by Lucia Jordan
“Mhmm?” He changed direction and stopped her from moving any further. “Jenny? Look at me.”
His tone was harsh. She couldn’t help but do as he asked.
“We’re not kids anymore.” He glared at her.
“Yes, I see that.”
“We’re adults, and we very obviously want each other.”
“What?” she cried, chuckling in shock at his bluntness.
He reached for her face and she lurched backward, but he grabbed her arm instead to draw her nearer. She shuffled in his hold, not meeting his eyes, her gaze glued to the front of his t-shirt. His hand rested on her back for an instant before sliding upward, lifting her baggy shirt, baring her skin, and stroking it.
With a shattered gasp, she attempted to bolt but he was holding her tightly, her small body crushed against his tall, muscled one. Wordlessly, she struggled to pull away and wordlessly he rubbed her back, holding her imprisoned.
“Stop it, Cooper!” she whispered and the words didn’t have any commitment whatsoever. She cursed herself. Her pussy was tingling. Her boobs seemed to be tugged toward his chest by some force that she was trying very hard to fight.
“Look at me!” he roared and she gazed up angrily. Her mind was in turmoil, her body distressed at being stroked…on only her back. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms, naked, their skin touching. The ache in her pussy was agonizingly obvious to her troubled resolve. “Do you feel that?”
“What?”
“My hand. Do you know where I’d rather rub you?”
No words formed. She was dying, shaking with the urge to give up. It didn’t matter that she thought he was a player. She only wanted to see his body naked, feel his cock stretching her insides. His blue eyes were drawing her into their depths. She remembered the old Cooper again. She couldn’t gaze into his eyes and not remember.
His hand stubbornly slid over her back, over her ass, and delved down between the cheeks.
“Unh!” she groaned and jerked. Her pussy was a wet, quivering mess.
He yanked her closer and her face was pressed against his neck. “Do you feel how hard you make me, Jen?” It took a moment for her to realize that there was something very hard and unbending poking her in her stomach. The thrill of knowing that he was so aroused made her go limp and she inhaled sharply. “You can’t lie to me, Jen. I know you want me.”
“I don’t!” she mumbled against his shoulder, her traitorous body relaxing a little as his fingers stroked her crack, and delved even lower. As soon as they touched the wet spot on her PJs where her pussy was juicing through, she lurched in shock and he instantly let her go.
A smile spread across his face. “Liar!” he said with a chuckle and she pursed her lips, burning in mortification, her cheeks ablaze. She slammed the bedroom door shut and pressed the lock in the center of the knob. It wouldn’t catch.
Frustrated, she jerked off her wet PJ bottoms and baggy shirt, and slipped into a white tank top and blue shorts. She snuggled beneath the covers on the bed. Her breath was shattered. The lust flowing through her veins was unreal. She didn’t remember the last time she had felt so desperate to throw away everything and just claim the prize that was hiding in a man’s pants.
With Jason, she had always had to be urged to have sex. The last few months with him had been completely dull and sexless. She hadn’t even felt like she was missing out on something. And now, she did.
Cooper’s dick had been hard for me. So hard. She clenched her eyes shut and squeezed her pussy. It was drenched through, wetting her shorts. It was annoying and she wanted to wash herself, but she didn’t trust herself to get out of the bed. I’m not moving. If she left the bed, she would surely go out and take off his pants to see his dick. It was an overwhelming craving.
Two hours later, Cooper rubbed his eyes, while his gaze remained unfocused on the TV screen. The situation was insane. He was twenty-eight years old, a successful businessman, and he was sitting with an erection for the past couple of hours, aching for the girl asleep in his guest bedroom. The need to have her pussy, and feel the wetness sheathing his cock was obliterating everything. Going forward with Jenny would surely shift their relationship forever. But he had already shaken the balance beyond redemption. Seeing her after years had made him desperate to keep her close to him. If he slept with her…he couldn’t even imagine how vulnerable he would become.
He was infatuated like hell and aroused like he had never imagined he could be. He felt nostalgic. He had only felt this sex crazed when he was a teenager.
Sighing, he stood up. He had already destroyed all pretense of not being into her when he held her and touched her ass. It had been too tempting. He wasn’t used to holding himself back. After what had already happened that night, he was terrified that he would wake up and she’d be gone. She would wake up in the middle of the night and disappear.
He had to make himself clear. He had to make her know what he wanted. No more games.
He strode swiftly toward the front door of his apartment and locked the door, before pulling out the key and throwing it above the refrigerator. The heights of childish behavior he was willing to go to, just to make her stay, made him chuckle.
With Jenny, he had learned new things about himself. He had never had a long-term relationship. He had never lived with a woman, and he didn’t give a damn when they left after his unaffectionate nature became too much to bear.
Now he gave a damn.
He knocked on Jenny’s bedroom door softly. When no reply came, he opened the door and saw her body curled into a fetal position. His breath was harsh as he took the gamble. If this paid off, he was sure as hell that he would be a very happy man.
“Jenny?”
She didn’t move, so he stepped in. She lurched upright. “What do you want?”
“Were you asleep?” he asked dubiously.
“Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t. Do you have a problem?” she shot back furiously.
He stared at her, and slid his hands into his pants pockets. In the mellow light of the lamp spilling over his strong features, he looked like a force to be reckoned with. He also looked heartbreakingly hot.
“I have a problem.”
“What?” she swallowed as his ominous expression registered.
“My dick’s hard for you, Jen, and you’re so wet for it that I can taste it in the air. That’s my freaking problem,” he almost yelled. “I want to fuck you, Jen! That’s my problem! I want to touch your tits and feed on them all fucking night! That’s my problem! Now you tell me why you’re sleeping in the guest bedroom when you sure as hell should be sleeping with me?”
Touch Me Book 3
Jenny swallowed past the lump in her throat. She had goose bumps. She gaped at Cooper, who had a frigid expression freezing his face. She stared at the wall, at the bookshelf on the wall. Don’t look at him! She wished the bed would swallow her up whole.
Why am I fighting? I want him.
No! No way. He had planned this all along. He just wants to score.
But it’s Cooper! And he threw Celia out, didn’t he?
The man had humbled himself enough, and he had tried enough. He could have any woman he wanted.
I have a thing for a certain brunette.
He has a thing for me.
Her cheeks flamed as the memory returned – the memory of his mouth on hers, his rough hands on her body. Cooper was harsh, there was a storm trapped inside him and once she relented, she was sure he would throw her around and do as he pleased with her.
She slipped off the bed, and wordlessly pushed her hair off her face. Not once had the word relationship come up. She was glad somewhat. It gave her an excuse. She was sure she couldn’t deal with the drama of that for the next two years.
Should I brush my hair? Should I brush my teeth? No. There wasn’t any time. She wanted to be with him. She had struggled enough.
She glanced up, her breath shaky, and he raised an eyebrow. His torso, naked and bronzed, gleamed in th
e mellow light. The contours were more pronounced, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she imagined stroking his chest. Frustrated, she rubbed her face with both hands viciously.
“Jen?”
Her gaze lurched up. She waited for him to say more, but when he didn’t, she jerked at the hem of her tank top obsessively.
Her long lean legs were shapely and gorgeous, and he gritted his teeth as he savored the delectable sight. He had never seen her legs, or her bare midriff. He certainly approved of her choice of sleepwear.
It was over. The game, the façade was done. He couldn’t do it anymore. He had laid out his cards, gambled everything, and now it was all up to her. The look on her face, her stance, made it clear that she knew the ball was in her court.
Wordlessly, he reached for the covers and moved them off, away from her hips.
She stood up silently, facing him, her lips parted as she breathed. He reached for her hand and she gave it to him, giving up all the struggles at once. He laced his fingers through hers, watching her hand as if it was the best thing he had ever beheld. Her thighs were aching, her insides quailing in expectancy. His hand, long fingers and broad palm, tightened over her fingers, and he stroked them. Every little touch sent shivers straight to her pussy. She could almost taste what was ahead of her. His forcefulness, his consuming, unthinking passion…
“You're warm.” His words were soft, breaking her reverie.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re shaking.”
She blushed and chuckled. “I don’t know.”
Her face mesmerized Cooper. She was looking at her hand, the one he held, and her parted lips made his balls ache.
She was tense, and she was overthinking everything. He didn’t want her to be stressed out. He had years worth of longings to quench inside the warmth of her body, and he wanted her willing, not shaking.
“I’m scared, Coop,” she whispered as if sharing a precious secret she could only share with him.
His fingers ached to slide down her thigh, touch the soft skin. He fought the urge and stroked her wrist instead, gently, and sensually. “Scared of me?” She thought for a moment before nodding. He smiled. “I think you keep forgetting Jenny, that ’s it ’ s me. I’m still the same Cooper.”
“But you’ve changed.”
He swallowed and his fingers trailed along her knuckles. “So have you, Jenny.”
“I don’t know what we’re doing, and why we’re doing it,” she stammered in confusion, feeling every little touch, his fingers scorching a path over her hand.
“Come.” He dragged her along, out of the bedroom. “This is the guest bedroom. It ’ s not meant for you anymore.”
**
Cooper closed his bedroom door behind them and sat on the bed, never leaving her hand as he lay back. She shifted, sitting at the edge, and her chest rose with a harsh breath as he dragged her hard onto the front of his trousers. Jenny’s gaze shot to his.
She gasped and looked away, panting, her hand stiff yet warmed by the heat of his dick. Soft cotton covered his cock, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. It felt good. She relaxed her fingers and shyly returned her gaze back to his. He breathed harshly, his nostrils flaring as he stared straight into her eyes.
Gaining courage, Jenny scooted closer and slid her hand over his dick. She stroked the base and traveled sideways over the trapped length.
Her throat went dry. He was big. His cock was big. She had a sinking, comical feeling that she wasn’t built big enough for it.
“Do you see what you do to me?” He caressed her bare arm, dragging her closer. Parting his thighs, he trapped her exploratory hand between his legs. “Say it, Jenny. Do you feel how hard my dick gets for you?” He grabbed her nape and yanked her face down. She gasped. His lips were two inches away from hers. “It’s been this hard ever since you came here. Ever since you came to me,” he groaned as if in pain. Jenny breathed harshly, stroking his cock, while he held her face imprisoned, his words soft against her lips. “I want you, Jen.” His voice dropped to the barest of whispers. “I want my dick inside your pussy.”
Jenny was no match for this kind of wordplay. She was naïve and inexperienced and she didn’t even know people talked liked that. Cooper was trapping her in a cocoon of hot and cold. She couldn’t breathe.
She waited for him to kiss her. He stayed still, letting her explore his cock over his trousers, letting her pant while she waited. There was no way he was going to let her back out of this. There was no way he was having another debate over how it was a fucking mistake. It was no mistake.
“Tell me, Jenny,” he hissed. He jerked his trousers down his thighs with one hand. Greedily, she covered the hot, soft skin covering hard granite. His cock stood up arrogantly, lifting the covers with its unbelievable length.
“God!”
“Do you want this?” He clutched her hand and made her stroke his dick harder. She tried to escape the question by bending down to kiss him. He seized her hair, yanking her head back. “Say you want it inside your body. It ’ s all yours if you want it.”
“I…” She blushed and fought to kiss him again, but his grip on her hair was unrelenting.
With a swift jerk, he yanked her upper body fully atop his. She moaned and he grasped her face in both hands. Jenny’s body was reacting volatilely. She was melting on top of him. Her breasts were crushed in her tank top, spilling over his bare chest. He was holding her face so…protectively.
“Yes, yes, Cooper.”
With a grunt derived by pure satisfaction, he dragged her face down and captured her lips in his. The kiss was harsh, consuming. His mouth slanted aggressively, while his fingers pressed into her jaw to make her mouth open wider.
“Unh,” she groaned as he grabbed her waist and pulled her beneath him with surprising agility and speed. She had expected to be thrown around so she wasn’t as shocked. He bent his knees, his thighs sliding beneath hers, and pressed his cock against the drenched spot on her shorts. “Ah!” Now she was shocked. It was hard, and she was still clothed. He thrust onto her crotch sensually and she opened her eyes to see him above her. He was looming dangerously, his neck lined with veins, his shoulders strained. He bent down and bit her lower lip teasingly, before abandoning it. Jenny clutched his shoulders and drew him down. Cooper chuckled into her mouth, seizing her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue slid between her lips, and she gave him hers fully.
She arched her back, surrendering to the heated demands of his body, and the torridness he emanated. His hands glided down her waist, and her tank top was thrown off a moment later. He was deft, and before she knew it, her shorts were off, until she lay in her bra. He moved back hurriedly and yanked her upper body up, reaching behind her to undo the clasp while he bit her lips ferociously.
Her breasts spilled out, and Cooper’s pupils dilated as he saw the round, firm mounds topped with pink nipples. “Jen!” he grunted angrily onto her lips while his hands splayed possessively over her boobs. “God, Jenny. You have such pretty tits.”
She clasped Cooper’s back while he kissed her and fondled her breasts with his large hands. Staring into her eyes, he pushed her ruthlessly back onto the bed. His mouth clamped closed around one nipple and Jenny curled up in delight. Her pussy squeezed tightly as he sucked, holding both tits up and together.
He was going mad with need. He couldn’t concentrate. He wanted to claim every inch of her beautiful body at the same instant. His hand delved down between her thighs, and he forced his fingers up into her with a grunt.
“Aah! Coop!” she whispered, aching, her insides welcoming the thick fingers.
“You're tight! You’re so tight!” he said as if that was a problem.
That’s when her dazed mind remembered. His cock was bigger than average – if she assumed average to be Jason’s dick. She scrunched her eyelids and he plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy. His body was crushing hers, his knees holding her legs apart.
He bit her lips and she w
inced as sharp teeth grazed her lower lip. She gave him her tongue, and grunting, he moved his fingers deeper up her pussy. Jenny squeezed her ass tightly, feeling the tumultuous waves of orgasm grip her.
“Aah!” s S he gasped and her lips parted, immobile, not participating in the kiss anymore. It didn’t deter him. He pulled his fingers out, bending his head to her pussy. “No!” She twisted to the side, attempting to clamp her thighs shut. He was too strong, and he held her thighs up and apart while his mouth disappeared between her thighs. She grabbed his head and slipped her fingers through his thick hair, moaning, mumbling incoherently. His tongue slipped along her slit, and his lips closed over her pussy to suckle. She blushed and gave in, her back arching, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.
Cooper watched the glorious expressions cross her face. She was innocent and sweet and wonderful, and she tasted incredible. The beautiful face scrunched up in desire and arousal made his heart slam onto his ribs with a vengeance. Her breasts were parted, pushing upward as he bit her pussy lips. With a groan, he was above her again, holding her face between both hands.
“Jen!” His face was harsh as he fought the demands of his cock. He couldn’t wait. He was going to cheat on the foreplay. He was going to take her quickly or else he was going to explode. He positioned his cock on her pussy and she gasped, grabbing his waist. “Jenny! Look at me, Jen!” When she finally looked straight into his eyes, he rammed his dick into her.
She screamed and her neck strained as her head fell back. Her back arched like a bow and she clawed at his shoulders. Cooper bit her neck as he slid his dick all the way out, and back in. He was going to cum too soon. He dragged his dick against the walls of her pussy, making her scream and her eyes widen.
“You’re so good,” he whispered. “You feel so good. Why did we wait so long?” He stroked her naked ass and rammed deeply. Jenny’s eyes clenched shut as an animalistic moan left her chest.
Jenny couldn’t concentrate, her face was heating up, her sight blurring as the streaks of agonizing lust burst like an inferno in her core. “Oh! Oh!” Her screams ricocheted off the ceiling. She twitched beneath him, her legs tightening as she came. He shoved hard, forcefully, the head of his cock burrowing into the very end of her passage. The spasms of her orgasm gripped his cock, and he jerked, his muscular body going taut as he filled her with his cum. His face buried into her neck, his grunts vibrated onto her skin.