by Bijou Hunter
“Let’s try something,” he said, pulling off his tee. “You sit here.”
When I straddled him, he tugged off my shirt. His arms wrapped around me, holding me at my shoulders as I pressed my still excited nipples against the hard muscles and soft hairs on his chest.
“I want you to learn to trust me, baby,” he whispered. “Learn to let go and know you’re safe with me. Once you’re comfortable, I bet you’ll be a tiger in bed.”
“Claw you up,” I said, growling like a dork.
Laughing, Cooper caressed my thighs. “I’m kissing the hell out of you now.”
“You better back up that threat.”
For the next twenty minutes, Cooper did just that and I could feel him on my lips for the rest of the night. His lips and mine became attached again after the ride home. I felt so safe with Cooper that I even considered asking him to stay the night. Except Amy was in the next room with Tex and I didn’t want my first time to be with them around. No, I was waiting until Friday night. I had the whole thing planned out and it would be perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
The party was at a large rundown white house where a dozen or more students rented. By the time we arrived, the place was already loud and crowded. Looking around at all of the girls dressed in barely there shorts and tank tops, I wondered if I was overdressed. My ass wasn’t hanging out of my shorts, not that I had much of an ass to show off. When Bailey and Skye appeared as soon as I climbed off the Harley, I noticed how neither had their asses hanging out.
Cooper took my hand while surveying the place. “Fucking freshmen,” he muttered then glanced down at me. “Very few of them are worth my time.”
“I feel the same way about seniors.”
Cooper grinned then wrapped an arm around me. “Stay close. I don’t want you getting lost.”
“Fuck that!” Bailey cried. “She’s coming with me. Skye plans to hang with Tyler and I need a wing chick. You can go play with Aaron. I saw him talking up some stupid redheaded bitch who thinks she’s tough shit.”
Cooper frowned at his sister. “Did she fuck with you?”
“Couldn’t remember my name. Can you believe that shit? Fuck her. I hope she dies.”
“Sorry about the hit to your self-esteem, but I’m keeping Farah with me.”
Bailey shoved Cooper then grabbed my hand and yanked me away. When Skye laughed at him, Cooper focused his irritated gaze on her. Pretending to be terrified, she ran away still laughing.
Entering the packed house, I was immediately overwhelmed by the heat, plus the smell of BO and way too much cologne. Bailey glanced back at me and dry heaved.
“No way are we finding hot guys in this stink pit.”
“I already have a hot guy!” I yelled over Toby Keith.
“He likes when girls make him jealous. It’s his favorite thing. Let’s give Crapface what he needs.”
Following Bailey, I wondered if Cooper was really angry. Probably not since he had a lot of patience when it came to his sister. Yet, I still hoped to see his handsome face in the sea of otherwise average ones. Not paying attention, I bumped into Bailey eyeing the two beers in her hands.
“Are these roofied?” she asked the guy who handed them to her.
“No.”
“You sure? Cause if you roofie me and her, Cooper Johansson will cut off your dick and make you eat it. You looking to eat your cock, asshole?”
The guy stared in horror at Bailey who was a foot shorter, but looked ready to hit him with the bottles.
“No,” he finally said.
“Well, alright then,” Bailey replied, handing me a beer.
“I don’t drink.”
“Yeah, heard you were a nerd,” she said, pulling me away from the guy who still looked like he might shit himself. “I also heard you don’t like sex. I’ve been thinking about that.”
Bailey downed half of her beer then burped. “I had a friend in high school with a small pussy. She was the only girl who fucked Cooper and didn’t think it was the greatest shit ever. Do you have any idea how it feels to have all your friends telling you how great your brother’s cock is? It’s disgusting.”
Bailey finished her beer then dropped the bottle and held out her hand until someone gave her a new one.
“Anyway, if you have a small pussy like my friend Billie and you try fitting Cooper’s big cock in you, it’ll probably hurt. But if you get drunk enough, you’ll loosen up and that cock will slide in real easy. Billie learned that eventually. Now, she loves big cock.”
Nodding, I had to admit I was nervous about sex. In fact, the thought of Cooper’s big cock had me gulping down the beer. Bailey gave me a knowing smile then handed me another bottle.
“My family is full of drunks and addicts,” I said.
“One night of boozing won’t turn you into a fucking loser. Just drink up and get your pussy relaxed. I was drunk my first time and it was pretty fucking awesome. I recommend drunk cherry popping now. In fact, when Sawyer gets older, I’m giving her that advice. Not that the stuck-up bitch will listen.”
Things got a little fuzzy after the second beer. Bailey started laughing over something that I didn’t think actually happened then she had us do shots of tequila in the kitchen. Next to us, a guy and girl were essentially fucking. Once I focused on how her skirt was up and his pants were down a little, I realized there wasn’t anything essentially about it. I was next to two fucking people fucking. This sent me into giggles and Bailey could barely stand she was laughing so hard.
A guy appeared to chat with Bailey who immediately tossed her hair off her shoulders and thrusted out her boobs. The guy glanced down at her chest and grinned. Then, he pretended they were having a real conversation and she wasn’t shitfaced.
When I just stood there staring and swaying, Bailey turned to me. “Go get my brother and his big cock,” she said, shoving me out of the kitchen. “Wait, take one more shot first so your pussy will be relaxed.”
As I downed another shot, we laughed then nodded at each other like we were sharing a secret message. As I stumbled out of the kitchen, Bailey thrusted her boobs at the guy again, nearly knocking him to the ground.
The party was somehow louder and more crowded, making me wonder how long I had been drinking with Bailey. The sun was gone outside so I suspected it had been more than ten minutes. The still functioning part of my brain laughed at the wasted part that thought only ten minutes had passed. Giggling to myself, I stumbled upon Cooper in a hallway talking to a guy with a faux-hawk.
“Go away,” Cooper said to the guy who literally ran down the hall and disappeared. Looking at me as I rubbed my hands over his strong chest, he grinned. “Are you drunk?”
“Hell yeah.”
“What about the law and you being a dork?”
“I want you,” I whispered, staring at him through my beer goggles and finding him not the least bit scary. “I’m saying yes. I’m not trying to get away. I’m giving you your shot.”
Cooper didn’t need to be told twice. He swept me up into his arms and my legs wrapped around his hips. Our lips met and I opened up for him without fear. Tequila had given me confidence and I now owned my sexuality.
Skin hot and sweaty in the overheated house, our bodies gyrated against each other. Hungry for his touch, I smiled when his lips found my throat. He sucked softly from my collarbone to my chin then back again until I was breathing in gasps. Cooper’s lips met mine as he pressed me against a hallway nook and I felt his erection between my legs.
Forcing my lips free, I mumbled, “Not like this for our first time. People could see and I…”
Cooper returned his lips to mine then lifted me from the cove and walked us down the hallway. Soon, we were in a stranger’s bedroom and I was pulling off my shirt. Cooper removed his black tee then leaned down and kissed me full of heat.
Maybe the tequila was wearing off because I wasn’t feeling so confident anymore. Seeing Cooper hovering over me with his shirt off and all the
flesh covered in tattoos, I wasn’t really in the room with him anymore. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of something else. Schoolwork or waitressing or talking with Tawny. Anything to get through the sex.
“Farah,” Cooper said in a rough voice, “look at me.” Opening my eyes, I struggled to stay calm. “Stay here with me,” he said, his gaze holding mine. “You know me. You want me. You don’t need to be afraid.”
Realizing I was crying, I wiped at the tears then forced my eyes to remain on him as he removed my jeans and underwear until I was as naked as him.
“I do want you,” I whispered, breathing too quickly as he kissed my thighs. “Please, Cooper, don’t wait.”
I reached for him as he explored while unwrapping a condom. The feel of him terrified me, but I knew it was almost over. Cooper didn’t move completely over me. Instead, he lingered at my nipples, licking at them then pulling gently with his lips. I remembered how Bailey said he was a boob man and smiled at the thought, but I just wanted it to be over.
“Tell me this is what you want,” he said as he stroked me with his cock. “You’re drunk and scared and I don’t know if I should stop.”
“I want you.”
“Because you’re drunk?” he asked, his hips no longer moving as he studied my face.
“I got drunk because I want you. Please, don’t stop.”
“Promise you won’t hate me later.”
“You’re not taking, but I’m scared if you wait too long that I won’t be brave enough to do it. Please, just keep going.”
“Scared because of me?”
Holding his gaze, I shook my head and I think Cooper understood. He kissed me tenderly and I felt more tears as his erection opened me up. His hand reached back behind my knee and arched my leg slightly. I didn’t understand, but suspected he wanted a better angle. Or maybe I was fighting him about opening my thighs enough. Either way, he moved slowly, entering me inch by inch.
Cooper looked both beautiful and terrifying as he hovered over me. I avoided focusing on the tattoos and the way his muscles moved while he worked himself slowly into me. Studying his face, I stared into those beautiful dark eyes. They were smoky with need, but his expression was soft. As he moved in and out of me, Cooper never took his eyes off my face. He was giving me a mama’s boy fuck. I told myself he did this because I mattered to him and had value.
Watching me intently, he leaned down to kiss me gently every time I started crying again. When he was tender, I could focus on his handsome face and sexy lips. Concentrating on Cooper made everything a little better because he was like magic.
Yet, even with the heated make out session in the hallway where I’d gotten myself riled up nicely, I couldn’t enjoy the feel of Cooper inside me. Hating the sensation of being full, I tensed and it hurt more. Even knowing I was making the pain worse, I couldn’t control my body’s reaction.
Tracing his lips and grazing the stubble over his jawline and cheeks, I focused on his face and not on what our bodies were doing. When I did that, it didn’t hurt so much and I panicked less. I enjoyed the feel of his skin as I stroked his chest and arms. Even if I didn’t like the actual sex, I wanted to be close to him. I also wanted to give him pleasure.
I fought my tears when Cooper’s movements sped up and he came. My mind felt scrambled and I had trouble focusing on the now with Cooper. I didn’t cry though until he was out of breath over me, kissing my face and soothing away my tears.
Hiding my face against his chest, I said his name again and again in my head. I was with Cooper Johansson in the college town of Ellsberg. I wanted this man and I was happy he wanted me back. This was a good thing. I said it again and again until Cooper pulled out of me and rested to my right side.
Opening my eyes, I found him studying me. My fingers stroked his lips and his frown eased away.
“Are you okay?” he whispered as music played loudly just outside the door.
“Yes.”
“You drank too much,” he said, caressing my stomach and breasts before settling his hand flat over my belly button. “You look ready to pass out.”
“I feel fine,” I lied as my head swam. “You’re so beautiful.”
Cooper gave me a half smile and kissed my face. Then, he was kissing my lips and I worried we would have sex again. I wasn’t ready and the room wouldn’t stay in one place. I also felt like my head had been kicked in. Lying very still, I tried to make the room stop spinning. Cooper watched me as his fingers explored softly.
Loud voices startled me and Cooper sighed. “I don’t even know whose room this is?”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, closing my eyes. “I feel weird.”
“Yeah, I know,” Cooper said as he moved around on the bed. Waiting for more sex, I flinched when he touched me. “I have your panties.” Opening my eyes, I saw he was dressed and helping me put on my clothes. “Do you think you’ll be sick?”
“No, I just feel like the room is spinning.”
“Yeah, it’ll do that with enough booze. What did you drink?”
“Tequila and beer. I think the tequila did it.”
“Mixing alcohol isn’t a nerd move, Farah,” he teased, helping me put on my shirt even though I was missing my bra. “If you need to puke, let me know and I’ll hold your hair back.”
Laughing, I almost fell over, but Cooper scooped me up into his arms and picked up my sandals. As he carried me out of the room and down the hall, I nuzzled my face against his neck. While certain he would drop me, I soon rested inside a truck.
“Whose car is this?” I asked, confused and worried he might hand me off to the next guy.
“I’m borrowing it since I’m fairly sure you’d fall off the bike. Rest and I’ll get you home.”
“I’m sorry I ruined your fun,” I babbled, leaning over against him. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Do you?”
Even in the dark, I could see he was unhappy. Yet, Cooper gave me a little smile. “Just rest, baby.”
“Don’t dump me,” I begged, clawing at his shirt. “I can do better. I won’t cry and I’ll be really good. I promise. Please, don’t dump me.”
Frowning darkly, Cooper glanced at me and I thought he wanted to dump me right there.
“Don’t cry. It kills me when you cry,” he whispered, giving a deep sigh.
I opened my mouth to say something really profound that would keep him interested in me. The next thing I knew, I woke up alone in my bed. The room was dark and I felt too weak to get up. Falling back to sleep, I wondered if Cooper would remember my name in the morning.
Chapter Fifteen
Waking up to a sick stomach and dull headache, I figured it could be worse. My hand touched between my legs and found the area slightly tender. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep for a short time before knocking at my window got me up. Cooper stood outside with a cup in each hand. Hurrying around to the front room, I opened the door and inhaled the wonderful smell of coffee.
“How are you feeling?” he asked with a sweetly concerned look on his beautiful face.
“Okay,” I said, taking the cup of coffee.
“Did you get sick last night?”
“No, I just crashed and woke up feeling kinda crappy.”
Sitting on the couch, Cooper frowned. “You’re not pissed at me, are you?”
“Why would I be?”
“You were drunk and we… You do know what we did, right?”
“I wanted to. I told you that.”
“Yeah, but I thought you might wake up and figure it was a mistake and I’m an ass.”
“I’m not mad at you. I am a little shocked you remember my name, but otherwise we’re good.”
Sighing, Cooper leaned back and draped his arm across the back of the couch. “I keep saying you’re special and not like the other girls and you keep waiting for me to forget your name.”
“I was teasing you.”
“No, you weren’t.”
Easing into a chair, I sipped the coffee. “I’m sorry.�
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“Come to my house today.”
Lifting my gaze to his face, I saw Cooper waiting for me to say no.
“I’m not feeling that great.”
“I know and sitting in this tiny apartment won’t make you feel better. When my mom gets hung over, she likes to sit in the sun. We’ve got the hot tub too. It’s relaxing.”
“That sounds nice,” I said, standing up. “I’ll get dressed.”
“Don’t worry about a swimsuit. You can borrow one of Bailey’s again.”
I started for my room then stopped next to the couch. “I’m sorry I cried last night. I know that’s lame.”
Cooper glanced at me and his gaze darkened. “We both know why you were crying and you should never apologize for that.”
Nodding, I left to get dressed in shorts and a loose lavender shirt. Returning to the living room, I found Cooper looking out of the window.
“How did you get the coffees here?” I asked, making stupid chitchat.
“Brought my truck. Figured you might not feel up to riding the bike.”
“Thanks.”
As soon as I had my backpack on, Cooper reached for my hand. We walked quietly through the hot morning to his truck and I slid inside. Cooper joined me and reached for the air conditioning. I touched his hand while setting my coffee in the cup holder.
“Can we have the windows open? The fresh air will probably help.”
Cooper nodded. “Sure, baby. Just rest.”
The smell of late summer had an intoxicating effect on me and I dozed off. When the truck stopped, I figured we were at the Johansson place. Instead, I turned my head to find us parked on the side of the road and Cooper staring out the front window with an angry frown. I was just about to ask if he was okay when he pounded on the steering wheel. As the truck shook, I squirmed closer to the door, ready to run.
Cooper stopped pounding and stared out of the window again. “Last night was a mistake,” he said in a rough voice.
“Why?”
“I keep saying you’re special, but last night wasn’t special. You were drunk and we were on some guy’s bed and I should have stopped.”