Page 39 of Enticed

I know I got a peak of Cooper’s stomach the other day on our date, but that little tease did nothing to vouch for the chiseled, rock-hard male specimen he just revealed to me by removing his shirt. I’m transfixed by the ridges of muscle sculpted into his body—a body that has come a long way from the days when I called him Twiggy.

“You’re staring,” Cooper says, pulling me from my perusal and surely the drool trailing down my chin.

“I’m sorry. But… have you seen you?” I ask honestly, waving my hands at him. I’ve seen plenty of shirtless men, but Cooper gets the five-star, top-notch, unparalleled-two-thumbs-up review from me. I’m baffled at how the man standing in front of me is the same lanky teenager I once tormented and vice versa.

He lets out a chuckle that only adds to the desire coursing through my body, the rasp of his laugh coating me in a warmth that grows stronger the longer I stare at him. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I guess I can’t ever call you Twiggy anymore…” I tilt my head while I continue to stare and take in the boulders that are his biceps and the mountainous shoulders that make me itch to cling onto them while he drives into me.

“Told you,” he smirks and then pulls me back to him. “Now come here,” he growls before crashing our lips back together, one hand on my hip, the other on the back of my head. The eagerness of his kiss only heats me up even more, and the awkward moment of before escalates to an inferno in seconds.

“Fuck, Clara,” Cooper mumbles as he tips my head back with the hand dug deep in my hair so he can nip and kiss along my jaw and my neck. I suck in a breath with each touch that sets my nerve-endings ablaze. I dig my fingernails into his biceps, fighting to maintain some ounce of control before I’m tempted to jump in his arms and dry hump him uncontrollably. One of my hands snakes between our two bodies to cup him through his pants and the dick I daydreamed about for weeks is hard and ready for me.

This is it. I’m about to have sex with Cooper. And although I’ve had sex hundreds of time before and I know that this is what I’ve wanted for months, I can’t help the tremble of my body from the notion that I know this not just sex. This is more—and I think we both know that.

No man has touched me since I was almost raped, and there has been no other man that I’ve even fathomed the idea of letting them touch me. The only man I’ve yearned for since that night is Cooper, and even though that event was terrifying, I feel that Cooper is the only one who can help me move past it.

“Jump up,” Cooper directs me as his hands cup my ass and lift me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his narrow waist as his lips find mine again. We nip at one another while Cooper climbs the stairs and walks us to his room, our mouths teasing and tormenting each other. He unwraps my legs from his body as he sets me on my feet right next to his bed, breaking our mouths apart and reaching for the clasp of my bra behind me. He removes the garment slowly, like he’s untying a ribbon on a gift, his eyes drinking in every centimeter of skin he’s languidly unveiling—and the movement makes me struggle for air as seconds feel like hours before he finally bares my naked chest to him.

“Fuck,” he mutters as his eyes zero in on my chest and his hands cup my breasts while he squeezes and rolls my nipples between his fingers, making my head lull back and a moan escape my lips. And before I can say anything else, he bends forward, his lips close around one of my peaks, and I lose all coherent thoughts. I love having my nipples sucked and played with—a pinch here, a nibble there. But having Cooper assault my flesh with his mouth is a whole new level of pleasure.

“Cooper,” I whisper as he switches to the other side and pushes me down on the bed at the same time, hovering over my chest so now my hands can seek out his hair as I run my fingers through it while absorbing the feel of his body over mine. The thick brown locks I’ve been dying to touch are even softer than I imagined and a little tug on them rewards me with a growl from deep in his throat. I can almost feel the heaviness of his body while he supports himself above me. But it’s not enough. It’s like I can feel the warmth radiating off of his chest and bathing my body in it, but what I really crave is the friction of our skin touching and rubbing against each other—that’s what I want. I want to feel every inch of Cooper’s body on mine, so I decide to move things along. I want to see the primal side of Cooper I’ve caught glimpses of before.

Using my foot, I playfully push against his leg to force him to stand.

“I don’t really have a thing for feet, Clara,” he says while snatching up my foot in his hands and caressing my arch. “But if that’s what you’re into, I guess I could oblige.”

“Ha-ha, funny. Now take off your pants, Cooper,” I demand as I retract my foot from his hand and begin unbuttoning my jeans. My hands force the denim over my hips and down my legs, revealing the matching underwear to my bra, and leaving me in nothing but the small scrap of lace.

“God, you’re so hot when you’re bossy,” he smiles deviously as his hands pop the button of his pants and he drops them down along with his briefs, giving me a perfect view of his entire masterpiece of a body and I instantly feel dizzy—like my entire body is reacting to him standing in front of me and the excitement is almost too much to handle.

Cooper reaches down and takes his impressive dick in his hands, running his palm up and down his length while his eyes eat me up, traveling in a path from the tips of my toes, pausing over the lace covering my pussy, up past my hips and bouncing between my breasts, before landing on my lips with a final flick up to my eyes again.

“Are you sure, Clara? I need to hear you say yes,” he grunts on a drag of his hand down his cock.

Curling my finger to direct him back to me, I speak, “Yes… now come here…”

Cooper

I already feel like I’m going to bust and I haven’t even really touched her yet. My hands have been all over her and I’ve kissed her recklessly, but once I touch her where it counts, I swear I’m going to lose my cool like I’m back in high school when I discovered her boobs—which by the way, are fan-freaking-tastic.

When I freed her bra from her body, I was done—fully intent on worshiping every inch of her tits. And who knows, maybe down the road she’ll let me come all over those beauties too.

Fuck. That thought is not helping you from blowing your load this second. Focus, Cooper.

I release my dick from my hands and resolve to keep the focus on her—her pleasure, her moans. I want to know everything about her body so I can make her come until she’s seeing stars.

I drop my hands back to her waist, pulling her body to the edge of the bed so her legs dangle off to the floor as she gasps from my quick movement. My thumbs slide under the straps of her thong and slowly inch it down her limbs, granting me with a front-row seat to her pussy already dripping with her arousal.

Kissing her legs from the ankle up, I revel in the sound of her gasps and short breaths as my lips trail all the way up her inner thigh and my tongue darts out to give her the faintest swipe across her clit. But once that first drop of her wetness hits my taste buds, I’m done—and I waste no time devouring her.

“Cooper!” She shouts into the room, arching her back off of the bed and moaning so loudly and long that I feed off her noises and work her body over with my mouth ferociously, needing to hear what other sounds I can get her to make. I stroke and suck on her clit, feeling the bud grow harder before I use a finger to rim her opening, teasing her with what I know she wants—what I know she needs.

“Please, Cooper,” she mewls again and fuck if my name coming out of her mouth isn’t one of the sexiest words in the English language right now.

“What do you need, Clara?” I say before sucking her clit between my lips and feeling her body tense as I hold her legs out wide, revealing all of her to me. I’ve always appreciated the female form, but Clara’s body is making me want to build my house of worship between her legs.

“Finger me, Cooper! Stick your dick in me! I don’t care at this point… just please let me come!” She’s desperate for release and who am I to deny her that. I told her I would punish her, but watching her come undone from my fingers and tongue is the ultimate revengeandreward for me, because I want her so spent and incoherent after I dish out multiple orgasms that she can’t form words.

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