Chapter Sixteen

Cooper

I keep a hold of her as she twitches and sighs through the final throes of her orgasm. That was a privilege to witness, and to hear my name on her lips while it happened was so much more than I expected.

The thing is, though, despite having watched her suck my cock with a level of enthusiasm that was astounding… and regardless of her having only just come apart on my tongue, I need more. I need to be inside her. Now.

It's a fairly simple maneuver to lower her legs from my shoulders to my elbows, so they're hooked in place and although she's barely recovered, I can't wait a second longer.

"Hold on to me," I say and she does, gripping my shoulders and gazing into my eyes as I raise her slightly, finding her entrance, and then lower her onto my dick.

"Coop!" She screams my name – or the shortened version of it that she's used a couple of times now – and something in her tone, and in the way she grabs at my shoulders, tells me this isn't about pleasure.

I might be distracted by how much I need to fuck her, and that even though I've only got the head of my cock inside her, it already feels like I've died and gone to heaven, but I hold still, fear clawing at me.

"What is it? What's wrong? I—I thought this was what you wanted." She's breathing hard, but doesn't say a word, although she's shaking her head. I'm panicking, but I can't have read this wrong, can I? "Mallory… say something. When I said I wanted to fuck you against the wall, I thought you liked the idea."

She sucks in a breath. "I did. I do."

"Then what's wrong?"

"You're enormous, Coop. What do you think is wrong?"

"It hurts?" I guess.

"A little."

"Then we'll stop." I raise her up, but she grabs my shoulders again, shaking her head.

"Don't you dare."

"You want to keep going?"

"Of course I wanna keep going."

"In this position?"

"Absolutely. Just take it slow to start with and let's see what happens."

"I can tell you what'll happen," I say.

"What?"

"You'll get used to having my dick inside you." I edge slowly inwards, giving her just a couple of inches before I ease back out, and then slide in a little further. She lets out a low, throaty groan, which makes me smile as I pull back yet again. "And then I'll be able to fuck you, just like this, all the time, only harder."

I slide my cock all the way home, as I say that last word, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she clings to me. This isn't pain, though. This is pure pleasure. I can hear it in her soft moans, and see it in the flush on her cheeks, and the slight misting of her eyes.

"Oh, God… that's so, so good."

"You still want me to take it slow? Because we can, if you want."

"No. Give me everything, Coop. And don't stop. Please, don't stop." I smile, dipping my head to kiss her, while I take her, slamming into her deeper and deeper with every stroke, until she twists her head away from mine.

"Don't you like tasting yourself?" I ask, wondering if that's the reason for the abrupt ending of our kiss.

"It's not that," she says, licking her lips to prove the point. "It's just I can't kiss you while you're… while you're fucking me like this. It's too much. I need to be able to focus."

"On what?"

"On your cock."

"Tell me how it feels," I say, hammering into her, harder than ever.

"It… It feels huge."

"But manageable?"

She nods her head, smiling. "Definitely. I'm getting used to it now. I love how deep inside me you can go, and as for the way you stretch me…" She sucks in a breath. "It's amazing. I can feel every inch of you… every vein and ridge. It's like nothing else I've ever… ever experienced." I love how vocal she is, and how descriptive, and I swivel my hips, her juices dripping down between us as she lets out a gasp. "Do that again." I do, over and over, and she breathes harder, faster. "I'm gonna… I'm… oh, fuck… I'm gonna come. Coop…" My name is a high-pitched cry, as she clamps around my cock, her inner muscles tightening and clenching as she clutches and grabs at me, holding on to my shoulders, while her body contorts through her second orgasm. This one is, if anything, even more spectacular than the last, and it's all I can do to hold on. I have to, though, because I'm not wearing a condom, and I don't want to spoil the moment for her by pulling out just when she's reached the peak.

Her breathing calms slightly and she slowly returns to me, relaxing in my arms and opening her eyes, gazing up at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, and a perfect smile forming on her lips.

"That was something else, Cooper."

"Call me Coop."

"Why?"

"Because I like it. Especially the way you say it."

Her smile widens. "Okay… Coop."

I take her weight, kicking our clothes out of the way as I turn and carry her through to the bedroom. I've only got one goal in mind, which is the bed, and I wait until I've reached it before I pull out of her, lowering her onto her back.

She shimmies further onto the mattress, and I let my eyes feast on her large, firm breasts, and rounded hips, although I'll admit, they're drawn to her long legs, and those fuck-me heels I haven't yet bothered to remove.

"Were you waiting for anything in particular?" she says, with a tease in her voice.

"No."

I reach over and grab a condom from the top drawer of my nightstand, tearing into the foil pack and rolling it over my cock before I kneel up on the bed, parting her legs with my own. She raises them higher still, those heels coming into my peripheral vision.

"It's no good," I say, kneeling back, and pulling them off, throwing them over my shoulders. "I thought I could handle you wearing them, but I can't."

"You can't?"

"No. I'm gonna come way too quickly if you keep them on."

"In that case, I'm glad you took them off."

"Why?" I ask, teasing her.

"Because I want you to fuck me. Long and hard."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She smiles up at me, and I lean over, resting one hand beside her head, while I palm my cock with the other, rubbing it along her folds. She sucks in a breath, reaching down and pulling her lips apart, so I hit her clit with the tip of my dick, making her shudder.

"You like that?"

"I like everything you do with your cock."

"In that case…" I nestle the tip against her entrance, holding still for a second, and then slam into her.

"Yes!" Her scream is all I need to hear, and I grab both of her hands in mine, holding them above her head as I take her.

"Is it just my cock you like?" I ask as I pound into her.

"No. I like your fingers, and your tongue… and everything else about you."

"Did you like me fingering your pussy when we were in the surgery earlier?" She nods her head, sucking in a breath as I shift down just slightly, changing the angle. "Even though we nearly got caught?"

"I didn't care. I loved every second of it."

I groan, taking her a little deeper, and she shudders beneath me, making me think about everything we've done today… and all the things I still want to do, my balls aching at the thought. "I'm close, baby," I whisper, and she nods.

"Me… Me, too. Please make me… make me come. I need your cock, Coop. I need you to make me…" Her voice trails off into a plaintive scream as she clamps around me, surrendering to yet another orgasm. It's more than I can take, and I thrust deep inside her, howling out her name, over and over, through the longest and most intense climax of my life.

So far.

I collapse to my elbows, kissing her cheeks, then her lips, although I keep it brief, because she's still getting her breath back, and then I roll us over, so we're facing each other. We're still joined, and I want to keep it that way, holding her close to me as she calms. I need a little time myself, and I cradle her head, stroking her hair, even though it's still tied up, and caress her back with my other hand, feeling her soft skin against mine.

She said she loved every second of what we did today, and so did I, although I doubt there's anything that can beat what we've just done. Even so, the feeling of her hand around my dick while I fingered her soaking pussy in the surgery… that's going to live with me for a very long time. I think we were both close to coming when Greta interrupted us, and although it would have been nice to watch Mallory come apart like that, I think it's been better to enjoy her in the privacy of my apartment.

I smile to myself, just for a moment, recalling Greta's reaction.

She'd clearly worked out that something was going on, but didn't say a word while Mallory was in the room. Once she'd gone, and we were getting ready for our first patient of the afternoon, Greta turned to me and simply said, "Is there anything you wanna tell me?"

I could have said, "No." It would have been easy enough, but I think I'd already worked out that, if Mallory and I were gonna make a success of our relationship, we couldn't keep sneaking around behind Greta's back, so I said, "Yes," instead, and she folded her arms across her chest, tipping her head to one side while she waited for me to elaborate. "Mallory and I are seeing each other."

"You worked things out, did you?"

"We did."

She nodded her head, letting her hands fall back to her sides. "She's still too good for you," she said, and I smiled.

"Would it help if I said I'm trying to be better… for her?"

"It would. Although I'd be even more impressed if you said you were doing it for yourself, too. It'll make you both happier in the end."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but now, I'm starting to think she might have a point.

"Are you okay?" Mallory's voice and the slight shift of her body in my arms brings me back to reality.

"I'm fine. And I should be the one asking that question." I wait, staring at her until she nods her head.

"I don't think I've ever felt so good in my life."

"Would you forgive me if I broke this up and went to the bathroom?"

"Only if you promise to come back and do it all again."

I chuckle. "You have remembered I'm nearly thirty-eight, haven't you?"

"I have, although I'm not sure what that's got to do with anything."

"My recovery time isn't what it was twenty years ago."

"Do you want to tell your cock that?" she says, clenching her internal muscles around my dick. "You're still bone hard."

I am, and I don't mind saying, I feel pretty damn pleased with myself about that. So pleased that I roll Mallory onto her back, raising myself above her.

"In that case, I'll be back in two minutes," I say, pulling out of her as gently as I can. "Don't move a muscle."

"I won't go far," she says, with a teasing smile on her lips. I get the feeling she's got something in mind, and based on everything we've done so far, I can't wait to find out what that is.

I climb off of the bed, and rush to the bathroom, where I dispose of the condom and wash up, hurrying back to the bedroom, although I stop in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat.

Mallory has let her hair down, so it's hanging in loose curls around her shoulders, but she's also kneeling up on the bed, facing me, her legs spread slightly and her eyes fixed on mine.

"You're so fucking sexy," I murmur as I walk over to her and she smiles, crawling toward me, then dropping to all fours. My cock twitches at the thought of what she must have in mind, and she raises her head, looking up at me, then reaches out, grabbing my dick before she leans in and takes me in her mouth. "Fuck, yes," I hiss between gritted teeth. She's even more bold than she was before, taking me deep enough that I hit the back of her throat. She might be dangerously good at this, but I'm gonna let her dictate the pace for a while, watching her lips surrounding me, her head dipping back and forth. There's something about the look in her eyes… it's like she's asking me for something. "You want me to fuck your mouth?" I say, taking a chance, and she nods her head, her eyes sparkling. I reach down and hold her head still as she lowers her hand, giving me complete control, and I take it, flexing my hips. She moans as I pick up the pace, and even shifts a little closer so I can go deeper. "Take my cock, babe," I urge and she nods her head. I've never felt anything quite so glorious… other than being inside her, and no matter how good this feels and looks, that's where I need to be again, because I crave her body.

I pull out of her mouth, giving her no more than a second to catch her breath, then I bend and kiss her, pulling her up with me, so she's kneeling, her breasts pressed hard against me, until I lean back and, with a smile etched on my lips, flip her around and bend her forward. She's on all fours again, but facing away from me now and I'm faced with the sight of the most perfect ass in the world.

I run my hands over her and she squirms back into me, letting me know what she wants… and although I could die happy just touching her, there's so much more we can do.

I pull her closer, so her knees are on the edge of the bed, and then I rub the head of my dick against her.

"Please…" she whimpers, her body shaking, and I slide into her. "Fuck… yes!" She looks at me over her shoulder, biting on her bottom lip. "Sorry," she says. "I didn't mean to scream, but I love it when you do that."

"What?" I say, pulling all the way back out and then impaling her a second time. "That?"

"Yes. Oh, God… yes. Exactly that."

"You like having my cock inside you?"

"I love it."

"You like me fucking your mouth, too?"

"So much, Coop. I love being taken, any way you want."

"I love taking you, babe."

"Good. Then would you fuck me harder… please."

"With pleasure."

I give her everything I've got, sweat forming on my chest and back as I hold her hips, while she urges me on, yelling for more.

"Give me your cock. Give it to me."

I raise my leg, resting my foot on the edge of the bed, which changes the angle and lets me go deeper, and that's all it takes for her words to become an incoherent mess of screams and cries as she thrashes on the bed, her body writhing through another orgasm.

I love watching her like this, and I need more… although it seems she does too, and she takes less time to calm than before, her breathing returning to normal as she looks over her shoulder at me again.

"Sorry for being so loud, but you've got no-one to blame but yourself."

"Why's that?"

"Because you have such an amazing cock… and because you know what to do with it."

I smile down at her. "You make as much noise as you like, baby. There's no-one to hear you."

"No. It's not like…" She stops talking, and even from here I can see a slight blush on her cheeks, which has nothing to do with the climax she's just come down from.

"Not like what?" I ask, holding still inside her.

"Nothing."

It's clearly not nothing, but there's only one thing it can be, and even though I'd rather she wasn't thinking about him, I have to know exactly what's on her mind. I can't bear there being any secrets between us.

"Tell me, Mallory. Are you talking about when you were with Jonah?" I ask, surprised by how jealous that thought makes me feel.

"No," she says, like that's the dumbest suggestion she's ever heard. "I'm talking about when you were with Meredith."

"Excuse me?"

I pull out of her as gently as I can and sit on the bed, then lie beside her, waiting until she falls forward and turns to face me.

"I—I could hear you, when you were together," she says, the regret in her voice more than obvious. It borders on pain, and I can't say I'm surprised. I think I'd rather she told me intimate details about her ex than that she'd had to live through intimate moments between me and mine.

"You could hear us?"

"Yes."

I reach out, cupping her face with my hand and she leans in to my touch. "I'm sorry, Mallory. I never thought… I mean, if I'd known…"

"It's okay," she says, surprising me. How can it possibly be ‘okay'?

"Seriously? You didn't mind?"

"Of course I did. If I'm being honest, I hated every second of it."

I lean in and kiss her lips, brushing mine against them before I pull back and gaze into her eyes. "I can understand that."

"You can?"

"Of course. I felt the same." She looks confused and I have to smile. "I heard you, too, baby."

"You did?" she asks, her eyes sparkling, despite the slight blush on her cheeks.

"Yeah. The first time was the weekend we helped Laurel and Brady move house. I assumed you must have a man with you, and I remember thinking how lucky he was… and what a good time he must be showing you, because you were clearly enjoying it."

"Is that why you asked if I had a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, it was. Of course, when I realized you didn't…" I let my voice fade and she smiles, her fingers wandering down my chest, and playing over the contours of my abs, which captures my breath for a moment.

"You worked out there was no-one in the room, other than me… and my trusty vibrator."

Vibrator? Shit…

"I—I didn't realize there was a vibrator involved. Hell… I'd have paid serious money to see that."

She giggles. "You don't have to."

Before I can stop her, she pulls herself free of my grip, and leaps off of the bed, running for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Upstairs."

"Without any clothes on?"

"Naturally." She tips her head, in the cutest way, and says, "There's no-one here to see me."

"Except me."

"Except you." She smiles. "Would now be a good time to confess that when I was thinking of coming down here to see you last night, I wasn't planning on getting dressed to do it?"

I get up, walking over to her, my eyes locked with hers until I'm standing right in front of her, and I pull her into my arms, our naked bodies bound together.

"Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?"

"Yes."

We both laugh, and she takes the chance to pull free of me before I can kiss her and make her stay. She rushes out into the living room and I watch her go, heading for the door, and yanking it open before she disappears from sight.

I hear her footsteps on the stairs, smiling at the idea that she's naked, and then I make my way toward the front door as I listen to the sound of her moving about above me, the anticipation killing me. It seems to take forever, but eventually, I hear her coming back and I grab her the second she walks through the door. She lets out a slight yelp of surprise, but falls into my arms.

"Did you miss me?" she says.

"Fuck, yes," I whisper and I lift her into my arms, carrying her through to the bedroom, where I drop her onto the mattress. She's carrying something small and black in her right hand and as I crawl up over her body, I grab her wrist, holding it above her head and kiss her. Hard.

She writhes beneath me, her body squirming into mine, but I let her go, releasing her and moving to one side, lying next to her. She stares at me for a second or two, then lowers her arm, showing me the vibrator.

"It's not as big as I'd expected."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've heard what it can do to you, so I'd expected something… larger."

She smiles over my hesitation and tips her head. "It's not always about size, Coop. This thing might be small, but it's powerful." She turns it on, the noise level surprising me, although I'm more interested in watching as she lowers her hand, touching the tip of the vibrator against her clit. Her body convulses, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

"Is that good?"

"Y—Yes." She parts her legs wider, giving herself better access, and rolls her hips.

"Tell me what you used to think about when you were making yourself come," I say.

"You," she says simply, and I have to smile.

"Doing what?"

"Me. Preferably. I used to fantasize about your cock… about sucking it, and feeling it inside… inside me." She stutters out a breath, spreading her legs a little wider and I palm my cock, stroking it gently.

"I used to jerk off thinking about you," I say and she stops what she's doing, my words dying on my lips as she sits up slightly and stares at me.

"When was that?"

"The first time was after I heard you… when I thought you were with someone else, and I was eaten up with jealousy. I—I didn't want to think about you like that, so I went and took a cold shower."

"Did it help?" she asks, lying back down and getting comfortable.

"Not in the slightest. I came so hard, I thought I'd collapse."

I don't tell her I was thinking about fucking her ass at the time. I'm not sure how she'll react to that. Instead, I watch as she touches the vibrator to her clit again, and then kneel up, and position myself so my cock is directly above her face, my hand gripped tight around it as I re-create the scene.

"That looks so good," she whimpers, raising her hips, her vibrator clearly hitting the spot.

"You like the idea of me jerking off while thinking about you?"

"Yes."

"So you won't mind that I did it every night?"

"Really?" She smiles, her eyes alight.

I nod my head. "And some mornings, too. It made facing you at work kinda difficult, knowing what was going through my mind, and how much I wanted you, even though you were out of bounds."

"I—I was never out of bounds, Coop. Not to you. I—I'm all yours." She's breathing hard, and I can tell she's close.

"All of you?"

"Yes. All of me."

"You mean that?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes." She thrashes her head from side to side and although I can tell she wants to keep her eyes open… to keep watching me, she can't. They close tight as she curls in on her next orgasm, her body twisting and turning as she tries to catch her breath. She gets there in the end, and when she does, it seems to calm her, and she lets out a long, satisfied sigh, pulling the vibrator from her clit.

"Don't turn it off," I say, releasing my dick.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not done with you yet."

I move down between her legs, flipping her over onto her front, then pull her up onto all fours. She's tired but willing, and she edges back in to me as I enter her from behind.

"Oh… that's so good. I miss you when you're not inside me."

"I miss you too, babe." It's true. I do. "Now… use your vibrator. Make yourself come again."

She changes position slightly, resting on her shoulders, and she reaches back between her legs. I can feel the vibrations on my cock as she touches the toy to her clit, and I realize for the first time, how powerful it is. She's already moaning and getting into a rhythm with me, parting her legs a little further, so I can go deeper.

The sight before me is just too tempting, and while I know this could end badly, something tells me it might not. She said she was all mine, and I'm willing to take a chance on finding out if she meant that. I'm willing to risk her rejection and offer explanations, if necessary.

I raise my right hand, putting my thumb into my mouth. I'm not sucking it, I'm wetting it, and once I'm sure there's enough moisture on it, I lower it again, spreading my hand, palm down, just above her ass, pressing down slightly to hold her still. Then, as she rocks back into me, I circle my thumb over her anus.

She doesn't break her rhythm, but just groans deeply, pushing back a little further the next time, like she wants more.

"You like that?" I ask, resting my thumb where it is for a moment.

"I love it."

"Have you done it before?"

Do I want her to say ‘yes', or ‘no'? I can't be sure and I wait while she twists her head and looks up at me.

"No. I may not have been a virgin in the traditional sense, but I am there."

"And do you want it to stay that way? We don't have to…"

"Yes, we do. I told you I'm all yours. Please, Coop…"

I smile and she smiles back as I push my thumb inside and she gasps.

"Is that okay?" I ask, although I don't stop fucking her… not even for a second.

"It's incredible. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

"I won't." I'm never gonna stop. Not now I've found you .

Her body is trembling, although I don't know whether that's me or the vibrator. I don't care, either. All that matters is she's mine. She's all mine, and I love her more than words can say.

I'm aware of her coming just seconds before her orgasm hits her… and I mean hits her. She clamps around both my cock and my thumb, her body shaking and out of control. It's more than I can take, and I slam into her, once, then twice… and then it hits me. I'm not wearing a condom. I can't spoil this for her, though, so I hold still, breathing hard, hanging on for as long as I can, until she's through the other side, and I pull out of her, my come spurting over her ass and up her back.

She moans, like she's enjoying that, too.

"Give it to me, Coop. Give me your come," she whispers, like she's in a dream.

I don't think I have much more to give, and I gently pull my thumb from her ass, then take the vibrator from her hand, switching it off before she collapses onto her front and I lie beside her.

She turns her head to me and I brush a few stray hairs aside so I can see her properly, smiling at the glazed expression in her eyes, and the lop-sided smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry," I say, and her smile fades slightly.

"What for?"

How can she not know? For losing my mind… for breaking all the rules I lectured Brady about, even though I had no cause. He told me he wanted to be around when this day came, and I told him it would never happen. How wrong could I have been?

"I didn't use a condom," I say, and her smile returns.

"I know, but you didn't come inside me."

"Maybe not. But unless you're on birth control, it was still a risky move."

She leans up. "I'm not on birth control, and I don't care. It was worth it."

I bend my head and kiss her. "Yeah. It was."

I never thought I'd say this, but it really was.

"I just have one question," she says and I lean back slightly and nod my head, waiting. "Were you this absent minded with Meredith?"

"No. Never. I promise I was always really careful. Not just with Meredith, but with everyone before her, too."

"Okay," she says, like she's happy with my answer, and although I wonder if I ought to give her more reassurance that this has been a first for me, it seems she doesn't need it. She lets her head rest on her bent arms and sighs deeply.

"Can I get you anything?"

"A towel would be useful."

I chuckle and clamber off of the bed, going to the bathroom for the second time tonight. Once I've washed up, I grab a spare towel from the closet and bring it back to Mallory, who's lying exactly where I left her.

It doesn't take long to clean her up, and once I have, she turns over, letting me pull her into my arms, both of us gazing at each other.

"Can you stay?" I ask, dreading that she'll say she has to go, and I'll have to beg her not to.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, I do."

I'm surprised by the thought that pops into my head… the thought that I want her to stay here forever, but I leave that unsaid for now, and simply kiss her instead.