Once again, the words are less request and more order.
Anticipation sizzles across my skin like an electrical storm, but I can’t make a habit of bending to his whims. Even if they align with my own.
“You think you know what I need?”
“Damn, right.” He lowers the zipper on my jumpsuit and cool air kisses my bare breasts. I shiver as he trails long fingers down my abdomen, dipping them inside my panties. He circles my clit and I arch into his touch, the breath hissing from my body as one of those fingers slides inside me. He repeats the motion, stroking me gently, just the way I like it, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Cooper.” His name is a breathy moan on my lips. One that begs for more. More heat. More pressure. More everything.
He pulls away and I gasp at the loss of contact.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m the only one who knows what you need. The only one who knows how you like it.” He cups me, his thumb pressing down on my clit through the thin fabric of my costume. “This pussy belongs to me.”
Oh, God.
This is better than porn.
As long as he keeps touching me, he can have my pussy and every drop of pleasure that comes from it.
Work out the details later.
Right. Be in the moment. Hell, I want to live in this moment forever.
“Say it, Quinn. Tell me it’s mine,” he growls, breath hot against my cheek, “and I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Yes, please. “I’m yours.”
Any pretense of restraint slips away with those words.
I want this man and I want him now.
“Good girl.” He raises those glistening fingers to his mouth, the ones that were just inside of me, and licks them, long and slow. When he reaches the tips of his fingers, he sucks them into his mouth. His cheeks go hollow, like he doesn’t want to leave a drop behind, and there’s a loudpopwhen he finally releases them. “So sweet.”
Curiosity takes root and I release the button on his leather pants.
“I’ve never—” Heat floods my cheeks as I lower his zipper and I silently chide myself. There is absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. Cooper knows I’m inexperienced. Just like I know there’s so much more he can teach me. “I want to taste you.”
He groans and his eyelids fall to half-mast as I drop to my knees before him, releasing his cock and shoving his pants down.
His erection stands proudly before him and from this angle, it looks even bigger than I’d remembered.
There’s no way it’s going to fit in my mouth.
It’s impossible.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of this.” He tangles his fingers in my hair. “Of having those ruby red lips wrapped around my cock.”
It’s all the encouragement I need.
I grip the base of his cock and lick the bead of moisture pooling on the head. It’s sweet and salty at the same time. Not quite what I’d imagined, but in the best possible way.
He watches, transfixed, as I lick him again, swirling my tongue around the tip like I’m tasting an ice cream cone.
I repeat the motion and his grip on my hair tightens, but he makes no move to rush me as I trail the flat of my tongue down the underside of his shaft.
He’s frozen in place, posture rigid. His chest barely moves as I look up at him from under my lashes, but there’s the hint of a smile on his face.
Emboldened, I wrap my lips around his shaft, easing him into my mouth. He hisses, the air whistling between his teeth.
