We kiss until my head spins and my body ignites. When we break apart, I’m left panting, chasing the kiss for more.
He chuckles huskily, making my now hard cock weep for more.
“Needed a proper hello. Morning, baby,” he murmurs against my lips and I’m dead. I think I’ve died and come back to life maybe a thousand times since we made things official.
“Morning.”
“Now let’s get your sexy ass fed.” Cooper gives me one more quick kiss before moving away.
I pout at the loss. I want more.
“It’s not my ass that’s going to eat.” I roll my eyes.
“I mean, if eating ass is something you wanna try someday, I’m game. Unless you mean your ass eating my cock. Because I’m game for that too,” he says with the cheekiest smile.
My whole body flushes red as I gape at him in shock.
“You should see your face right now.” He cackles. “You’re red as a tomato, babe.”
“Cooper Novak. Since when did you have such a dirty mouth?” I mutter, my cheeks as hot as a thousand suns.
“Probably around the first time you came down my throat.” He chuckles.
“Oh god.” I hide my face in embarrassment.
What we did in the library has been on repeat in my mind for days. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and now I want more. So much more.
We haven’t had the chance to have a repeat, but we do a lot of heavy making out that leads to our hands down each other's pants.
The amount of times we’ve come in our pants is ridiculous, but we’ve had a pretty busy week and haven’t had much alone time. We’re usually at his place with his dad home or at my place with my mom and sister and I’m not letting him do that to me while they are there. That's where I draw a line. I respect them enough not to do sexual things with them present.
So, we’ve resorted to heavy make out sessions in the backseat of his car.
I want more, so much more. I want to have sex with him. That’s all I can think about. But as much as I want to jump hisbones, I’ve decided to wait until we can be alone, no parents and an empty house.
I did debate on booking a hotel, but the idea of having sex in a bed thousands of other people had sex in was a big turn off.
There's the option of going to his room at the football house, but it’s always full of his teammates. I don’t want to take the chance they’ll hear us, or walk in on us.
I might be eager to do everything with this man, but not enough to push myself out of my comfort zones. They’re hard no’s for me.
Still, what we did in the library seems different. Yes, people were in the same building, but they weren’t near us.
It’s odd that the idea of being caught by strangers is a bit of a turn on. Sure as hell better than getting caught by our parents or my sister. And the last thing I want is something Cooper’s teammates bug me about. Or him. I don’t want him getting ribbed about it.
“You okay?” Cooper asks, pulling me from my inner turmoil.
“Huh?” I blink over at him.
“You zoned out there. Where did you go?”
I debate whether to tell him, but I trust Cooper. “I was wondering when we’re going to have some time alone.”
The corner of his lip curves up. “Do you know how much I love your sex drive, Blakey Poo?”
“Stop.” I groan.
“You’re thinking about us having sex again, aren't you?”
