22. Cooper

22

Cooper

I pulled her closer, my hands sliding down her back as our kiss deepened. Her lips were soft and eager against mine, her body melting into my embrace.

"Slow down, killer," I murmured against her mouth. "I'm not going to fuck you in an ice rink."

She looked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. "Then can we go home and you can... you can make love to me there?"

"Make love?" I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. "We're going to have to work on that diction, baby."

"I'm a fast learner," she said, her voice breathy.

"I bet you are." My gaze raked over her. "Eager too."

"Please, Cooper," she whispered, pressing herself against me.

I closed my eyes, desire surging through me at the feel of her soft curves. My jeans tightened, my dick already hard just from the thought of having her.

I swallowed thickly. "Let's lock up," I said, my voice rough with need.

We locked up the rink, the sound of the heavy doors echoing in the empty space. Everly slipped her hand into mine, her fingers lacing through with a confidence that caught me off guard. She didn't care who saw us, didn't worry about what people would think or say. It was a luxury I couldn't afford, but there she was, flaunting it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Stepping out into the crisp night air, I glanced down at her. She looked up at me, her eyes full of something pure and raw. There wasn't an ounce of doubt in those eyes. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and I knew I should look away. I didn't deserve that look. Not from her. But I couldn't tear my gaze from hers.

I wanted to drown in it. In her.

Her lips curved into a soft smile, and my chest tightened. I squeezed her hand gently, a silent promise I had no idea how to keep but felt compelled to make.

Dangerous. She was so goddamn dangerous, and if I had any sense, I would pull away and leave her be.

But I didn't.

Not around her.

We walked to my car in silence, the cool air biting at our exposed skin. The city lights cast long shadows across the pavement as we approached the car. Everly slid into the passenger seat without letting go of my hand until the last possible second.

Once inside, our fingers found each other again, and it felt good. It felt right.

I started the engine, and we drove through the town streets, neither of us saying a word. The hum of the engine filled the space between us, a comforting background to our shared silence.

She rested her head against the window, but her hand stayed in mine, warm and sure. I glanced at her from time to time, catching glimpses of that same unwavering affection in her eyes whenever she turned to look at me.

We reached my place faster than I'd anticipated. Pulling into the driveway, I cut the engine and turned to face her fully for the first time since we left the rink.

"Everly," I started, but she placed a finger on my lips.

"Let's just be," she said softly, leaning closer until our foreheads touched.

I nodded slowly, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over me as I let myself get lost in those eyes once more. For now, that was enough.

"If you've changed your mind?—"

"I haven't," she cut me off, her voice firm but soft. "Please, Cooper."

"Be careful what you beg for," I whispered, brushing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

We headed inside, the silence between us charged with anticipation. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Just… stay down here for a second," I said, looking into her eyes. "Can you do that?"

She nodded once, her trust evident.

I took the stairs two at a time, my mind racing. Upstairs, I rummaged through drawers and closets until I found a couple of candles. Their soft glow would be better than the harsh overhead light. I lit them carefully; the flames flickering to life and casting gentle shadows across the room.

"All right," I called out.

Her footsteps were soft against the wooden floor, and as she appeared in the doorway, I realized how nervous I was. My palms felt clammy, my breath coming in shallow bursts. It was like being thirteen again and facing my first crush, my first fucking time. The way she made me feel didn't make sense, but it was real and undeniable.

She paused at the threshold, taking in the dimly lit room before crossing over to me. Without a word, she reached up and kissed me, her lips sending jolts of electricity through my body. I guided her toward the bed, our movements slow and deliberate.

Gently, I positioned myself over her, feeling every inch of her beneath me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited for any sign of fear or hesitation from her. But there was none. If anything, she pulled me closer, her hands threading through my hair.

Her touch was both tender and insistent, grounding me in the moment. This wasn't just physical; it was something deeper. Something I hadn't expected but couldn't ignore.

Our breaths mingled as we moved together, shedding clothes the way a sheep dog shed fur.

For the first time in a long while, I felt like maybe—just maybe—I could let myself believe in this moment. In us.

I took her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue against the pink peak. She let out a sharp intake of breath, her hands gripping my head as if she were trying to pull me closer. Encouraged by her response, I swirled my tongue around the sensitive nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. Her breath hitched, and I could hear the rush of blood in her ears as if it were calling my name.

With one hand, I reached down to unhook her lace panties, sliding them slowly off her hips and down her legs and leaving her completely naked and vulnerable before me. I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her body, every curve and line etched with desire.

As I pulled back slightly, I could see the hunger in her eyes, a fire that matched the one burning within me. I reached for her, pulling her close and pressing my lips against hers. Our kiss was passionate, urgent, as if we were trying to devour each other's essence through our lips.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in my hair as I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth fully. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, the saltiness of her skin, and the sheer desire that seemed to fill her very being.

Slowly, I broke the kiss, trailing my fingers down her neck and across her collarbone. She shivered lightly under my touch, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you sure about this?" I asked softly, needing to hear the words again, even though she'd already said everything.

She met my gaze, her eyes filled with everything I didn't deserve. "More sure than I've ever been about anything."

With her words echoing in my mind, I lowered my lips to her shoulder, kissing her gently as my hands gripped her hips. She let out a soft sigh, her body trembling slightly with anticipation.

I kissed a trail down her stomach, past a patch of soft blonde curls until I reached the apex of her thighs. She smelled decadent, my cock throbbing at the sight of this fucking angel in front of me. I breathed in deep, inhaling her sweet scent that intoxicated me as I moved lower. I needed to taste her, to touch her in the most intimate way. The sight was too much, and I groaned softly, feeling a surge of desire course through me.

I licked the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She shivered beneath me, a soft whimper escaping her lips. I traced gentle kisses along the delicate skin of her inner thighs, waiting for her to guide me closer to what I so desperately wanted.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and breathy, "Please, touch me there."

I reached towards her, gently parting her folds with my fingers. She was wet, swollen, and so impossibly beautiful. I could smell her arousal, and the desire within me reached a fever pitch. I lowered my mouth to her, kissing and licking her inner thighs before finally reaching her most sensitive spot.

Her taste was addicting, sweet and salty, a heady mix that I couldn't get enough of. I flicked my tongue against her clit, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. She arched her back, her hands gripping my hair as she let out a soft moan.

"More," she pleaded, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing.

I obliged, moving my tongue in circles around her clit, dipping my fingers inside her tight, wet channel. Her hips bucked gently, her body responding to my every touch. Every stroke of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers brought her closer to the edge.

"Please, I need it," she gasped, her voice barely audible.

Fuck. She was so damn responsive.

I increased my pace, sliding a finger deep inside her while sucking and flicking her clit.

"Fuck," I muttered. "You're so fucking tight, sugar."

Her body trembled beneath me, and she let out a series of soft, ragged moans. "Oh goodness, yes."

I slid a second finger inside of her. She gasped, eyes snapping open. I knew it hurt slightly, and I paused, letting herself adjust to me.

"I… I want more, Cooper," she said.

I would carve out my heart if that was what she wanted.

Fuck, I was so undone for her, and she didn't even know it.

I added a third finger, stretching her walls gently. She whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. I pushed her limits, knowing she could take it, knowing she wasn't delicate. Each thrust was deeper and harder, until her walls clenched around my fingers and she arched her back, a soft cry escaping her lips.

I pulled back, my mouth watering at the sight of her wetness glistening on my fingers. I replaced them with my mouth, lapping up every last drop of her sweetness.

"Oh, my," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the pleasure.

I looked up at her, my gaze locked with hers as I continued to feast on her most intimate part. She was a vision of desire and abandon, her eyes hazy with passion as she watched me.

Her hands found their way to the back of my head, guiding my mouth back to her. I plunged my tongue inside her.

The sound of her whimpers and moans drove me wild with desire, my cock pulsing with each cry she made. I knew she was close, and I wanted to be the one to push her over the edge. My fingers rubbed against her clit in time with my mouth.

Her body trembled beneath me, her hips bucking against my face as she cried out my name. "Cooper, I'm going to…"

I smiled against her flesh, feeling her walls clench around my fingers as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her juices flowed freely, coating my face, and I eagerly lapped up every last drop.

I covered her body with mine, kissing her deeply. She hummed at the taste of herself on my lips, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Decadent," I whispered against her mouth.

"What about you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want... I want to touch you."

She slowly reached out to me, her touch reverent as if she was baptizing me, cleansing me of my sins. I couldn't help but feel like I didn't deserve it, but I was too selfish to stop her.

She kissed my skin, worshiping me in a way that made me feel like I was the only man in the world. Her touch was magic, dangerous, and I couldn't get enough of it.

I felt a rush of heat coursing through my veins, a fire igniting within me. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue a velvet caress against my sensitive skin. I had never felt anything like this before, as if she were spinning me into a world of desire and ecstasy.

As her mouth moved down my shaft, I arched my back, a low groan escaping my lips. Her eyes, locked with mine the entire time, held a passion that matched my own. I wanted her, needed her, more than anything in this world.

"Where… where did you learn how to do this?" I demanded roughly.

She stopped, her mouth never leaving my dick.

"I'll kill him," I said. "I'll kill anyone you've ever done this to."

I meant it to with every fiber of my being.

She shook her head. "Books," she murmured.

And I believed her.

Her mouth returning to my cock was like a drug, sending shockwaves through my body that left me desperate for more. My hands gripped her hair, guiding her movements as she took me deeper than ever before. I moaned softly; the pleasure overwhelming me as her lips and tongue worked their magic.

My hips bucked, thrusting into her mouth, and she met each thrust with equal passion. Her moans escaped her lips, a soft and sensual melody that only fueled our desire further. I could feel the tension build within me, the impending release that I knew would send me soaring to new heights of ecstasy.

As I reached my breaking point, I pulled her up to me once more, our kiss still as fervent and passionate as ever. With a growl, I broke the kiss, my eyes locked on hers.

"I need you," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely a whisper against the storm of emotions raging within me.

Because it was true. It was fucking true. I needed her like air, and I was so delirious with these feelings that I couldn't be bothered to care anymore.

She nodded, her eyes hungry. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her over so I was back on top of her. I didn't want to let go of her, feared losing this moment forever.

My body aligned perfectly with hers.

"I know this is going to hurt, killer," I said tightly. "But you'll handle it."

I slowly pushed into her, her slick walls welcoming me with blissful heat. She gasped, fingers digging into my skin. Tears pricked her eyes, her body tensing up, coiled like a bowstring.

I halted, even though it killed me. Even though I wanted to thrust all the way inside of her, molding her perfect pussy to the shape of my cock.

Fuck.

Her breathing got deeper, and I looked at her. Pain still etched the lines of her face, but there was a glint in her eyes…

"There's my killer," I murmured, pushing in further.

She moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet my gentle thrusts. I groaned in response, amazed at how perfect she felt. Our bodies seemed to be made for each other, the connection between us as if we were destined to be together.

"You feel so fucking good," I gasped between breaths, our sweat mingling as our passion continued to build.

It took every ounce in me to go slow. "You like that, baby?"

"Cooper," she whispered.

"Tell me," I said. "Tell me you like my cock."

"I…I like your…"

I pulled out. "Say it," I said, lips twisting into a smile.

"Cooper, I like… it."

"No." I shook my head. "Not good enough. Tell me. Say it."

"Please, Cooper, I —" She clenched her teeth at my look. "I like… I want your cock, Cooper. Please."

"Fuck, baby, I love when you talk like that," I said through a moan.

Her hands gripped my waist, and I felt her muscles tense as she drove me deeper. I could hear her difficult breaths, but she kept pushing, her determination matching mine.

"That's it," I urged, my voice hoarse with need. "Take me, baby."

She did, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to say these words to her, to let her know how incredible she was, but all that came out was a choked-up moan.

I reached down and stroked her cheek, my fingers tracing the curve of her jawline. "Everly, you're perfect," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding of our hearts.

She arched her back, her head thrown back in pleasure, her eyes shining with…

And in that moment, all I could think about was her, and the way that she made me feel.

The words tumbled out of my mouth, fueled by the raw intensity of my emotions. "Fuck, Everly, you're everything. Fucking everything ."

"Cooper, can you go harder?" she asked. "Please?"

Her plea was enough to make me shudder. I gripped her hips and began to thrust deeper, harder, our bodies slapping against each other. Her whimpers and moans only egged me on, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building in my muscles, the fire burning in my veins.

"I'm close," she panted, her voice thick with desire.

"Come for me, darling," I said. Begged. Pleaded. "I want to feel you come apart all over my cock."

I picked up the pace, our bodies moving in a frenzied dance of passion. I slammed into her, my cock pulsing inside her, and I felt the first wave of ecstasy wash over me.

"Fuck, Everly, I'm coming," I grunted, my hips driving into her as my orgasm took hold.

I felt her body convulse beneath me, her pussy clenching around my throbbing dick as she reached her own climax. Our moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, and I pulled her close, our bodies trembling together as we rode the waves of our shared ecstasy.

After what felt like an eternity, we slowly disentangled ourselves, our breaths still ragged and our hearts pounding. I couldn't help but steal a kiss, my lips gentle against hers as the afterglow settled over us.

"So…" Everly breathed, her eyes shining with emotion. "That's what it's supposed to feel like with the right person."

I opened my mouth, ready to correct her, to remind her I wasn't the right one. That I could never deserve her.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Not tonight.

"Remember what you said," I murmured, pulling her close against me. "You belong to me now, darling."

She hummed, closing her eyes.

She should have been scared, even regretful, but she wasn't.

"And you," she whispered, "belong to me."

I wanted to correct that too, but she wasn't wrong.

Fuck. I hated how much I liked the sound of that. It would be so easy to let myself fall in love with her. So damn easy to let go…

But I couldn't do that to her.

One day, she'd leave me. One day, I'd ruin things. I knew that.

But right now, I had her in my arms, and that was all that mattered. And I'd keep her until she realized just what a monster I was.