He starts finger fucking me faster, turning his hand so his fingers are now hooked inside me while he rubs my G-spot. My toes are tingling, my tits are high in the air. I’m so fucking close I feel it.
“You’re getting close,” he tells me while nipping my clit with his teeth. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers.” He is hooking his two fingers forward. In that moment I let go. My stomach goes tight, my ass lifts from the table meeting his finger, and my pussy convulses around his fingers all the while he is sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Give it to me,” he says, and I do just that. I fucking come on his hand, on his tongue.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I’m panting. “Cooper.” The orgasm rips through me.
“I’m not done with you yet. I want another one.” I don’t know what he means. He moves up to my tits, kissing them softly. He comes up, looks into my eyes, and kisses me, tongue and all. I taste him, I taste me, I taste us, and I love it.
I don’t ever want him to stop kissing me. His fingers are still in my pussy, this time moving fast, moving rough, while his palm slaps my clit while he goes all the way in. It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s coming again. I don’t know if it’s been five seconds or five minutes but right then I’m fucking coming again, groaning into his mouth.
I’m coming down from the two orgasms, and I’m still clutching his fingers. He slowly releases me in both senses.
I look up at him but then put my eyes down, because let’s face it, I’m fucking embarrassed. He just ate me out on his table. I just came on his hands. Twice. What is wrong with me? I’m a mom. His trainer. And I sure as hell won’t ever be anything more.
“Don’t you dare go into your head.”
I look up, shocked that he knew that was where I was going. How did he know this?
“I’m not going into my head, it’s just I don’t do this. This isn’t me. I’ve never given myself so freely. Jesus, I’ve known you less than a month, and I’ve had three orgasms, count them, three.” I pull up the digits on my fingers for him to see. “I’m just not like those other puck bunnies.”
He puts his fingers on my lips, stopping me from continuing to talk. “Babe, you don’t think I know you are different? I knew the minute you threw your sass in my face. So, I’m going to go upstairs and take a cold shower before things move faster than we both want.” He kisses my lips gently, strolling out of the dining room, leaving me with my tits in the air and ripped panties.
Okay, so I mentally freak out when he leaves the room. I jump down, pull up my bra, covering my tits. I flatten down my dress, hoping I won’t have a Marilyn Monroe moment. I look around, deciding to start supper while he’s in the shower cooling down.
I smack my hand on my forehead, not even thinking about Cooper and his needs. I just let him go away with his dick hard. Oh my gosh, he’s probably masturbating right now in the shower. I open the fridge, grabbing the lettuce, some tomatoes, cucumber, and onions. I snoop around, trying to find a cutting board and bowl. Once I’ve set up everything, I turn on my music on my phone, not even noticing anything around me. The scene at the table runs through my mind, playing on rewind. He totally caught the clit in one shot. Who would have fucking thought?
I’m swinging my hips to the song Cheerleader when I feel his hand on my hip, his wet hair brushing my shoulder where he puts a kiss.
“I could get used to this.”
“Oh yeah, what is that exactly?”
“You here, with me, shaking that ass, me being able to grab it.”
“If I let you. You’ve got to start the BBQ. I’ll finish the salad.”
He kisses my cheek, grabbing the chicken and going outside, leaving me wanting more.
Supper goes by quickly. Eating outside in the secluded back yard is relaxing. As the night slowly approaches, the tea candle chandeliers are set throughout the yard, giving a beautiful glow.
We are still sitting at the table after the dishes have been cleared, just enjoying the night. He has my feet up into his lap, and it feels like magic, like it was always meant to be. It feels like it’s been him forever, which doesn’t make sense because we just met.
I’m looking at him from where I’m sitting, and I have to say it’s the best view I’ve ever seen. He has thrown on another pair of shorts, this time basketball style, which fall low on his hips. Another T-shirt, this time charcoal color with the A&F stretched across his chest pulling tight, he is leaned back so his T-shirt has risen up a little, just giving you the hint of his abs. It is in that moment that I know I’ll be having my dessert.
I take my feet off his lap, which surprises him.
“I would have you know that I’m a girl who never says no to dessert. Yes, it’s fattening, and yes, I have to bust my ass on the treadmill the next day. But even knowing that, it will be so worth it to have that sweetness, or that tart on my tongue lingering, making my mouth water. It is almost too much to pass up.” I’m now on my knees in front of him, his eyes half hooded, my hands roaming up his legs, landing on his cock, which is slowly coming to life in my hands.
“You should never say no to dessert.”
I make my way past the elastic of his shorts, putting my hand inside, and wrapping it around his cock. He comes to life, his width making my fingers not able to touch.
I pull my hand up and down, all the while watching his eyes. I pull down his pants, freeing him. Leaning forward, I take a swipe of the tip of his cock, licking the little pre-cum that has seeped out.
He is so hard, his cock head is almost purple. He is smooth and soft. I can’t wait for more. I put my mouth on his cock, sucking in. Hearing him groan makes me take more of him in my mouth. I go down till I can’t take him in anymore, his hands in my hair guiding me slowly.
I take my mouth off and slowly lick all the way down his shaft till I get to his balls. Sucking one softly into my mouth while palming his cock up and down, I twist when I get to the head. I can’t get enough of him. I put him back into my mouth, sucking him back in while gripping his base, going up and down. It’s all too much for me with his dick in my mouth. I slip my hand under my skirt, zeroing in on my clit.
Cooper notices my movement. “Is your pussy wet for me?” Not willing to let go of his cock in my mouth, I just moan, continuing my assaults on his cock and my clit. He is almost hitting the back of my throat. He is now full on fucking my mouth, making me want to come with him.
“I’m going to come,” he grunts while thrusting up to meet my mouth. I rub my clit faster while concentrating on him. I want him to come in my mouth. I want him to give me this. I want to know that I gave him that.
“Babe, if you don’t move now...” But while he says that it’s too late. I feel him jerk inside of my mouth, pulsing all down my throat, and I take it. I take every last drop of him, not taking my mouth off till I know he’s done.
He drags me up on his lap, plunging his tongue into my mouth, making me reach up and grab his neck, not ever wanting to stop.
“That was the best sample of dessert I think I ever had,” I finally say, leaning my forehead on his.
“Yeah, I say next time we sample together.”
“That has to be the best idea you’ve ever had. But it’s getting late. I have an early morning client who is a pain in my ass. So I think I better go.”
“A pain in the ass, huh?”
“You have no fucking idea. Thank God he’s hot and has a great ass. Makes the practice a bit more enjoyable.”
“Great ass...what about my cock? I have a great cock.”
“And with that, I’m out.”
I go to stand up, smoothing down my skirt before walking to the side gate.
“Babe, you call me when you get home.”
“Babe, it takes me six minutes to get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
“Babe, you get home you call me. End of discussion or I follow you home. Choice is yours.”
“You’re an annoying pain in the ass, have I mentioned?”<
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“Babe, call.”
I groan and stomp to my car, not before my waist is dragged back, and he kisses me on the lips.
“Had fun, best dessert ever, drive safe. Call me, yeah?”
I sigh. “Fine, I’ll text you when I get home.”
And with that I jump into my Jeep and pull out, leaving him standing there looking at me. I am so not calling him when I get home. It’s the principle. I can’t do what he tells me to do all the time. I’m having this conversation with myself, making myself crazy. I’m so not calling him or texting him. Nope. I am an independent woman. He is not the boss of me. I pull up into my driveway, glaring at my reflection in the mirror.
I’m home. Fuck off.
And with that text I walk inside my house and straight to bed, sleeping better than I have been in the longest time.
Chapter Nine
The days fly by. We’ve gotten into a routine together. He always meets me in the morning with a cup of coffee, because I can never ever get here before him, and if I’m honest I don’t even fucking try.
He earns his first peck on the lips of the day.
We train for three hours, and I’m always waiting for him when he gets out of the shower. I have to admit I think about him under the water, sometimes tempted to go with him, but I’m not doing that.
It’s now Thursday. I have two days before the kids are back. A topic that has yet to come up with Cooper. I’ve put it in my mind that he doesn’t need to know since this thing is a fling. Our nights are spent pretty much with our hands and mouths attached to each other.
We have yet to have sex, and I’m not sure what the holdup is.
I mean, I know I want him to stick it in me, but we haven’t even been on a date.
“Babe, do you think you can get me someone to do drills with on the ice? Not that you aren’t good, but another guy to shoot to and pass.”
“Umm, yes, I was going to suggest that next week. But I think we can get someone here on Saturday. Would it matter if he’s a student?”
“Is he good, can he keep up?”
“Yeah, he is good, he’s fast, and he was top scorer of his team last year.”
“Then set it up.” He gets ready to hit up the gym.
“Oh, I spoke to Tom. We are going over there tomorrow night, so don’t make plans.”
“Okay.”
I have to text Meghan and bring her up to speed with our status. I don’t even know what to call it, so I’m sticking with fling.
Hey, so apparently I’m having supper at your house tomorrow. What do you want me to bring?
Oh, look who crawls out of her orgasms and texts me. Hello, ho-bag. How’s the vagina going?
Really, really relaxed if I say so myself. Cooper has been getting very well acquainted with it. I’m hoping that his cock wants to come over for a play date, but sadly nothing yet.
So massive foreplay, no home run yet?
Who are you? Did you just shoot out a baseball term?
I’m sorry. Did that stump your vocabulary? How is this then, did he score in your net?
Ugh, I don’t know what is worse, baseball or hockey terms from you.
HAHAHA okay, bring dessert if you must. It’s going to be only us, so not too much. I’m dieting to lose the last five pounds of the twins.
Shut up, you look amazing. I’ll try to get the most disgusting dessert I can, and I’ll ask if they can make it stale. That should help.
You read my mind! See you tomorrow.
One text conversation over, my next one is to Matthew. When Cooper asked for someone to share, he is the only one good enough to go toe to toe with him.
Hey, baby, you in the mood to share the ice Saturday morning?
UMM, ARE YOU ASKING ME TO SHARE THE ICE WITH COOPER STONE?
You are so smart sometimes. The answer is yes. Are you up to it? It’s at 3 a.m., so you should ask your dad to drop you off Friday night so we can hit the rink together.
Actually, I’m spending the night at Dan’s. Can you swing by on the way to the rink?
Sure. Be ready at 2:45. Don’t stay up too late.
I won’t, Mom. Love you.
Love you, too, buddy, kiss my girl for me.
Two days later, I finally get to the rink before Cooper.
I do this just so I won’t have to do the introductions before the ice. I’m so nervous I might throw up.
Last night after we left Meghan’s we made our way back to his house, where we got tangled in the sheets. I fell asleep next to him, dragging my ass out of bed at two-fifteen.
This is going to be a rough day, especially with Allison coming back home tonight.
“Hey, baby, this must be a cold day in hell if you are here before me.”
“HA HA HA, I had to pick up Matthew for you to practice with. He is in there getting ready. Or he might be on the ice already. I’ll meet you there.”
As I get on the ice, I notice they are both on the ice, each skating at the opposite end.
“Okay, boys, we are going to do four drills.” I take my marker, drawing the drills on the glass so they know where to go and what to do.
When I’ve explained all the drills, I blow my whistle and watch them take off.
Matthew is a little nervous at first, skating with Cooper is a thrill for him, but after the first round of drills, he is on his game.
Not because he’s my kid, but he’s good, he’s always been on the ice. I think he was on skates before he could walk.
Cooper skates up to me. “Who is this kid? He is really, really good. Reminds me of me at his age.”
“His name is Matthew. He’s been skating since he was a tiny little thing.” I look over at Matthew, smiling. He skates over, looking at Cooper.
“Was that okay? I started off shaky, but I’m ready for the next drill.” He looks up at Cooper, waiting for him to throw him off the ice.
“You’re good, kid. You skate fast, you handle the stick well, you can shoot, and you have a good head for the plays.”
He smiles a huge ass smile. It’s like he just won himself the Stanley Cup.
“Thanks. It means a lot coming from the best person on the ice. I had a good teacher.” He looks over at me. “My mom can kick my ass on this ice.”
And there it is. The cat is officially out of the bag. I turn to look at Cooper, but it’s too late. He’s skating away.
“Let’s do the next drill, Matthew,” he shouts from the other side of the rink.
I try to get him to notice me, but he avoids me at all costs.
He does his drills with Matthew, singing praise, going over different things to try to make it better.
The buzzer rings, letting us know that time is up. Matthew goes to skate off.
“Mom, you’re going home now or do I stay dressed for the next class?”
“Up to you, babe. Tom is doing his class at seven if you want to jump into that one.”
“Yeah, sounds good. I’ll meet you up for a protein shake.” He walks off into the changing room, leaving me with Cooper.
I feel his anger rolling off of him. My heart is beating so fast because I don’t know what this means, but I’m not ready for this thing to be over.
“You have a fucking kid and didn’t think it was something to tell me?” He leans down, looking into my eyes, talking through his clenched teeth.
“I actually have two children. Matthew who is fifteen and Allison who is five.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You fucking lied straight to my face.”
Okay, now I’m getting pissed. I didn’t technically ever lie to him, I just omitted it from our conversations.
“I never lied, the topic just never came up.”
“Never came up, are you fucking with me? We have been talking about everything for the last week and never ever have you mentioned that you have two kids. Don’t you think it’s something you should have mentioned?”
“Actually, no, I don’t think it is something I should have me
ntioned seeing as I wasn’t going to let the two worlds collide. So there was no reason to bring it up.”
“TWO. WORLDS. COLLIDE.” And with that, he leaves me here by myself on the ice looking at his ass as he skates away.
Well, I guess that is over. Why do I feel this pain inside my chest, this heaviness? I knew this was coming, but I still can’t help but feel sad. I actually liked him.
The rest of the day drags on with not one more run-in with Cooper. He didn’t even stop for his protein shake after his shower.
Matthew told me he said he was just going to grab something after. So I did what I do best. I continued and left it in my mind where I would think about it later. When I was alone by myself.
I didn’t even have the energy to text Meghan and let her know.
I arrive home at the same time that James is pulling into the driveway.
“Momma, Momma, Momma,” I hear Allison’s little voice and everything I did today is washed away with the sight of my girl. She runs over, launching herself into my arms. I go down and kiss her neck, making her giggle.
“Allison, Daddy is leaving. I’ll see you next week, okay? Matthew, call me later.” James tries to get her attention, but I haven’t seen her in five days. At her age she has a thousand stories to tell me.
I take it all in, waving to James as he heads out. We are together for five minutes before a black Range Rover enters the driveway. My stomach balls into a fist of pain. It’s tight, and I think I’m going to throw up.
Cooper gets out of the truck and when I look at him I’m blown away. I’ve seen him countless times at this point but each and every time I’m taken aback by his beauty.
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