Damaged and the Beas(34)

Bailey downed half of her beer and then burped. "I had a friend in high school with a small pussy. She was the only girl who fucked Cooper and didn't think it was the greatest shit ever. Do you have any idea how it feels to have all your friends telling you how great your brother's cock is? It's disgusting." 

Bailey finished her beer and then dropped the bottle and held out her hand until someone gave her a new one.

"Anyway, if you have a small pussy like my friend Billie, and you try fitting Cooper's big cock in you, it'll probably hurt. But if you get drunk enough, you'll loosen up, and that cock will slide in real easy. Billie learned that eventually. Now she loves big cock."

Nodding, I had to admit I was nervous about sex. In fact, the thought of Cooper's big cock had me gulping down the beer. Bailey gave me a knowing smile and then handed me another bottle.

"My family is full of drunks and addicts," I said.

"One night of boozing won't turn you into a fucking loser. Just drink up and get your pussy relaxed. I was drunk my first time, and it was pretty fucking awesome. I recommend drunk cherry popping now. In fact, when Sawyer gets older, I'm giving her that advice. Not that the stuck-up bitch will listen."

Things got a little fuzzy after the second beer. Bailey started laughing over something that I didn't think actually happened and then she had us do shots of tequila in the kitchen. Next to us, a guy and girl were essentially fucking. Once I focused on how her skirt was up and his pants were down a little, I realized there wasn't anything essentially about it. I was next to two fucking people fucking. This sent me into giggles and Bailey could barely stand she was laughing so hard.

A guy appeared to chat with Bailey, who immediately tossed her hair off her shoulders and thrust out her boobs. The guy glanced down at her chest and grinned. Then he pretended they were having a real conversation, and she wasn't shitfaced.

When I just stood there staring and swaying, Bailey turned to me. "Go get my brother and his big cock," she said, shoving me out of the kitchen. "Wait, take one more shot first so your pussy will be relaxed."

As I downed another shot, we laughed and then nodded at each other like we were sharing a secret message. As I stumbled out of the kitchen, Bailey thrust her boobs at the guy again, nearly knocking him to the ground.

The party was somehow louder and more crowded, making me wonder how long I had been drinking with Bailey. The sun was gone outside, so I suspected it had been more than ten minutes. The still functioning part of my brain laughed at the wasted part that thought only ten minutes had passed. Giggling to myself, I stumbled upon Cooper in a hallway talking to a guy with a faux-hawk.

"Go away," Cooper said to the guy who literally ran down the hall and disappeared. Looking at me as I rubbed my hands over his strong chest, he grinned. "Are you drunk?"

"Hell yeah."

"What about the law and you being a dork?"

"I want you," I whispered, staring at him through my beer goggles and finding him not the least bit scary. "I'm saying yes. I'm not trying to get away. I'm giving you your shot."

Cooper didn't need to be told twice. He swept me up into his arms and my legs wrapped around his hips. Our lips met, and I opened up for him without fear. Tequila had given me confidence, and I now owned my sexuality.

Skin hot and sweaty in the overheated house, our bodies gyrated against each other. Hungry for his touch, I smiled when his lips found my throat. He sucked softly from my collarbone to my chin and then back again until I was breathing in gasps. Cooper's lips met mine as he pressed me against a hallway nook and I felt his erection between my legs.

Forcing my lips free, I mumbled, "Not like this for our first time. People could see and I … "

Cooper returned his lips to mine and then lifted me from the cove and walked us down the hallway. Soon, we were in a stranger's bedroom, and I was pulling off my shirt. Cooper removed his black tee and then leaned down and kissed me full of heat.



       
         
       
        

Maybe the tequila was wearing off because I wasn't feeling so confident anymore. Seeing Cooper hovering over me with his shirt off and all the flesh covered in tattoos, I wasn't really in the room with him anymore. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of something else. Schoolwork or waitressing or talking with Tawny. Anything to get through the sex.

"Farah," Cooper said in a rough voice, "look at me." Opening my eyes, I struggled to stay calm. "Stay here with me," he said, his gaze holding mine. "You know me. You want me. You don't need to be afraid."

Realizing I was crying, I wiped at the tears and then forced my eyes to remain on him as he removed my jeans and underwear until I was as naked as him.

"I do want you," I whispered, breathing too quickly as he kissed my thighs. "Please, Cooper, don't wait."

I reached for him as he explored while unwrapping a condom. The feel of him terrified me, but I knew it was almost over. Cooper didn't move completely over me. Instead, he lingered at my nipples, licking at them and then pulling gently with his lips. I remembered how Bailey said he was a boob man and smiled at the thought, but I just wanted it to be over.

"Tell me this is what you want," he said as he stroked me with his cock. "You're drunk and scared, and I don't know if I should stop."

"I want you."

"Because you're drunk?" he asked, his hips no longer moving as he studied my face.

"I got drunk because I want you. Please, don't stop."

"Promise you won't hate me later."

"You're not taking, but I'm scared if you wait too long that I won't be brave enough to do it. Please, just keep going."

"Scared because of me?"

Holding his gaze, I shook my head, and I think Cooper understood. He kissed me tenderly, and I felt more tears as his erection opened me up. His hand reached back behind my knee and arched my leg slightly. I didn't understand but suspected he wanted a better angle. Or maybe I was fighting him about opening my thighs enough. Either way, he moved slowly, entering me inch by inch.

Cooper looked both beautiful and terrifying as he hovered over me. I avoided focusing on the tattoos and the way his muscles moved while he worked himself slowly into me. Studying his face, I stared into those beautiful dark eyes. They were smoky with need, but his expression was soft. As he moved in and out of me, Cooper never took his eyes off my face. He was giving me a mama's boy fuck. I told myself he did this because I mattered to him and had value.

Watching me intently, he leaned down to kiss me gently every time I started crying again. When he was tender, I could focus on his handsome face and sexy lips. Concentrating on Cooper made everything a little better because he was like magic. 

Even with the heated make out session in the hallway where I'd gotten myself riled up nicely, I couldn't enjoy the feel of Cooper inside me. Hating the sensation of being full, I tensed, and it hurt more. Even knowing I was making the pain worse, I couldn't control my body's reaction.

Tracing his lips and grazing the stubble over his jawline and cheeks, I focused on his face and not on what our bodies were doing. When I did that, it didn't hurt so much, and I panicked less. I enjoyed the feel of his skin as I stroked his chest and arms. Even if I didn't like the actual sex, I wanted to be close to him. I also wanted to give him pleasure.

I fought my tears when Cooper's movements sped up, and he came. My mind felt scrambled, and I had trouble focusing on the now with Cooper. I didn't cry though until he was out of breath over me, kissing my face and soothing away my tears.

Hiding my face against his chest, I said his name again and again in my head. I was with Cooper Johansson in the college town of Ellsberg. I wanted this man, and I was happy he wanted me back. This was a good thing. I said it again and again until Cooper pulled out of me and rested to my right side.

Opening my eyes, I found him studying me. My fingers stroked his lips, and his frown eased away.

"Are you okay?" he whispered as music played loudly just outside the door.

"Yes."

"You drank too much," he said, caressing my stomach and breasts before settling his hand flat over my belly button. "You look ready to pass out."

"I feel fine," I lied as my head swam. "You're so beautiful."

Cooper gave me a half smile and kissed my face. Then he was kissing my lips, and I worried we would have sex again. I wasn't ready, and the room wouldn't stay in one place. I also felt like my head had been kicked in. Lying very still, I tried to make the room stop spinning. Cooper watched me as his fingers explored softly.

Loud voices startled me and Cooper sighed. "I don't even know whose room this is?"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, closing my eyes. "I feel weird."

"Yeah, I know," Cooper said as he moved around on the bed. Waiting for more sex, I flinched when he touched me. "I have your panties." Opening my eyes, I saw he was dressed and helping me put on my clothes. "Do you think you'll be sick?"

"No, I just feel like the room is spinning."

"Yeah, it'll do that with enough booze. What did you drink?"

"Tequila and beer. I think the tequila did it."