Jesus.
I can’t give her much more. Not when she’s hot and tight, squeezing my cock harder and tilting her hips just right with every thrust, her eyes going darker and glassy with need, those plump lips parted as she pants my name.
She grips my hair and pulls my face to hers, her tongue finding mine while I slam into her again, and then she moans in my mouth, and that’s it.
I’m done.
I can’t hold back any longer, and I come so hard my eyes cross behind my lids, a frustrated groan emanating from the back of my throat as I feel her tighten impossibly harder around me, and then she’s wrenching out of the kiss, her neck arching, head thrown back, legs holding me tight while her sexy pussy squeezes and squeezes and squeezes my oversensitive, exploding cock.
“Oh, god, yes yes yesyes yes YES,” she moans, eyes pinched, breath coming fast and short while relief floods me.
We did it.
We made her come.
And next time, I’m eating every sweet inch of that pussy, and then I’m licking her head to toe, and I’ll order whatever damn dildos and vibrators she likes so I can play with her body for days on end when my own body can’t take any more.
Which is pretty likely when we both have to scrape a few hours together anytime we want to see each other.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathe out as my cock finally slumps over and plays dead inside her.
Her whole body sags too, except for those gorgeous breasts rising and falling rapidly under my chest. “Oh my god,” she whispers.
“Fuck,” I mumble again.
“Forgot—how good—oh my god.”
I wrap my arms around her again, shifting to not totally squish her when the last of my strength leaves me and I collapse on top of her. “Goddess,” I say. “Fucking goddess.”
And that’s the last thing I remember before I do the last thing I’ve ever done in this situation, and that’s fall instantly, unquestionably, completely and wholly fast asleep.
19
Waverly
One unexpected sideeffect of sex with Cooper that I hadcompletelyforgotten about?
The man makes me hear music.
Maybe I should try masturbating and see if it has the same effect. I trulyhavebeen uninterested since Geofferson, even in giving myself an orgasm or two.
I think he broke me more than I thought. Or else my life did.
“Or maybe you should make room in your schedule for more booty calls with this guy,” Aspen says in my ear.
She called me after I texted to ask how her show went tonight, and I now have seven paper towels with half-scribbled lyrics all around me, the complete run-down on Aspen’s first show interruption thanks to her first mega-fan trying to climb onto the stage in the middle of her set, and my own complete summary of my date with Cooper.
“Pretty sure I still have a month open sometime late next year,” I tell her as I scribble out a note on one paper towel and grab another off the roll. I’m hearing a melody, but it’s way more crisp and upbeat than my usual love ballads, and I don’t know if this calls for a ballad or a straight-up party tune.
“Waverly.”
“Do you know most of my friends in the industry are all like ten to fifteen years older than me? All except you. You’re the only one who isn’t totally jaded on love or in a committed relationship.”
“Which is why you should listen to me when I tell you to clear your schedule, take the man to a private island, and spend two weeks exploring all the things he can do to your naked body.”
I glance around Cooper’s kitchen.
It basically takes up half a wall of his open concept living space, with an island the size of Australia adding more workspace. At least, when there’s not a melting ice sculpture on it.
