I hummed into Cooper’s mouth, rocking my hips to do it again. He skimmed my stomach this time, sending sparks skittering over the sensitive skin there.
I could’ve gotten my hand on the two of us, but I didn’t want to pause long enough for that. I wanted Cooper to grind down against me, let me grind against him. I wanted him to come all over my skin, messy and desperate. I wanted to wearhiswant, the evidence that someone still wanted me, for at least a little while.
Cooper didn’t seem to object, judging by the way he ground his hips down exactly like I wanted without even having to ask. I hooked my good leg around him, digging my heel into his ass to encourage him to go harder, faster.
“More,” I demanded, arching against him, panting into his mouth as we rocked together. It was mindless, needy, the simple friction of skin on skin, and it wasperfect.
“Felix,” Cooper breathed between kisses. It was just my name, just one word, but hearing it with all the warmth in his voice, as though he was getting something out of justsayingit, made me tingle all over, urgency rising in my core.
I slipped a hand into the back of his jeans, grabbing a handful of ass to pull him down harder. There was so much of Cooper, and I wanted all of it.
He let me take a little more of his weight, rolling his body against mine in harder, faster strokes, precome and sweat slicking the way between us, heat and pressure building. I ground against the warm skin of his stomach, the patch of coarse curls there damp now, the friction of them better than anything I’d ever known.
Nothing mattered to me anymore except the feel of Cooper’s body against mine, the weight of it pressing down on me, the heat of it sinking into my bones. I buried my face in his neck andlet go, rutting against him, my hips speeding up along with the pounding in my ears.
I felt his hips stutter and knew he was close, knew he was about to come just from grinding against me, and the thought made a wave of heat roll through me from head to toe, pushing me right up against the edge as well.
“Close,” I mouthed against his skin, hips aching with the urge to thrust harder, faster, my orgasm building past the point of no return.
Cooper nodded, a breathy, choked sound escaping him instead of words. I gave his ass another firm squeeze, tightened my thighs, and held on for the ride as we soared together, the couch squeaking under us with every roll of our bodies. Harder, faster, harder, faster, until the liquid heat welling up in the pit of my stomach spilled over in a sudden gush of bliss.
My orgasm hit so hard it made my ears ring and spots dance behind my screwed-closed eyelids, a moment of pleasure so sharp it was nearly pain. I was soaring, in the middle of a flying leap with the ground dropping away under me, the landing leaving me breathless, winded.
Cooper rocked me through it, drawing out the aftershocks with long, slow rolls of his hips that rocked both of us gently down from the peak. He sighed the most bone-deep sigh of contentment I’d ever heard before he stopped completely, hovering over me on hands and knees.
Fuck.
“Fuck,” I said aloud. No Piotr to complain about swearing beingvulgaranymore. “Fuck,” I repeated, just because I could.
Cooper chuckled, letting out a long breath. He collapsed onto the couch, pulling me with him as he pressed himself up against the back of it, one arm looped around my waist to hold me close. Our legs tangled together, caught in our open but still very muchonjeans.
We hadn’t even managed to undress. I was still wearing Coop’s shirt over my own. He’d wanted methatbadly.
The sticky mess I’d wanted was smeared over my stomach where my shirt had ridden up. I ran my fingers through it, gathering a drop with my thumb and holding Cooper’s gaze as I raised it to my mouth.
The way he watched me suck it clean, wide-eyed and with his lips parted, made me feel like the sexiest man alive.
“Knew I should’ve made dessert,” he said, voice wrecked.
I laughed, another wave of warmth washing over me—this one less urgent, more comforting.
When was the last time I’dlaughedin bed? Or… on couch.
Piotr wouldneverhave done that. He needed everything to be a performance. He needed me to undress for him while he watched, to be in control of everything I did or said or felt.
Cooper hadn’t. He’d let me have everythingIwanted, and he’d said my name like he was whispering a prayer, and he’d made me laugh.
Fuck. Fuck, and fuck again.
Sex with Coop wasfun. I’d forgotten it could be.
His big, warm, gentle hand landed on my thigh—the injured one—and I flinched.
“Sorry,” he said, taking his hand away in a hurry, an apology in his eyes.
I caught it and set it on my hip instead. He hadn’t hurt me—I’d only flinched because he’d touched me where I hadn’t expected it. No one had touched my leg except medical staff.
Now didn’t feel like the time to explain that, though. If I started talking about the past, that part of the past, I’d ruin the whole evening.
