste him, to bring him the same pleasure he had brought me. And while it wasn’t as clear as numbers, the way his hand reached for my hair, the ungodly sounds he hummed, and the thrusting of his hips told me whatever I was doing was okay.
I wanted to do it again, only longer this time. To watch his face while he emptied himself down my throat, but I wasn’t going to be dishing out complaints when what followed was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. And now I was draped across him as if this was always in the plan.
Cooper!
That boy I’d pined after for years - and years and years and years.
It was worth emptying whatever money I had into that swear jar, because what the actual fucking fuck!
