Page 12 of Blow Me Away
“You know I hate it when you tease me,” she mumbled.
“If you don’t like my teasing,” Cooper said as he hooked his fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot and causing a moan to slip past her lips. He smiled coyly as he finished by asking, “Then why are you moaning?”
Elliott answered by unzipping his fly and slipping her hand inside, only his boxers providing any separation between his dick and her hand. He fought back a moan, trying his best not to sound desperate.
“It seems you’ve forgotten,” she whispered, angling her face upwards slightly as she slipped her hand between the slight cut in his boxers, “that you’re not the only one who knows how to get what they want.”
Cooper surprised her as he brought his free hand up and roughly fisted her hair, tilting her head back. “I don’t think you understand who is in control here, huracà.”
“Maybe I just don’t care,” she taunted, purposely pushing him so he’d take her.
“I know what you’re doing,” he told her, pulling her head close so their lips brushed as he spoke. “But I’m going to play into your hand.”
Elliott smiled coyly, placing a brief kiss to his lips before she tilted her head slightly. “Then what are you waiting for?”
They froze for a moment as they heard footsteps running, but neither of them removed their hands from each other. She heard Kara’s laughter as the sound of her footsteps retreated, and as she looked into Cooper’s eyes, she saw the lust that had glazed over them.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, pulling his fingers out of her wet pussy.
She didn’t hesitate as she did what she was told, too turned on to put up a fight over being told what to do. He was growing on her, the idea of being dominated and taken control of becoming more of a turn on for her than being the one in control.
As she fell to her knees, she unbuttoned his jeans but didn’t pull them down. Instead, she yanked down the front of his boxers until his dick sprung free. She grasped him in her hand, wasting no time as she took him into her mouth.
His head fell back against the wall as he instinctively reached for her hair and fisted it roughly between his fingers. Her head bobbed up and down in quick succession, her hand moving with it as she let her tongue curve around the underside of his cock.
Elliott would slow down pushing her tongue a little more forcefully around his head before circling it and watching him squirm slightly in pleasure. He grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth, his head hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag, but he held her there.
Her hands gripped his thighs as he pulled her back, and she allowed him to use her and move her in whatever way he pleased. She knew he was close by the way his dick twitched, and she brought one of her hands back to his shaft to work him faster.
His moans echoed around them, his grip in her hair tighter than she thought possible, but thankfully the pain was something she welcomed.
“I’m so close, huracà,” he informed her, his head back as his eyes closed. “Don’t you dare stop.”
She did what she was told, increasing her speed to get him to his climax. Before he could, however, the lights in the arena suddenly came on, signaling that their game was over.
Elliott looked up at Cooper and couldn’t help but laugh as she pulled away, the arousal and irritation clear as day on his handsome face. She pushed herself up to her feet and pressed their chests together, his hard cock pressing into her stomach.
“Appears our time is up,” she teased, pulling his boxers back up and over his dick as she attempted to re-button his jeans. “Sorry, baby. Maybe next time.”
He suddenly grabbed her throat, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. “I am taking you back to mine immediately and you are going to finish what you started. I will not pleasure you until you make me come.”
“I’m sorry,” Elliott answered, trying her hardest to keep the smug smile off her face. “But Kara and I already have plans.”
“Not anymore you don’t,” he told her with conviction, leaving no room for arguments.
“You guys coming or what?” They suddenly heard Benjamin’s loud voice echo throughout the now silent arena.
Elliott couldn’t help it as she laughed and whispered, “Well, you’re not, much to your disapproval.”
“Oh, she’s got jokes now,” Cooper retorted as he pulled her hands away and buttoned up his jeans on his own.
She chuckled as she turned around and slipped out from behind the wall, leaving him on his own to make himself presentable. She smoothed down her hair as she made her way over to the ramp to get back downstairs, making sure all evidence of what had happened was gone.
Elliott walked into the small room they had been in before and saw Benjamin leaning against the wall with Kara leaning against him, her back pressed into his chest as his arms were wrapped around her front.
Cooper appeared once she had slipped out of her vest and hung it up on the hook she had taken it from. He eyed her carefully as he undid his own vest while she fought a smile—he was still very much aroused and flustered.
“Come on then,” Kara said, their eyes turning to her as she stepped out from Benjamin’s grasp and reached for his hand. “Let’s go see who won.”
