Breakaway (Beyond the Play, #2)(78)

I bury my face against his chest. “You don’t have to.”

“Fuck, have to? I want to. It helps, doesn’t it? With the cramps?”

“Usually, yes.”

He pats my belly. “Give me a second. I’ll find a towel, so we don’t have to wash the sheets.”

As he sits up, I give him another squinty look. I’m not even sure how this happened, but I have Cooper’s devotion, and I think if I asked him to do just about anything, he’d at least consider it. But this doesn’t fall under the umbrella of normal boyfriend duties, as far as I know, and I don’t want him to get grossed out and then decide he’s not attracted to me anymore.

All of which tumbles out of my mouth in a big jumble. He just raises an eyebrow when I finish rambling. “Sweetheart, there’s literally nothing that could make me stop being attracted to you.” He flashes me a grin and adds, “You know I like when things get messy.”





46





PENNY





I flop against the bed. This is going to be the best period orgasm ever or a total disaster, and while I hope it’s the former, the latter seems more likely.

Cooper comes back with a towel and spreads it over the bed. Then he coaxes me out of the ball I’ve curled into once more, with gummy bears as a bribe. “Do you want all your clothes off?” he asks as I shove a couple into my mouth.

“Just my bottoms, I think,” I say when I’ve swallowed.

He pulls off his sweatshirt and jeans, so he’s just in a t-shirt and underwear, then settles on his side next to me in the bed. It’s a tight fit, given the fact it’s just a twin, but we’ve made it work plenty of times already. He leans over and kisses me.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

My face feels like it’s literally aflame as he pulls down my sweatpants and panties. I press my legs together, but he just curls his hand over my thigh. “Let me see. Want me to just touch your clit and keep the tampon in? Or should we take it out so I can finger you?”

“I want your fingers,” I admit. “I can always run to the bathroom and take it out.”

He kisses me again, softly, and reaches between my legs. “I’ve got it.”

I tense as he pulls on the tampon string. He goes slowly, kissing me all the while, and I’ve never given much thought to whether this would be sexy or just plain awkward, but somehow, he manages to make it the former. Maybe it’s the fact he’s man enough not to be embarrassed or grossed out, or maybe it’s the way he strokes my hair as he looks down at me. I’d swear there’s love in his eyes, but I’m probably imagining it. He replaces the tampon with two fingers; I gasp against his mouth. He bites down on my lip, as gentle as the way he’s fingering me, and gives my clit a long, sensual stroke.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs. “Is this good?”

I nod, then remember my voice. “Yeah. I feel really… full.”

“Good.” He curls his fingers, making me cry out. I swear, his fingers are like magic; he knows exactly how to hit my g-spot. He keeps working my clit with his thumb, and soon I’m trembling, unable to hold back the whimpers.

“Shh,” he says. “I’ve got you. You’re such a good girl, Penny, letting me take care of you.”

I sniffle. I don’t deserve this, but I’m going to ride it as long as he’s willing to give it.

“Cooper.” I reach my arms up around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. “Babe, I need...”

“Tell me, gorgeous girl. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes. Maybe my period is making me more emotional than usual, but how can I not react to words like that, said so quietly they couldn’t be for anyone but me if they tried? I kiss him so hard our teeth scrape together, but he gives as good as he gets—and understands what I wanted anyway, a third finger, stretching me in the most delicious of ways. I buck my hips, seeking just a little more contact, a little more friction, and he rewards me by rubbing my clit faster. Orgasms always come quickly when I’m on my period, and it doesn’t take long at all before I bite down on his shoulder, riding out a climax that has me shaking. He jerks when I bite him, laughing against my hair, and the sound goes straight to my core.

“Fucking hell, Red.” He keeps moving his fingers inside me, pressing his lips to my temple. “Can you give me one more?”

“Not sure,” I say with another gasp.

“I think you can.” He looks down at me; from this angle and the low lighting, his eyes look like the sky before nightfall. I blink, holding his gaze. There’s an almost feral glint in his eyes, like he’s looking at the sexiest woman he’s ever seen, and his voice has that rough edge to it that I’ve noticed when he’s about to come. “Relax and let go for me.”

I break apart while looking at him, while tears slip down my cheeks, while my heart races in my chest. The orgasm roars through me, stronger than the first, and I think I shout his name, but I can’t hear myself over the buzzing in my ears. I think, distantly, that Mia better be wearing headphones, and that makes me giggle.

He pinches my thigh. “What’s got you laughing so hard?”

“Just Mia. I hope her music is loud.”