Chapter Fourteen

The sunlight hits my face, making me groan. I’m not even sure I actually slept last night, but I know I worked off every single calorie I took in.

I blink my eyes open, slowly adjusting to the light in the room. I’m on my stomach naked with the sheet covering just my ass.

I stretch my legs, turning and feeling soreness between my legs, making me smile at the memories.

Oh, and there are a lot of fucking memories.

After we collapsed on the bed, Cooper slowly slipped me out of my outfit saying he is keeping it with him for me to put on every time I come over. He also grumbled that no one else is ever going to set their eyes on this but him, making me giggle like a schoolgirl finding out her crush likes her.

He was okay with walking around naked, but for me that was a hell fucking no. He lent me a T-shirt, which fell down to my knees because he is so big, and we made our way into the kitchen where we replenished our fluids.

“Babe, gotta say you in my shirt, best fucking sight.”

“Hmmm, really, I could think of another sight that is really good.” He cocks his head, suspicious of what I have in mind.

“Yeah, what’s that?” I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I’ve gained a little bit of confidence. Hell, I just had mind-blowing sex with Cooper fucking Stone. I mean, I’m not going to toot my horn, but he wanted me just as bad.

“You fucking me against the counter.” I spill water on the shirt right where my nipple is so it sticks to my breast. “From behind.”

He inhales, and when I look down I see his cock starting to come to life.

“Oh no, I got this shirt wet.” I take it off, throwing it on the floor, looking up to see the lust in his eyes.

I turn around, giving him a show of my ass, gripping the counter with both hands. I’ve never been a girl without the fat between their thighs, and even though I know he’s been with perfect ten girls, I know I’m just where I need to be.

So I lean down a little, lifting onto my tippy toes to give me more height. I look down before looking back, making my hair fall in my face.

When I look over my shoulder, I see Cooper stroking his cock.

“So, what do you think? Is this a good sight?” I swing my ass side to side, then he snaps.

In two steps, he’s behind me on his knees with his tongue slithering into my pussy, his two hands grabbing my hips, pulling me more into him, making my head fall forward, accepting what he is giving me. He lets go of my hips and kisses my lower back, making his way up, rubbing my sides till his hands find my breasts. He tweaks them both, pulling the nipples down.

“Yeah, it’s a good sight, but I still can think of a better one.” He rolls my nipples, making me gasp. “Me pounding my cock into you.” He rubs his cock up and down my pussy lips, slightly touching my clit, making me push back. “You’re so wet for me.” He rubs again, his hand now in my hair, pulling my head back, making my back arch, and my nipples graze the counter. The cold against my nipples shoots straight to my clit.

“Cooper, fuck, please.”

“Don’t you mean, Cooper, fuck me now?” He puts the tip in, and I brace myself, waiting for him to fill me up.

“Fuck. Condom,” I groan into my hand. “Cooper, are you fucking kidding me right now?” Oh my God, I could probably self-combust. He is back in two seconds, but it seems like it’s been forever, but he’s fully covered, and I’m more than ready. He doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, he smacks my ass. Two things shock me. One is that he smacked me, and two is that I fucking enjoyed that. I’m so hyped up it won’t take much to send me over the cliff.

“You ready, baby?” He rubs again, this time with my clit in my way, rubbing his cock head side to side.

“Fuck.”

“Okay.” In one thrust he enters me, pushing me forward. Since I’m smaller than him, he places his hands on my hips, lifting my feet off the floor, and slams into me again, hitting me right where it needs to be.

“Baby, harder, I need it harder,” I pant while his balls slap my clit every time he pounds into me.

“Rub your clit, baby,” he says right before he slams into me again and again. I slip my hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously to match his pace.

I start feeling the build-up in my stomach, making my toes curl. I’m slamming back into him, meeting his pounding now. He must feel that I’m close now. I also know he’s close, too, because I’m fuller, because he’s thicker. One more thrust and I fall over the edge, pulling him along with me. He impales himself straight to the root, burying himself into me and slowly making me fall back to my feet.

“Okay, so you bent over my counter naked is much better than you in my T-shirt,” he says into my neck, pressing little kisses on my shoulder.

“Cooper, as much as I love fucking you and, trust me, I really love it, I’ve got to have some food.”

He throws his head back, belly laughing, pulling out of me, then goes to the washroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.

“So how about I shower and you cook supper?” I ask, looking at him in all his glory. What a fucking sight.

He grabs his phone, dialling. “I’d like to order an extra large meat lovers pizza, some fries, and two pieces of cheesecake. How long will that take?” He proceeds to give his address and throws his phone on the counter.

“We have thirty minutes before the pizza gets here. It’s going to be tight, but I’m having dessert before we eat. So, babe, get your ass in that shower,” he says with a twinkle in his eye, making me walk by him, and he smacks my ass, following me to the shower and having dessert before supper. Just thinking about it gets me in the mood. Not only did he have dessert before supper, so did I. I’ve never spent half the night having sex. I have to say it’s pretty fucking fantastic.

He must sense that I’m up because he brings me closer to him, inhaling my neck, and kissing me. “Morning.”

“Morning, honey.”

“Want me to go start the coffee?”

I turn around so I’m facing him, wrapping my hands around his neck. “How about you make the coffee, I make the pancakes, and we eat outside?” Now I’m kissing his neck.

“Hmmmm, that sounds like a plan.” His cock is now fully awake and grinding into my hip.

“We are going to have to eat before we feed your monster!”

“My dick is so big you call him a monster.”

I groan, grunting ‘oh God’ under my breath. Getting out of the bed, I pick up his T-shirt from the floor, putting it on.

“Babe, last time you had that shirt on I was fucking you against the counter. Now if you want to eat before I fuck you, wear something else.”

“Fine, go start the coffee. I’ll meet you downstairs.” I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to make myself presentable. When I look in the mirror, my eyes bulge. My hair is sticking up from all ends, the mascara is smudged from last night, and I have white crust near my mouth, which means I was probably drooling during the night. “Good job,” I say to myself while trying to make myself look semi normal. When I go back into the bedroom, I smell coffee coming from downstairs, so I go to his closet, looking for a shirt.

Let’s face it. We always want to go downstairs in the guy’s button-down shirt, hoping we rock it. I grab a blue one, smelling it before I put it on. Going downstairs, I see the man who has given me seven orgasms. Okay, maybe ten, but who is counting.

He is standing in the kitchen, hip perched on his counter, basketball shorts riding low, his eight pack on display. His hair looks like he just ran his hands through it, or maybe it was me tugging the shit out of it last night. Either way, looking at him is making my mouth water and wondering if maybe I could have dessert before breakfast. He looks over. I don’t know how, but he can see what’s on my mind.

“You promised me pancakes. We can do whatever you are thinking about after we eat.”

I giggle, walking the rest of the way down.

“Babe, I’ll never be able to wear that shirt again without knowing you were naked under it.” He unbuttons the three buttons, slipping his hand in and cupping my breast, brushing his thumb across the nipple.

I slap his hand away. “Hey, coffee first, pancakes, then sex,” I say, grabbing a mug, filling it with hot coffee, then smelling it. Best smell ever.

“Okay, go set the table outside, or we will end up on the floor with me riding you, then no one will eat.”

“I know which one I pick.”

“I pick pancakes. Now go. Please.”

He goes but not before smacking my ass again. What is up with that, I think, smiling into my coffee. We are sitting on the patio, breakfast devoured, him holding his coffee cup in his hands, my feet resting in his lap.

He puts his cup on the table. “So what’s the story with James?”

Oh boy, this is going to be fun. “I’ve known James since I was sixteen, high school sweethearts, college sweethearts, you know, the typically stuff. Married at nineteen, had Matthew at twenty, couldn’t get pregnant again till ten years later. It was a bit rough when we had Allison. He started traveling a little bit more and more. I went to surprise him one week and walked in on him pounding away at Tiffany. That’s it, end of story. He tried to tell me it didn’t matter, that it was nothing, but I couldn’t trust him. I also couldn’t get him and her out of my mind. So I told him we were over. He gets my kids every second week, and I try not to kill him every time I see him. Which is hard. Matthew had the hardest time with it. He understood what was going on. He didn’t believe for one second that ‘we still loved each other’ bullshit speech we laid on them. He knows his father fucked up, which strained his relationship he has with him. Two weeks after we separated he had Tiffany over. Two weeks.”

I shake my head, not wanting to cry for him. “That’s when Matthew knew. He came home and asked me point blank. I looked at him, so young, so innocent, thinking to myself that he isn’t supposed to be dealing with this. He’s not supposed to shoulder my pain. I’m supposed to shoulder his. So I told him the truth. Not the whole truth, but that we did in fact fall out of love. He cried, said he hated him. I told him in the end all that matters is that James still loves him, will always love him.”

“Only a strong woman would put her kids before her hatred for her ex. You hear stories about the shit women do. Set the clothes on fire, key scratch their cars. But not my girl. My girl pulls up her big girl pants, locks away the pain, and shows them that in the end she will always be there. You can’t buy that, you can’t learn it. You are born with it, babe,” he says, looking in my eyes.

I nod. “When you have a child you learn that you live for them. Period.”

“He’s an idiot. Had it all. Threw it away. For second-class pussy. Lucky for me. I get first class!”

I get up from my chair, putting my coffee cup on the table next to his, and crawl onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “That speech just got you laid.” I laugh into his lips where I proceed to ride him, making sure he never second-guesses that I really am first class!