Page 105 of Revelry

“Actually, she said it was okay.”

I shake my head. “Everyone still does exactly what you want, huh? You just throw a smirk their way and everyone falls to their knees in submission.”

“Not everyone.” He rakes a hand through thick black curls and gives me a sad smile. “Apparently.”

“Why did you come here, Coop?”

“I came … for your birthday.”

“You flew across the world to tell me happy birthday?”

“Kind of, yeah.” His eyes dart away from my face and study my apartment. I suddenly wish I hadn’t chosen to hide out in my blanket fort all day eating Mint Patties and crying over google, and had instead gotten my fat arse up off the bed and cleaned up a little. He smiles awkwardly. “So, how have you been?”

I arch a brow at him. “How do you think I’ve been?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He shakes his head and looks away. “Tim seems nice.”

“He is nice.”

“Good.” He grabs his jacket and throws it on. “Well, I set up the cat’s litter box in the bathroom, and there’s food on the bench behind you.”

“Okay,” I say dazedly. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He takes a step towards me and cups my face in his hands, and then he kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and melt into his touch. “Happy birthday, Ali-Cat.”

He moves around me, his hand brushing mine as he passes. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. It’s as though I haven’t been able to breathe since I left him. And it feels so good to breathe again.

“Coop,” I whisper. He turns to face me, and I eliminate the distance between us, sliding my hand behind his head and pulling him down to kiss me. He stills. A beat passes. My heart squeezes painfully because I worry he doesn’t want this, and then he opens to me, his tongue probing, seeking. His mouth hot against mine, and just as needy.

I grab the lapels of his jacket and tug it down his arms, and then I walk us backwards until his hard body is shoved against the door. He lets out a grunt and slides his fingers into my hair, equally as rough, and kisses along my jaw. His stubble grazes my neck, and his mouth devours my flesh with hot, wet kisses.

Cooper licks his way along my collarbone, shoving the thin strap off my shoulder and yanking down the bodice of my dress. The other strap snaps, and I gasp as it stings my skin. He pushes the fabric down, exposing my breasts, then he bends and takes one nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking a brutal trail from one breast to the other. My pussy aches, my skin and senses electric. Too much time apart has made us both desperate for the feel of one another.

Neither one of us can get close enough. Coop palms my arse. He kisses his way up my breasts, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling it hard. I throw my head back as a wordless cry escapes my mouth.

Reaching behind me, I unzip the dress and wiggle it and my panties down over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I’m completely naked, and he’s wearing far too many clothes. I slide my hands up underneath his shirt and rake my nails down his chest, over soft nipples and tensed muscle. He growls, driving his tongue into my mouth, consuming every breath I have left. I claw at his T-shirt, moaning impatiently when our mouths break apart to pull the material over his head. My greedy hands reach out and stroke him through his jeans.Hard.He’s so very, very deliciously hard. My fingers scrabble for purchase on his fly, but our movements are too hurried and I wind up fumbling. Coop pushes me out of the way. He unzips and shoves his jeans down over his hips.

He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it. A bead of pre-come glistens on the tip and he collects it with his thumb, sliding it over the engorged head. I bite my bottom lip as I watch. When his eyes meet mine, there’s hesitation in his gaze. He opens his mouth to speak, but I press my finger against his lips and say, “No.”

He parts his lips and sucks my finger into his mouth, biting down on my soft flesh. I moan, because even his teeth in my flesh feels more erotic than anything I’ve experienced after weeks of playing with my We-Vibe to take the edge off.

Unable to help myself, and unwilling to prolong my pleasure any longer, I scramble up his body. Coop’s fingers dig into my arse, holding me steady, and then he spins us and slams my back into the door. He braces one hand against the frame—the other moves between us to take hold of his cock. He slides the tip through my juices, and I gasp when he massages my clit with the head of his cock.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg, rocking my hips against him. Coop leans back, spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his cock, and then he pushes inside, hard, until he’s seated balls’ deep.

“Fuck, I missed your tight cunt squeezing my cock, Ali.” He pulls out, almost the entire way, and then slams back inside. My fingers claw at his back, my heels digging into his arse, edging him closer. I need his body, his mouth and his cock to consume me. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

I do as he asks, and he returns his hands to my arse. Carrying me over to the bed, he slides out of me and drops me onto the mattress. I grunt in protest, but Coop is clearly done playing nice. He grabs my waist and flips me over so I’m lying on my stomach.

Snaking his arm under my hips, he lifts my arse in the air. I suck in a breath and plant my knees, but he spreads them wider, and then he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue licks from front to back, and when he moves lower and sucks my clit into his mouth, my legs start to shake.

Cooper spreads my cheeks apart and buries his face in my wetness, his tongue sliding into my entrance, the stubble on his cheeks grazing my sensitised flesh. I shudder against him, simultaneously trying to push myself closer and pull away from him. The pads of his long fingers push against my clit as his tongue fucks me. My breathing becomes laboured, my head swims with pleasure, and just as my muscles clamp down with the first wave of orgasm he pushes his thick cock inside me, right to the hilt. I scream and buck against him, but he shows me no mercy—he just pumps in and out of my body. His hips piston and his fingers dig into my waist, holding me up, and if they weren’t I’d most likely collapse beneath the weight of the pleasure running through my body.

He grabs my hair, yanking my head back, but I want more. I need to be closer so I come up on my knees, leaning back into his chest while his hips thrust and his cock pumps in and out of me from behind. The position brings new friction, new heat to an already blazing inferno. He pounds into me, and I rock my hips back to meet his.

“Oh fuck, Cooper.” I wrap one arm behind his neck and sink my fingers into his hair, loving the way he nips at the soft flesh of my bicep.

“I missed you so fucking much, Ali-Cat,” he whispers in my ear, his breathing ragged, and his words tempered with lust or love. It’s hard to tell which, but then again, it always was with him. “So. Fucking. Good.”

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