“Feeling a little drunk? Or was my dancing too much for you? Or maybe our kiss?” He chuckles low in his throat. I know he is loving what he is doing to me. I wonder if I am doing the same to him?
Leslie and her crew come stumbling back and flop into their seats. I thought Jan was going to fall on the floor with how hard she fell into her chair. She missed within an inch. Leslie looks over to me, her eyes shining. “Well, well, well. Seems we have a new hot couple tonight!” Oh no. I pray for her to shut up. When Leslie gets trashed, shit seems to spew from her mouth like it’s her job.
Cooper seems to take what she says in stride. “Thanks for saying we are hot.” He winks and stands. “I will be right back. Got to hit the bathroom.” He heads off to the bathroom and all of the ladies turn and look at me. Leslie is the first to speak, of course. “Well?”
I blurt out while shaking my head. “I don’t know ladies but he is fucking hot.” We all laugh. “He came onto me so I have just been going with it.” I shrug. “I kind of feel like getting laid tonight.” Leslie gasps in shock. “Lyssa? Goodie Lyssa? Is this really you speaking? It must be the alcohol.”
I giggle and flush bright red. “I know but it’s the truth.” I can’t help the dirty smile playing on my lips. “I am sorry Leslie; I should be dancing with you.” Leslie holds her hands up. “No no no girl. It’s totally fine. You are still here with us and I want us to all have fun. And if you’re fun tonight is getting some dick, don’t let me or us stop you.”
We are all still laughing as Cooper strides back up to the table. “Another round of shots ladies?”
Chapter 4
COOPER
The night is coming to a close and I already said goodbye to Luke. He took off with a hot little number. I wished we could’ve spoken more but we both got swept off by women. Me, especially. This is not me. This is not fucking me. But this girl has got me smitten. I want to take her home and fuck her brains out. But then I want to take her out to breakfast.
What the fuck is wrong with me right now? I don’t know but Lyssa is something else. We both feel the sparks. How can I not? I have never felt that with anyone else before. I hope she comes home with me tonight.
Lyssa is fucking gorgeous. She has beautiful, long, wavy hair, deep brown eyes that I could get lost in, and a fucking hot body. Her breasts are perfect mounds, her ass a perfect peach I just want to squeeze. Her legs look lean; she must work out or do a physical job. Her features are soft; she looks as if she has never gotten in trouble before. Maybe I shouldn’t corrupt her. But she seems to want it. She seems to want me. Maybe she wants to have some risky fun.
We just got done with another round of dancing. Lyssa and I are finishing our last drinks. I am glad I paced myself so I can still drive home. Time to see where this night is actually going.
“Lyssa, do you need a ride home or are you going home with your sister?” I am pretty sure I know what she is doing but I need to feel this thing out. “My sister, I am pretty sure. Unless she decides to abandon me and then I will be asking a nice gentleman to take me home.” I chuckle. Sly little game this chick is playing.
“Oh yeah, have you found this nice gentleman yet?” Lyssa looks up at me. She smiles. “Well no. I am thinking my sister won’t abandon me.” She laughs and looks over as Leslie and her friends come back. “Ready Lyss?” Leslie calls out.
Shit. I need to keep her with me. “I will take her home, Leslie. You go on with your girls.” Leslie looks at Lyssa, her eyes looking unsure. “Lyssa? You are going home with him?”
Come on, say yes. I reach over under the table where the others can’t see and let me fingers graze her thigh, slowly crawling higher. She shivers and I know I am having an effect on her. She looks over at me, her eyes darkening. “Yes Leslie, I am going to get a ride home with Cooper.”
Leslie looks surprised but doesn’t say anything. I have a feeling Lyssa doesn’t usually do this kind of thing. There is a first time for everything though. I walk Lyssa out, her leaning against me as she is pretty drunk. I love the fact that she holds on to me, needs me to support her. When we get to my bike, her mouth drops open. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“You drive a motorcycle? Umm…umm…I think I should probably go home with my sister then.” She looks terrified. “It’s okay Lyssa, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. I take it you never have rode one before then?”
She shakes her head, her body stiff. She has backed up a little, her eyes never leaving my bike. “If you don’t feel comfortable riding, it’s okay. But trust me, they look a lot scarier than they are. And I have been riding mine for years now.”
I hand her my extra helmet I keep handy and I help her get it on. I snap it into place. I put mine on and then I place her on the bike. “You okay?” She nods yes. “Okay, all you have to do is hold on to me, okay?” She nods again so I get on the bike, straddling the seat in front of her and I start the engine, roaring it to life. She jumps a little and I laugh. I like her innocent side.
I cruise home, keeping my speeds on the lower side, not wanting to completely freak Lyssa out. She is holding on so tight I can barely breathe. I pat her hands, trying to reassure her but she doesn’t loosen her grip. Ten minutes later, we arrive at my apartment. Thank God my roommate isn’t home. I don’t feel like dealing with Lance right now. I want to fuck this gorgeous chick on my bike.
I get off the bike first and then lift Lyssa off. She laughs. “Wow! That was awesome!” A sense of pride courses through me. Of course, I can make her change her mind about motorcycles. “See? I told you it would be fun. Aren’t you glad you tried now?”
“Yes, thank you Cooper.” She squeezes my hand as I slip off her helmet. We make our way inside and I know I just can’t resist her anymore. I grab her by her waist and pin her against the wall. Her breath quickens but she brings her lips right to mine. I kiss her deeply, my mouth hot on hers. All of the desire we felt between each other goes pouring into our kiss, our passion igniting. I slide my hands down her body, pressing my body into hers. I grind my hard erection into her, causing a small moan to escape her lips.
That moan sends a sharp shot of desire right through me. I want to hear her moan more. I slip my tongue inside her mouth, finding her tongue, swirling it with my own. She tastes delicious, like the watermelon margaritas she was drinking. I break our kiss for a second just to lift our shirts off. She moans as her hands find my hard muscles, her hot hands running all over my hands and chest. Her fingers are working magic, and my cock is just getting harder.
I slip her bra off, freeing her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples are already standing to attention as I pull and tease them. She arches her back, filling my hands with more of her breasts. I mercilessly tease her nipples, causing her to moan and throw her head back. Her pleasure face is even more gorgeous and I want to pleasure her even more. I take her perky little nipples into my mouth, sucking each one, swirling my tongue over and around.
Lyssa slides her hands into the waist band of my jeans and teases the bottom of my belly. Shivers run through me. Fuck she feels so good. I am so hot for her right now. I continue my assault on her breasts with my mouth but now slide my hands down to cup her ass. I squeeze it, pulling her closer to me. I want more of her in my mouth.
She undoes my pants and slips her hand inside, finding my hard cock. I gasp, her hands feeling so soft and smooth along my shaft. Lyssa moves her hands up and down, wrapping her fingers around my hard cock, making me even harder. I groan out loud, wanting her so bad. I trail kisses down her belly, stopping at her skirt. I slide it down her hips, exposing her purple lace panties.
I slide the panties down, my lips following the fabric. I run my finger along her seam, feeling how hot she is. Her hands clamp down on my cock as she groans in pleasure. I press my palm against her pussy as my tongue begins to assault her clit. She cries out. “Fuck Cooper. I am going to come soon if you keep doing that.”
I continue attacking her clit with my tongue, sucking her juices, s
he tastes so sweet and delicious. I slide two fingers inside her, moving them in and out slowly, giving her a little taste of what is to come. Right as I can feel her legs and pussy clenching, a rippling orgasm in the works, I pull away.
Lyssa cries out. “Cooper! Why did you stop?” She is gasping for breath, panting her words. I lick my way up her body and then lift her up by her ass, pulling her legs around my waist. I carry her off to my bedroom as I kiss her mouth again and again, loving the taste of her. I can’t get enough.
I slowly place her down on the bed. I take off my pants and boxers and gaze down at this beautiful woman on my bed. Fuck she is fucking gorgeous. I lean down over her, bring my mouth to hers as I position my cock at her opening. I moisten the tip and then slowly slide my way inside. Lyssa reaches up to meet me with her hips, grinding herself into me. I start pumping faster, pushing my cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I am taking her as deep as I can go and she is sucking in every inch. Her pussy is contracting around my cock and I feel the ripples of her pussy clenching. She is close to coming.
“Cooper, fuck me. Fuck me harder.” So I do as I am told. I fuck her. Hard. We are both screaming each other’s names as we come together. I collapse beside her, pulling myself out of her, and disposing of the condom next to the bed. We lay there together, letting sleep claim us.
The next morning, I wake up to find Lyssa sound asleep next to me. I decide not to disturb her so I just lay there watching her sleep. Last night’s memories start coursing through me. I had such a good time at the bar with her. She could handle her liquor, she danced great, and she fucked great. In fact, I think that was the best sex I have ever had. That I can remember anyway. Our connection was so strong, our lust for each other so hot. I couldn’t believe I am going to say this but I wanted to fuck this woman again. And again. And maybe even take her out to dinner. I hardly ever have a woman even sleep over. And this woman, I don’t want her to go.
She begins to stir so I lay still. Her eyes flutter open and she flushes when she catches me staring at her. “Hey” I whisper. She smiles. “Hey.” I brush her hair from her eyes. “I was just watching you sleep, you look gorgeous.”
“Thank you. And thank you for a wonderful night.” She smiles, then sits up. “I really should get going though. My sister is getting married next weekend and we still have a lot to do.” A pang of disappointment runs through me, sharp and hot. “Wait, can I at least treat you to coffee or some breakfast?”
“Cooper, it’s okay. I know how these things work. You don’t have to play the nice guy.” She smiles sadly at me. No, she is wrong. All wrong. Well, she is kind of right but she is wrong about herself. I don’t feel that way about her.
“I am not trying to play the nice guy. I just want to take you out to breakfast to say thanks for such a fun night.” She studies me as if she thinks I am lying. I guess I am more appealing when she is drunk. “Please? Just even a coffee?”
“Fine, but I would like to take a shower, please?” I smile. “Of course, but only if I join you.” I wink. She laughs. “If you can catch me!” She leaps out of bed, taking off for the bathroom. I jump out of bed myself, right on her heels.
Chapter 5
LYSSA
I am helping my sister apply the finishing touches to her makeup. The wedding ceremony begins in a half hour and we have to start lining up soon. This past week flew in a whirlwind of wedding craziness. I was there for Leslie as much as I could be, helping with all of the last minute preparations. Last night, we got James and her all packed for her honeymoon.
But amidst all of the wedding events, I couldn’t get Cooper out of my head. He has been invading my thoughts all week. Work was a great distraction, the ER always keeping me on my toes. But when I am home or with the family, he is right there, his face popping up everywhere.
I relive our whole night together. I remember our hot shower before we had a delicious breakfast together. And I also think of how he has texted and called me every day this week. At first I thought he was just trying to be friendly but then the texts kept coming. He began calling at night. We met for dinner in the middle of the week, a delicious Italian restaurant. The table was candlelit and the food was romantic and mouth-watering. The wine didn’t help, making me feel sexy. We fucked like rabbits in the back seat of his car as soon as we left the restaurant. Our hands were all over each other through the entire dinner. I’m surprised we were even able to make it through dinner. Then he drove me home and I couldn’t resist inviting him in. He took me over the couch, then on my bed, then again in my Jacuzzi. This man was insatiable as was I. We just couldn’t get enough of each other.
But I have decided I can’t. I did some research on this Cooper Riggs and I wasn’t happy with what I found. He wanted to see me last night but I turned him down, using Leslie as an excuse. I did need to help her but I could’ve seen Cooper too. He is a tattoo artist which didn’t bother me. What bothered me was his reputation. It could be all rumors but from what I have heard from others, it is more true than false. I have a friend who owns a bar on the other side of town so I just casually asked her if she knew of him.
I had no idea if he frequented bars or not but I figured I could just give it a shot. What would it hurt? Ginny didn’t personally know him but one of her girlfriends did. She told me exactly what I didn’t want to hear. He is a player, always bringing women home with him from the bar. She has never even known him to have a girlfriend. Ok so he has a past, a lot of men do. But that wasn’t even the worst part.
The worst part is that he gets into bar fights. And lots of them. Including being arrested over several of them. Which means he must have a record. Fuck. I didn’t need that shit in my life. I worked way too long and hard for a bad boy to fuck it all up. Fuck the sex. I could find something better.
So why couldn’t I stop thinking about him so much? Leslie brought me back to the present. She looks beautiful. I got teary looking at my baby sister, all grown up and getting married. I pull her in for a hug and she whispers in my ear. “Take risks for love, Lyssa. You are always so careful but it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” She leaned back, her own tears sparkling in her eyes. “Oh Leslie. You are the best sister I could ever ask for.” I whisper to her and pull her in for another hug.
The wedding is beautiful. Everything runs smoothly and Leslie looks happier than I have ever seen her. The night ends with her leaving for her honeymoon. I feel sad watching her go, my sister so grown up. I get a text from Cooper just as I am getting home, “Feeling lonely?”
I am feeling lonely. So why the fuck not? But I am going to make him work for it. I text back, “Pick me up in fifteen minutes.” I quickly change into the hottest lingerie I own, sliding a negligee over the top. I slip a coat on top, slide on my black heels, and touch up my makeup and perfume. I let my hair cascade down my back, freeing it from the wedding up do.
Sure enough, Cooper arrives fifteen minutes later exactly. He grins when he sees me. He probably already knows what’s underneath but he isn’t seeing anything just yet. “Looking good there, babe.” I grin as he leans in to kiss me. Our kiss is electrifying, desire coursing through me. It’s only been two days since I have seen him, yet it feels like a lifetime.
The drive to Cooper’s place is full of sexual tension. The air is crackling and he keeps trying to slide his hand under my coat. I am not letting him get any sneak peeks though. When he pulls in, he cuts the motor and reaches over, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. “You look beautiful tonight, Lyssa.” I smile and let him kiss me, long, slow, and deep. “My roommate is home, are you okay with that? He is probably sleeping.” I feel a stab of disappointment, he should’ve said something before and we could’ve stayed at my place.
We get into his apartment and sure enough, his roommate is wide awake, watching TV. He glances up at us. “Hey, Coop.” He looks at me. “I’m Lance.” He waits for me to say something. I look over at Cooper, hoping he can do this awkward sh
it. “Lance, this is Lyssa. We were just passing through.”
Lance nods. “You don’t have to; I can go to my room if you guys want the TV.”
Lance stands and damn, he is just as hot as Cooper. What do they run in circles? “Or do you guys want to have a drink with me?” He smiles widely, but Cooper looks annoyed. I know he is thinking Lance is being a huge cock block. But I could actually use a drink.
“Sure, I’d love a drink.” I say to Cooper. He glances at me but I wink, licking my lips. Lance disappears into the kitchen. I whisper to Cooper. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you. I just would love a drink right now.”
Cooper grins. “Okay, okay. You owe me girl.” He slaps my ass, causing me to yelp in surprise. Lance returns with three Bud Lights. “Hey, no naughty business in front of me.” I laugh. “Tell that to your boy Coop then.” I say, laughter in my voice.
Lance winks. “Here that, Cooper. You got a feisty one over here.” I flush. Lance is gorgeous and flirting with me just like Cooper does. I hope Cooper doesn’t notice me flushing. I can always blame the beer. My mind starts drifting to both of these men fucking me. What is wrong with me? I am a good girl. My friends always call me “Goodie Lyssa.” And now here I am, fucking a bad boy and thinking about fucking his roommate. And by that I mean fucking them at the same time. What has gotten into me?
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