Chapter 33

Branna

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I sketch tattoo designs for the next few hours, pausing to have a bowl of cereal midway through. I had breakfast with Cooper earlier, but I’m absolutely ravenous and have a banana and a protein bar, too. We certainly like our physical activities and round two this morning was fairly gymnastic. I smile remembering it, but then make myself focus on my sketches. I’m determined to put together both a strong portfolio of professional work, of which Cooper’s shoulder blade piece is clearly already going to be my crown jewel, and a book full of sketches for first-time clients and people who just aren’t quite sure what they want yet. I thought I would be too distracted to be productive today, but it’s quite the opposite.

I feel so free. I am filled with happiness because what was the end of the world just hours earlier, the loss of my virginity, is now the agent of my freedom. I freed myself of my family and now I’ve freed myself of their chains, too. I’m not locked into a life of purity that I never chose and I never wanted. I’m not Branna O’Sullivan anymore, I’m through and through just Branna. I had a guidance counselor back in school who used to say that there are many different paths in life and the most important thing isn’t which of the paths you choose, but that you’re fully committed to the path that you do choose and that you make the best of it. She was talking about college choices, of course. Not making the choice to get married to a total douchebag or run away and potentially start a major mafia war. The likes of which the streets haven’t seen in a long time, but the general idea carries over to my unique circumstances, as well.

I took a big risk with Cooper and I didn’t fall. I can do the same with my sketching. I can make my dream future my reality now, or very soon, because I have the energy and motivation and inspiration to do all within my power to realize it.

I’m so wrapped up in my sketching that I don’t even hear the door open a while later. I don’t notice that Cooper is back from the gym until he has me wrapped in his arms.

“Hi there, sexy,” he greets me, leaning around to kiss my neck, just under my right ear. “How’s my girl been?”

“Hey” I reply, spinning around to face him. “I’ve just been sketching. It’s been great.”

“Mmm, you’re so talented,” Cooper says, between kisses all over my face. He’s sweaty and getting it all over me, but I couldn’t care less. The smell is not at all off-putting—it’s even a little bit appealing. I always complained when Alexei tried to hug me after playing soccer, just to get on my nerves, or when Finn hung around downstairs for ages after working out, emptying the fridge and simultaneously stinking up the entire living area, but Cooper’s smell is attractive. His sweat smells like unadulterated man, and breathing in the smell of pure masculinity has the opposite of an off-putting effect on me.

I close my eyes and enjoy it, nuzzling his neck. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve started grinding on him and I’m starting to breathe heavier. 

“Let’s take this to the shower, babe.” Cooper doesn’t wait for a response, he just picks me up and carries me over to the bathroom, where he turns on the water with one hand and slides his other hand into my underwear. “You’re wet for me.”

“I want you” I breathe, pulling my top over my head. Cooper is already shirtless, his perfect body glistening with sweat, and I lean forward to pull his gym shorts down. Without the extra layer of clothing, his erection strains against the thin fabric of his shorts.

“You’re hard for me,” I say, glancing up at him. “I like it.”

I pull down his boxers and take his hard cock in my hand, stroking it up and down with my fingers, before taking him deep in my mouth and starting to suck. I swirl my tongue around his cock, tasting him, resisting the urge to give in to my own appetites and beg him to fuck me now. Instead, I enjoy the moment and the knowledge that he is stiff like this for me. No one else, just me.

He pulls me up to my feet after a few more moments and enters the shower, pulling me in after him. He slams the door shut and immediately presses me up against the inside wall of the shower, one hand on the glass beside my face and the other on my left breast, fingers teasing my nipple as he takes my mouth in his own.

I give control of my body over to him, to do with as he will. He pulls one leg up to his hip and I wrap it around his waist, his hard on now poised at my entrance. He directs me away from the stream of the water as he reaches out of the shower and grabs a condom. He puts it on expertly, then returns his attention to me.

He looks me in my eyes. “I’m going to make you come for me,” he says. Then he slams into me, exciting every cell in my body with each of his thrusts. Each one takes him in deeper until Cooper is all the way in me, our bodies moving in an ancient rhythm of synchronized desire. He brings me to the brink of climax, each move increasing my mounting pleasure and longing for the ultimate release. I suck on his bottom lip and pull him to me, even though we really can’t get any closer. I want him so badly and the passion of our embrace is deliciously irresistible.

He takes my face in his hands and makes me look him straight in the eyes as he continues to thrust. We go over the brink together, looking into each other’s eyes, as we climax together and his hot seed spurts into me, filling me up with a satisfying warmth from deep within.

I rest my head against his chest and can hear the thump of his heart, beating nearly as quickly as my own. I give in to the satisfied warmth that spreads throughout my body, leaving me weak but completely satiated and in bliss.