Page 102 of Collateral Damage
A large steady hand grips my ass as he moves lower and lower, unbuttoning the shirt on his way down. Hungry kisses pattern my sternum, the smooth flesh beneath my bra, my soft belly, and farther until he’s on his knees. That can’t be easy with his prosthetic.
“Does that hurt?” I ask gently.
“No,” he growls. I’m not sure if I believe him, but then he breathes me in with a low rumble in the back of his throat, and I could choke with how needy I am for his mouth to keep going.
“Cooper,” I plead, voice husky and wanting. “Please.”
He peers up at me, those darks are bright with desire. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me you want me to eat you out.”
“Please,” I beg, “eat me out.”
“Say my name.” That boyish smirk returns, and if I wasn’t so heated, I’d smack it off him. “Ask nicely.”
“Cooper, for the love of God, will you please eat my pussy?”
With a wicked grin, he pushes my panties to the side and presses his mouth to my clit. The sweep of pleasure is so instant that I cry out, arching against his tongue. He slides it up and down, putting exactly the right amount of force into his movements, and my knees nearly give out.
I sink into him, and he must sense my needs because he sits back long enough to shuck my panties, and then he’s there again. He takes my leg and places it over his shoulder. I can’t help but sink even farther.
“Ride me,” he commands before returning his expert tongue to my core.
He wraps one hand around my lower body to help me stay upright and the other slides to my ass, fingers digging into my flesh.
Then he moves two fingers into my pussy, hooking them perfectly, and I die on the spot. A primal need to be fucked by his mouth and his fingers andby himwashes over me, and I buck against his face, the door rattling behind me.
He groans in pleasure, tongue lapping expertly against my bundle of nerves. A third finger pumps inside me, stretching me out, and I could cry at the perfect pain of it all.
No part of me wants to hold myself back or think too hard about this, so I don’t. I let myself have this one thing I’ve secretly coveted for years—I let myself have Cooper.
My best friend.
The one man I was never supposed to want.
And it’s fucking incredible.
It’s so good that I have to bite my fist to keep from moaning too loud.
Men have gone down on me before but never like this—never with so much animalistic need, never while I stand above them riding their face like a damn chair.
I love it.
Cooperloves it.
He’s a man unleashed, a mirror to my own need, grunting his approval and gaining satisfaction from my pleasure.
I could ride him forever, but my body has other ideas, the orgasm hitting me like a quick and powerful tidal wave.
Unstoppable.
Inevitable.
Perfect ecstasy crashes over my entire body, and I cry out, whimpering his name as I come. He doesn’t stop, drawing out the orgasm until there’s nothing left, until I’m a completely spent.
I fall to my knees, and he wraps me in his arms.
