"Are you okay?" he whispered as his lips tasted my jaw.
"Nervous is all. Don't stop."
"No, I don't think I will."
Cooper moved a hand from my breast to my hip and then guided me against his erection. Understanding what he wanted, I focused on this and not my panic or lust. I would help him. Yes, I could do that instead of freaking out.
Groaning deep in his chest, Cooper suddenly shifted us so I was back on the couch and he was over me with his lips at my throat. I couldn't think about helping him when my body was on fire. Even wanting more, I needed him to stop. Confused, I wished I could just relax and enjoy Cooper's amazing moves.
Sliding lower on the couch, Cooper lifted my shirt and gazed at my breasts. I had no time to feel self-conscious before I felt the tip of his tongue across my right nipple. I cried out, wanting him to stop. Yet my hands were in his hair as if begging for it never to end.
Cooper used those sexy lips of his to suck at my nipple slowly, sending me into a nearly brain dead state of horniness. I couldn't think, could barely breathe, and I thought I might lose consciousness. I'd never felt anything so hot before, never thought I could enjoy something so amazing, but here I was squirming in ecstasy as Cooper leisurely teased my nipple with his mouth. His fingers caressed the other nipple and then he switched sides, and I lost the ability to speak.
Knowing he was horny as hell, I didn't understand how Cooper moved so tenderly. As if in no hurry, he stroked my nipple with his tongue, sucked softly, and stroked again. If we weren't on the couch where my mom might walk in, I'd have asked for sex right then.
Suddenly, Cooper stopped, and I opened my eyes to find him propped up over me. Frowning, he caressed my face.
"It's okay," he said softly.
"I know."
"Then why are you whimpering like that? You sound like a scared puppy."
Having never realized I was making any noise, I lied, "I was worried my mom might come in."
"Then why didn't you ask me to stop?"
"I didn't want you to stop."
Cooper nodded and sat back on the couch. Lowering my shirt, I felt awkward sitting next him.
"I know I said I was getting you naked tomorrow, but we don't have to do anything if you're not ready."
Tears stung my eyes as I moved closer. "I didn't mean to make those noises."
"You just sounded scared. I don't want you to be scared and think you can't ask me to stop. I'm not the shitty lay you had before. You can tell me what you like and don't like."
"I liked that."
"Why are you crying?" he asked, caressing my cheeks.
"It's embarrassing. Other girls don't make stupid noises. Now you think I'm stupid."
"I think you're scared and so tightly wound you can't ask for what you want."
"I wanted that."
A scowling Cooper studied me. "But if you didn't, you'd tell me, right?"
Nodding, I knelt next to him on the couch and hoped he didn't dump me. "I'd never felt like that before. Like it was so much better than I expected and I got weird."
Cooper gave me a little smile. "You're so hot, Farah. I don't know how you haven't been fucked well before, but I'm going to be that guy."
Grinning, I wiped my cheeks. "Tomorrow, I'll be ready. Like I'll know how good it's going to feel, and I won't make stupid noises."
"It wasn't stupid," he said, losing his grin. "You need to relax and stop saying crappy things about yourself. Sometimes, you just need to let go and enjoy stuff, but maybe you're not there yet. I can be patient."
"But you've been waiting since the first day in Spanish class," I whispered, giving him a grin. "How have you not died yet?"
Laughing, Cooper wrapped an arm around me until I was snuggled against him. "I've had a few close calls, but you're worth waiting for."
"You only have to wait until tomorrow."
Frowning slightly, Cooper again studied me as if searching for something. "Promise you'll ask for what you want."
"I promise."
"I can't make you feel good if you're not honest."
"That did feel good, though."
"Hell yeah, it did," he said, grinning. "Your breasts and I became fast friends."
Laughing, I looked up at him. "You didn't call them tits."
"It's the least I can do after they were so sweet to me," he said, winking. "I did get carried away, though."
"I'm really hot."
Cooper groaned. "You can't know how hot."
"You're really hot too."
"Yes, but I'm an arrogant prick, so I know how hot I am. You have no clue how hot you are."
"Oh, I know. I'm just working the modest angle."
Cooper threw his head back and laughed so hard that his strong body jiggled me an inch off his lap.
"It's a con. I fucking knew it," he finally said.
"We can still fool around before I need to get ready for work."
Cooper eyed me, and I saw everything in those eyes. The lust conflicted with the worry. He wanted me but was holding back. I thought about how Skye said Cooper wouldn't wait forever, and I didn't want him to hold back. If he got used to doing without, he might decide I wasn't worth it. Or my whimpers were lame or my crying was annoying. He might just find someone who knew how to make him feel good without being told.
"Let's try something," he said, pulling off his tee. "You sit here."
When I straddled him, he tugged off my shirt. His arms were wrapped around my shoulders as I pressed my still excited nipples against the hard muscles and soft hairs on his chest.
"I want you to learn to trust me, baby," he whispered. "Learn to let go and know you're safe with me. Once you're comfortable, I bet you'll be a tiger in bed."
"Claw you up," I said, growling like a dork.
Laughing, Cooper caressed my thighs. "I'm kissing the hell out of you now."
"You better back up that threat."
For the next twenty minutes, Cooper did just that, and I could feel him on my lips for the rest of the night. His lips and mine became attached again after the ride home. I felt so safe with Cooper that I even considered asking him to stay the night. Except Amy was in the next room with Tex, and I didn't want my first time to be with them around. No, I was waiting until Friday night. I had the whole thing planned out, and it would be perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
The party was at a large rundown white house where a dozen or more students rented. By the time we arrived, the place was already loud and crowded. Looking around at all of the girls dressed in barely there shorts and tank tops, I wondered if I was overdressed. My ass wasn't hanging out of my shorts, not that I had much of an ass to show off. When Bailey and Skye appeared as soon as I climbed off of the Harley, I noticed how neither had their asses hanging out.
Cooper took my hand while surveying the place. "Fucking freshmen," he muttered and then glanced down at me. "Very few of them are worth my time."
"I feel the same way about seniors."
Cooper grinned and then wrapped an arm around me. "Stay close. I don't want you getting lost."
"Fuck that!" Bailey cried. "She's coming with me. Skye plans to hang with Tyler, and I need a wing chick. You can go play with Aaron. I saw him talking up some stupid redheaded bitch who thinks she's tough shit."
Cooper frowned at his sister. "Did she fuck with you?"
"Couldn't remember my name. Can you believe that shit? Fuck her. I hope she dies."
"Sorry about the hit to your self-esteem, but I'm keeping Farah with me."
Bailey shoved Cooper and then grabbed my hand and yanked me away. When Skye laughed at him, Cooper focused his irritated gaze on her. Pretending to be terrified, she ran away still laughing.
Entering the packed house, I was immediately overwhelmed by the heat, plus the smell of B.O. and way too much cologne. Bailey glanced back at me and dry heaved.
"No way are we finding hot guys in this stink pit."
"I already have a hot guy!" I yelled over Toby Keith.
"He likes when girls make him jealous. It's his favorite thing. Let's give Crapface what he needs."
Following Bailey, I wondered if Cooper was really angry. Probably not since he had a lot of patience when it came to his sister. Yet I still hoped to see his handsome face in the sea of otherwise average ones. Not paying attention, I bumped into Bailey eyeing the two beers in her hands.
"Are these roofied?" she asked the guy who handed them to her.
"No."
"You sure? Cause if you roofie her and me, Cooper Johansson will cut off your dick and make you eat it. Are you looking to eat your cock, asshole?"
The guy stared in horror at Bailey, who was a foot shorter, but looked ready to hit him with the bottles.
"No," he finally said.
"Well, alright then," Bailey replied, handing me a beer.
"I don't drink."
"Yeah, heard you were a nerd," she said, pulling me away from the guy who still looked like he might shit himself. "I also heard you don't like sex. I've been thinking about that."