Shit. Am I doing it wrong?
“Don’t stop,” he pleads, a desperate edge to his words.
Pride fills my chest.Idid that.Iput that needy tone in his voice.
Cooper may be big and bad on the football field, but right now, I hold all the power.
I suck gently, rubbing the head of his cock with my tongue, and he moans, a deep rumble that has every nerve in my body quivering with desire.
“Show me how you like it.”
I want to know how to please him. To make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
Hunger flashes in his eyes and he guides my mouth to his erection.
I open without hesitation.
Coop has always handled me with care. This will be no different. He won’t push too hard or too fast, but even if he loses control, I’ll welcome it. Welcome the opportunity to watch him revel in the same toe-curling pleasure he’s given me.
He’s long and thick and when the head of his cock grazes the back of my throat, I stiffen, nearly gagging on the fullness.
“Easy.” He massages the base of my skull, his fingers moving with expert precision. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
I exhale and close my eyes, willing the tension from my body.
He moves slowly, rocking his hips as he slides in and out, the musky taste of him coating my mouth.
I lick and suck, relishing the pressure at the back of my throat as he shows me how to work him simultaneously with my hand. It takes me a minute to get the hang of it, but judging by the animalistic sounds he’s making, Coop’s enjoying this lesson as much as I am.
When his thrusts become less controlled, his grunts more erratic, I increase my pace, sucking harder and pressing my thighs together as my arousal spirals higher.
“Quinn. I’m going to come.”
Yeah. Me too.
Which is something I never would have thought possible without physical contact.
Coop grips my shoulders, holding me in place. A quiet sob escapes as he withdraws, leaving me frustrated and on the verge of climax.
“I want to come inside of you,” he says, pulling me to my feet.
I was fully prepared to let him, but I know what he means, so instead of arguing, I strip off my clothes as he does the same.
Cooper finishes first and by the time I step out of my jumpsuit, he’s rolling a condom over his length.
There’s a look of pure desire on his face when he turns to me, hooking his hands under my thighs and lifting me into the air even as he presses my back to the wall.
He brushes his lips across mine. “This is going to be hard and fast.”
I nod. “Don’t hold back.”
He seats himself to the hilt with one quick thrust. Blistering heat explodes in my core and I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders as he withdraws and thrusts back into me with one frenetic movement.
As promised, the sex is hard and fast, his body pinning me to the wall as he angles his hips, pelvis rubbing my clit with each delicious thrust. Our sweat slick bodies slap together, making the filthiest, most erotic sounds as my pleasure spirals higher and higher. When I finally fly over the edge into that dark oblivion, pulling Cooper along with me, the power of our shared release nearly splits me in two.
Cooper lets out a roar worthy of any Wildcat and I give silent thanks we’ve got the place to ourselves. He leans into me and we stay like that for a while, bodies an exhausted tangle of damp, relaxed limbs.
Eventually, he pulls out, lowering me gently to the floor.
