by KB Winters
“Holy shit!” I yelped, seeing my reflection in the mirror. The bathroom lighting was made to be forgiving, but even that wasn’t helping. My eyes were dark with way too much make-up and it had smudged with the sweat from dancing under the lights. My hair had been teased and curled before my show, but now it just looked like a sticky, old hairspray mess.
I stripped off the robe and, for the first time, wondered who it even belonged to. I had grabbed the closest thing when I saw Cooper backstage. I shuddered, wondering when it had last been washed and what kinds of…fluids…might be on it.
“Ugh,” I kicked it away into the corner of the bathroom and went back to get in the shower.
I let the hot water run over my body while I investigated all of Cooper’s bathroom products, opening and smelling each one. I selected a new bar of soap and opened the package, using it to scrub away all the make-up, and then I used my fingers to untangle the knots in my hair and kept rinsing till there was no sticky hairspray feeling anymore.
When I stepped out of the shower, onto the cushioned bath mat, I felt a million times better. I wrapped up in a huge towel and stood in the steamy bathroom for a few minutes, reluctant to leave the warm room. But my curiosity of what would happen next finally convinced me to go back into the bedroom, half expecting Cooper to be waiting there for me.
But he wasn’t. Instead, there was a long-sleeved shirt laid out on the bed and a pair of long, white socks. I smiled and finished toweling off quickly. I tossed the wet towel back in the bathroom and then slipped into the silky smooth shirt, buttoning all the buttons except the top two. Without my usual push-up bra, I didn’t have much cleavage, but my bare breasts filled the shirt out and my nipples poked at the fabric, which I knew Cooper would notice.
I pulled the socks on and sat on the bed for a minute, wondering how much snooping I could do before Cooper would come looking for me. The man might drive me insane, but I had this insatiable curiosity that I couldn’t shake. I wanted to go through his closet, smell his clothes, see what kind of kinky stuff he might have hiding in his nightstand or dresser drawers.
In the end, I resisted the urge and went downstairs. As I neared the kitchen, the smell of food kicked my stomach into gear and I was glad I hadn’t dawdled any longer upstairs. I had barely eaten anything in two days, my stomach too nervous to keep anything down. But now, I felt safe, and I was famished!
I stepped into the kitchen and Cooper had his back to me but when he turned around, he did a full double-take, and I smiled. “Better?” I asked.
He didn’t try to hide his lust as he rounded the island and came to stand close to me. “You’re so fucking sexy, Allison.” His brown eyes lingered on mine before traveling down to the exposed skin where I had left the shirt unbuttoned. I felt my nipples harden under his gaze and he reached a hand up and gently cupped my breast, running his thumb over the tender bud. I trembled and held back a moan at the warmth of his hand and the gentle pressure of his touch.
He brought his other hand up and cupped my face. I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes, taking in the feel of his skin on my cheek.
Just as quickly as it had started, he released me and went back to the counter. I opened my eyes and watched as he retrieved two glasses of wine. He handed one to me and directed me to the dining room. He pulled out my chair and once I was seated, disappeared back into the kitchen. When he returned, he held two plates of pasta. He set one down in front of me and then handed me a fork before sitting down opposite me.
I took a deep sip of wine and then set my glass down, the sound of it on the table making me aware of how quiet the room was. As if reading my mind, Cooper fished his phone out of his pocket and tapped at the screen. Seconds later, the room filled with a soft, instrumental song.
“Very suave, Mr. Brighton,” I said, smiling at him. “The dinner, the wine, the music, all very nice. So, let me ask you again, what am I doing here? What’s this all about?”
He set down his fork and took a sip from his own wine glass. “I want you, Allison.”
His words sent a rush of heat all over my whole body, settling between my legs as I ached for him.
“And I know you want me,” he continued.
“Oh, really?” I took another sip, this time pausing to lick my lips before setting down my glass. His eyes widened at my gesture and my heart raced, getting even more turned on by the power I felt, knowing I could drive him just as crazy as he made me. “Prove it.”
Chapter Nine
Cooper jumped out of his seat and rounded the table. Before I could even take a full breath, his lips were crushed up against mine. He hungrily parted my lips and plunged his tongue into my mouth, tangling with mine and sending shivers dancing down my spine with each tangled twirl. He pulled me up from my chair, never leaving my lips. He grabbed at my hips, his fingers pressing into the fleshy skin as the shirt rode up, exposing my bare ass. Without hesitation, he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his narrow hips, my feet locked together behind his back. Our furious kissing continued, leaving me breathless as he started towards the formal staircase through the living room. I clung tightly as he carried me up the stairs, my nails digging into his back, desperate for him to strip off his shirt so I could get to his skin.
He hauled me back into his bedroom and we finally broke apart when he released me onto his bed. I lay there, looking up at him, panting for breath as he stripped off his shirt.
“Cooper,” I said, breathless, as I squirmed on the bed before him, desperate for him to touch me again. My whole body was alive, every fiber on high alert.
Cooper put one leg on the bed and leaned forward, hovering over me. I arched up, trying to get him to kiss me again, but he gave me a devilish smile and backed off instead, teasing me. Then, slowly, he started unbuttoning each button on the shirt he had given me to wear. He left the fabric closed, waiting until the last button was undone, before sweeping the shirt open and revealing my naked body.
“Cooper.” I could barely speak. I was aching, my pussy was throbbing and I could feel how wet I was getting just at his expression and the promise of what was going to happen next.
He drew a finger from my chin all the way down, slowing as he got lower and lower on my body. Wherever his finger touched felt like it burst into hot flames that triggered all through my body as I tried to keep from grabbing his hand and putting it where I so desperately needed it to go. He wanted me to be patient, to wait for him.
The gentle sweeping of his fingertips reached the soft curve below my navel and then, painstakingly slowly, lowered into the thin patch of hair and I instantly arched back, my eyes closed, waiting for him. His finger stalled, not going any lower and I whimpered.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low.
I opened my eyes and they locked with his. He had his half-cocked smile that meant he was amused. If I wasn’t so incredibly turned on, I would have been annoyed. As it was, I nodded, biting my lip and pleading with my eyes, willing him to continue.
“Good, but not yet,” he answered and my hopes fell. He brought his hand back up and cupped one of my breasts. “First, I want to taste these sweet pink titties.” He lowered his mouth to my nipple and flicked back and forth with his tongue.
I moaned out, and bucked back at the waves of pleasure coursing through me. My hand instinctively went between my thighs but Cooper stopped me, pulling my hand away and pinning it above my head on the bed.
“Not yet,” he firmly reminded me, before giving me a slight nip with his teeth.
I cried out and he laughed softly at my mild frustration. He sucked my nipple and then ran his tongue under the curve of my breast and moved to the other. He pinched my other nipple that was still wet from his tongue and then came back up to capture my lips in his, kissing me fiercely, his hands roaming back over my stomach, teasing and torturing me as he would dip lower, and then slide back up.
“Cooper, please,” I begged.
He released the arm he had pinn
ed and then made his way down my body, keeping his dark eyes fixed on me intently as he moved slowly, his skin brushing against mine as he lowered down my body. He dropped a kiss to the top of my thigh and I arched back at the bolts of heat flashing over me.
My hands dug into the thick covers on the bed as he kissed the other thigh and used his hands to push apart my knees. He stopped and when I opened my eyes, he was staring at me and for a moment, I was flushed with a wave of anxiety, wondering what he was thinking as he explored.
“You’re perfect, Allison,” he breathed. He lowered his face and I shivered at the feel of his stubbled jaw rubbing against the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. Before my next breath, he flicked his tongue along my delicate fold and I bucked back on the bed as if I had been shocked. I moaned out and begged for him to keep going.
He ran his tongue back up and circled the tiny bundle of nerves that were pulsing with desire. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out at the intense pleasure as he used his tongue and soft, warm lips to explore every inch, each contact pushing me farther and farther. As I got closer to the breaking point, I was thrashing on the bed, and Cooper pulled back and wrapped his arms around my legs, forcing them open wider and pinning me still. I wrestled against him, trying to coax him to keep going. My orgasm was ebbing away and I needed him to touch me, to give me release.
He didn’t bring his mouth back to me, but he inserted a finger deep inside me and thrust in and out, adding a finger after the first few strokes. His skilled fingers easily found a sensitive spot inside me and stroked with his finger.
“Holy shit!” I cried out. My body convulsed and thrashed but Cooper held me still, almost effortlessly. He kept going and my orgasm built again, this time stronger and more urgent-feeling. “Cooper. Don’t. Stop.”
As soon as I said it, he slowed and thrust his fingers deeper. “Not yet.”
“Fuck!” I yelled. My frustration growing deeper by the second as my whole body was on fire, waiting for relief.
I looked up and met his eyes, blazing with intensity. “We’re doing this my way tonight. You’re going to have to trust me.”
His fingers were still inside me but barely moving, and I felt my climax winding down. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, to get away from me, that he didn’t have to be such a fucking control freak, but I couldn’t say anything. I wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with me. The idea of it turned me on much more than I would have ever expected. I lay my head back down and felt Cooper release me and start back up my body. His hands slid up my sides, feeling my curves, and he paused to nibble at my breast for a moment, before coming back up to kiss me. The taste of my own wetness was still on his lips and it excited me when we kissed.
“I want to fuck you, Allison. Hard,” Cooper said. I nodded and lifted my hips, trying to grind against him to assure him that I was ready for him. He was still wearing his suit pants, but I could feel his excitement as I pressed against him, his hard shaft very obvious under the fabric.
“Fuck me, Cooper. I want you to,” I said. His eyes flashed and he got off me long enough to strip off the remainder of his clothing. I propped up on my elbows and watched, my desperation growing at the sight of his fully erect cock. I was hit by a rush of memories from the first time he had been inside me, how full he made me feel, and the power he could put behind each thrust.
He looked up from sliding on a condom and caught me staring at him. He smirked. “Lay back down.”
I followed instructions, a smile spreading over my face, too, as I waited for him. Luckily, it wasn’t a long wait. He was on top of me and without hesitation, thrust inside me, forcing me to take all of him inside. I gasped at the pressure and then melted into the sensation as he started to pull out and then thrust back in again. Each stroke was like lightning bolts of pleasure hitting me. My legs were wrapped around his back and I clung to his broad shoulders, my fingertips digging in a little more with each powerful stroke. I gripped his back, enjoying the power of the feel of his muscles in action as he fucked me.
I cried out his name when he took it up another level, both in speed and power. He was fucking me so hard I thought I‘d see stars, but he felt so good I didn’t dare try to slow him down.
He pushed up off of me slightly and looked down between our bodies. His chest glistened with our sweat and I followed his gaze and watched him entering me. His strokes slowed but the new angle made up for it and I was quickly rushing towards my peak. Watching him fuck me only turned me on more and I panted.
“Grab your nipples,” he instructed. “Look at me”
I looked up into his eyes, and then did as he said. I cupped both of my breasts with my hands and flicked and played with my nipples. He moved his mouth to my painfully hard peak and nipped. I moaned, the combination of sensations driving me crazy.
“Good. Now, touch your pussy, rub your clit.”
This time, I followed his instruction without hesitation. I snaked my arm down between us and touched myself. My fingers were instantly soaked and I gasped at the intensity.
“Come for me, right now,” he said, almost demanding.
I panted and sped up my fingers, easily sending myself over the edge. At the same time, he stiffened and exploded inside me, and I felt his cock pulsing hard as he finished. I was shaking and grabbed hold of him even tighter as my body shattered over and over, every fiber releasing, until I stilled and released Cooper and fell back against the soft bed. I lay there, trying to catch my breath, and started laughing.
“Holy shit.” I giggled and wiped my hair back from my face. “That was insane.”
Cooper was still on top of me, but rested on his elbows. “This is funny?” he asked, a twinge of amusement in his voice.
I didn’t want to say it out loud, but I had never felt so completely out of control with a man. I’d had lots of orgasms—most of them solo ventures—but nothing even close to what my body had just experienced. I knew I would be too raw to go again, at least not for a few minutes, but I was already fantasizing about what we had just done, and wanting to do it again.
By the time the sun rose through the windows the next morning, Cooper and I had barely slept just a few hours. We had fucked like a couple of crazy teenagers all night long. Cooper had done things to me that I had never experienced before, and I woke up drenched in memories of everything that had happened, all blurred together in a steamy, heart-pounding, hair pulling rush.
I opened my eyes and rolled over to see that Cooper was sound asleep in the bed next to me. For a moment, I wondered why it felt so normal to wake up next to him. It had been a while since I’d gone to sleep next to a man, and yet, this morning at three a.m. when we had finally collapsed, too tired to go one more round, it hadn’t even crossed my mind to get up and leave.
Then again, I had no clothes, no car, and no one to come get me. So, that could be part of the reason I had been fine with settling into bed next to him.
I studied his chiseled face, now covered with an even darker layer of scruff, and a flutter of affection pulled on my heart. For some reason, I was possessed to reach out and brush his hair back. The soft touch was enough to stir him and he opened his eyes and stared at me. His face remained calm, like he didn’t have a moment of wondering who I was or what I was doing in his bed.
“Morning,” I said. I offered him a half-smile. From under the covers, I could see his firm arms and chest poking out from under the sheet and I was tempted to lay back and snuggle up to him. Some part of me was dying to know what it would feel like to have him spoon me, and pull me into his body like he needed me.
“I’m going to shower,” I said. I lifted my side of the covers and slid out of bed, needing to put some space between us before I let myself get carried away. I padded into the bathroom and was surprised when the stone floor under my bare feet was warm to the touch.
Heated floors. Very nice.
I went to the shower and stepped inside, turning the water on and rotating to a jet s
etting, letting the hot water pound away the soreness in my muscles from last night’s activities. I was pretty sure that it was only going to get more pronounced as the day went on, a memento of our passionate night together.
Somehow, I didn’t think I would mind.
As I rinsed off, I kept glancing through the foggy glass to see if Cooper was coming into the bathroom to join me. The shower was definitely big enough for two. My mind started wandering over all the things we could do in such a large shower.
My fantasy was interrupted by a ringing and I recognized a phone and muffled voices. I turned off the water and stood silently, trying to hear what was going on.
Nothing.
Moments later, Cooper’s voice called into the bathroom. “Allison?”
I rubbed a patch free of steam and saw his silhouette in the doorway. “Yes?”
“I’m leaving. I’ll send a car to take you home.”
“Wait. What?” I asked. I frantically pulled at the glass door and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel off the shelf and wrapped it around me as I walked back into the bedroom. Cooper wasn’t there.
“I have to go and I’m sure you have other things you need to do,” Cooper said, reappearing. He stepped out of the closet and was fully dressed in a suit and tie. His face was still scruffy but he looked completely polished. As I stood there, naked and dripping water on his expensive carpet, I began to feel a sense of shame sinking in.
“You didn’t think I was going to keep you locked up here forever?” He smiled but something about it was cold. Calculating. I couldn’t read him anymore and it startled me. After everything that had happened, I thought we were finally getting to a new place, but those dreams shattered as I looked up into his blank stare.
“Not forever, but I guess I didn’t expect…” My voice trailed off. I had started the sentence but had no idea what I was trying to say.
“Your clothes, from the club,” he said, gesturing to a folded pile on the bed. “Goodbye, Allison.”
He turned and left without so much as a look back at me.