Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(17)

As he talks, he strokes my thighs. He’s close enough I can feel his breath against my skin, and it makes my belly tighten with want. I find his hair, gripping a handful and tugging; I wish he’d just press right up against my folds and suck my clit until the slick coats my thighs.

Do I trust him? Not with my life, but right here, like this? Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe it’s stupid, but I do. He doesn’t even know how much I’m trusting him right now. I’m on the edge of a cliff, balancing as best I can, while rock crumbles beneath me.

He presses a kiss to my belly button. “Freckles here too,” he murmurs. “Adorable.”

“Cooper.”

“Yes?”

“I want…” My voice fades before I can force out the words.

“Go on,” he prompts. “Tell me you want to be my good girl. Let me give you what you asked for.”

My face burns as red as my hair. I’ve fantasized for years about someone calling me their good girl, and now it’s finally happening. He has no idea what he’s giving me right now. How much this moment means to me.

I tug on his hair harder. “Yes. I want… I want to be your good girl.”

He spreads my legs wide, his hands stroking my inner thighs, where my skin is softest. “Atta girl.”

He starts at the top of my folds, pressing light kisses to my skin, dragging his beard against it. I’m moaning softly all the while; even that relatively innocent touch is winding me up. He drags his mouth down, exploratory, trading off kisses and small licks. But then he winds his arms around my legs and spreads me even wider, licking right over my hole, and he drags a gasp out of me. He finds my clit next, lapping at it before sucking it, sending a wave of pleasure through me. He clearly knows what he’s doing, teasing the little bud until I’m moving against his face, desperate for more contact. He breaks away, laughing, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

“You taste delicious,” he says. “Fuck, I could stay just like this for hours.”

That must be a line he uses on every girl, but it works. I grind against him, aching for more contact.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

“’Course not,” he says. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

He fucks into me with his tongue, no doubt getting his mouth and beard messy with slick, and uses a finger on my clit instead, making me rock my hips forward, hoping for more friction. His other hand goes to my ass, squeezing firmly, drawing out a moan that has me throwing my head back against the wall. Each lick, each touch, brings me closer to the peak of pleasure, but even moving against him, I’m not there. I need something more. I grip his hair so tightly it must hurt, pressing his face against my folds.

“That’s it,” he says right against me. The vibrations of his voice have me gasping. “Ride my face, needy girl.”

Needy girl.

Is that me? In this moment, yes. I haven’t allowed myself to do anything like this since I was sixteen, hoping for a deeper connection and leaving my life in ruins instead. Cooper has coaxed out the side of me that I keep locked down tight. Maybe I was more desperate for a change than I realized. Needier than I thought.

The thought just makes me press against him more firmly, tugging his hair to move his head where I want it. He goes along, licking and sucking everywhere he can reach. My stomach tightens like it’s caught in a vise. I moan aloud, the sounds pouring from me without a thought as he pays attention to my clit again. His nails dig into my bottom hard enough to hurt, and I gasp, almost losing my balance. He runs his hand down my leg—and then props it up on his shoulder, spreading me out so wide I feel the cool air on my pussy. I feel ridiculous for half a second, with my tangled leggings stretched almost to the point of tearing, but then I see the look on his face.

Maybe he’s got a thing for stick-thin girls with hair the color of carrots. Maybe he just really likes eating pussy. Maybe he’d be looking at any girl like this, worshipful, almost gentle in the way he blinks his storm-blue eyes.

“Cooper,” I whimper, curling and uncurling my toes. I dig my shoe into his shoulder. He steadies me with his firm hands, rubbing down my sides.

“You’re almost there,” he says; his mouth is wet with my slick, his beard soaking. He licks his lips. “Be good and let me finish my meal.”

He doesn’t stop, or tease, or even come up for air; he breathes right against my cunt, letting his nose bump my clit as he laps at my skin.

The moment his finger pushes into me, agonizingly slow, a stark contrast to the way he’s licking my clit, I come apart. I muffle my cry against my shoulder, curling in on myself, almost falling as I yank my leg down. There’s slick all over my thighs; when I press my legs together, I feel sticky. He rises to his feet, pulling me into a crushing kiss. I taste the salt on his lips and lick into his mouth without thinking.

When we eventually break away from each other, he just presses his forehead to mine.

And even though I’m the one with stars swimming in my vision, he thanks me.





9





COOPER





This girl is a goddess.

I’ve loved sex ever since my first time, a fumbled hookup in a closet not unlike this one. I felt accomplished as fuck, hearing Emma Cotham’s moans as I moved inside her. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a proper hookup, but I wasn’t prepared for how satisfied this would leave me. As I kiss Red, I can feel my almost painful hard-on straining against my jeans, sure, but I can’t stop smiling. She made the sweetest little noises. I know I don’t really know her, but at least right now, she seems like the kind of woman I like best—adorable and easy to overwhelm, yet fiery and full of spirit. The moment she dangled the offer of a hookup in front of me, I had the feeling it would lead somewhere good.