Page 7 of Blow Me Away
This was a man she wasn’t letting go—unless feelings got involved, of course. She didn’t do feelings. Ever.
And so far, to her at least, it seemed as if they were in the clear.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
That was all Cooper needed to hear. He pushed back from her so he was on his knees between her legs, grabbing the waist of her shorts and pulling them down. She hastily slipped out of them and watched as he threw them to the side and resumed his position on top of her.
“Now, my sweet little huracà,” he whispered, dropping his head to the crook of her neck, placing featherlike kisses there before he grabbed her ear between his teeth. His hand slipped between her legs, pushing her swimsuit bottoms to the side as he teased her slit with his finger. “I don’t mind anyone seeing me pleasure you, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone lay eyes on what is mine.”
Before she could say a word, he slipped his finger inside her pussy and a breathy moan slipped past her lips. He carefully hooked his finger, angling it just right so he’d hit her g-spot with precision. Cooper used his free hand to push up her tank-top before pulling her swim top aside and freeing her breasts.
He slipped a second finger into her wet cunt and her back arched, her moans growing louder when he readjusted himself so he could take her nipple into his mouth. Cooper lightly bit and licked, her hands going to his hair and gripping it tightly.
Making sure his palm was pressed against her clit, he moved his fingers faster with more haste, trying to make her come as quickly as possible; not because he was worried, no—because he wanted to get her off before taking her home and fucking her harder than he ever had before.
“I’m so close,” she groaned, her hips now moving as she fucked herself with his fingers. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to, baby,” he told her, fingering her harder and faster, his palm still pressing and circling on her clit, “don’t you worry.”
With her hands still gripping his hair, she pulled his head up and crashed her lips to his. She immediately slipped her tongue into his mouth, colliding them together to get some control over the situation—something she didn’t enjoy giving up entirely.
Cooper suddenly slowed his movements and Elliott snapped her eyes open as she broke away from the kiss. “What are you doing?”
“I lied. I’ve changed my mind,” he answered, pulling his fingers out of her pussy. He brought them up to his lips and slipped them into his mouth, watching her as he did so—and she had seen nothing more attractive than in that very moment. “I want to take you to bed, lick that beautiful pussy of yours till your legs shake so badly that you beg me to fuck you. And then I’m going to fuck you until the entire neighborhood knows my name, and knows that I’m the only one who can make you feel that way.”
“Then take me home,” she told him, lust lacing her voice and covering her features. “And let me prove to you that you belong to me, too.”
chapter three.
take control.
Elliott was lying on her bed in her signature red lace bra and panty set, waiting for Cooper to come walking into her bedroom. As she heard footsteps coming from down the hall, she quickly readjusted her bra and threw on a seductive smirk. But as the door opened, Kara greeted her.
“Oh,” she said as she laughed in surprise. “Someone seems to have plans tonight.”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Elliott told her as she heaved a sigh. She rolled off the bed and reached for her red robe, tying it around her figure. “Or did. He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”
Kara glanced down at the watch on her wrist before looking up at her best friend with a knowing smile. “You mean Cooper?”
“Who else?” She pondered, pushing past Kara, and heading out into the living room.
Kara chased after her, humor lacing her voice as she said, “You know who, don’t play coy.”
“I haven’t heard from him since I started hooking up with Cooper,” Elliott replied, avoiding the use of his name.
“When has lying to me ever gotten you anywhere?” Kara asked, as Elliott fell onto the couch.
Her best friend stood near the armrest with her arms folded over her chest and she glanced up at her for a moment. “Okay, he’s reached out plenty. But I haven’t responded.”
“Wow,” Kara muttered, a smile still gracing her face. “My little El is all grown up.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Elliott teased as a chuckle threatened to escape her.
Kara fell onto the couch beside her and rested a hand on her knee. “You’re staying committed to one person, relationship or not. That’s big for you, El. You deserve this.”
“I’m really not getting into this,” Elliott said as she abruptly stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen. She angrily ripped open the door to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before turning back to face her dearest friend. “I’ll take a rain check on this conversation.”
“Is that any way to talk to your best friend?” She heard Cooper suddenly say from the entryway. Both girls turned to face him in surprise, and he walked over, closing the gap between him and Elliott. “I think you owe Kara an apology.”
