Damaged and the Beas(52)

Two hours later, we sat naked in his living room. I ate weird little taco things his mom made while Cooper downed BBQ chicken like a man starving. I had finished my first beer by the time the sun was setting. I was on my fourth when I decided that dancing for Cooper was the sexiest thing ever.

He found a song on the satellite music channel, and I shook my scrawny ass to Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It). It wasn't even Beyonce singing, but the Chipettes's version. Cooper alternated between laughing hysterically and getting so horny I was shocked when he didn't lunge across the coffee table and fuck me right there.

Sober enough to remain in control, Cooper waited to fuck me until we were in his bedroom. I was still wiggling around in my attempt to dance sexy. I'd never make a living as a stripper that was for sure.

"I love when you get all mellow," he whispered as we kneeled on the bed and teased all the naked flesh we had to work with. When he saw my face, Cooper sighed. "No, what?"

Unable to control the tears, I was drunk off my ass, and everything felt too powerful and important. Nothing could be restrained.

"I'm sorry I get pissy and high strung. I just want to work hard and do better so I won't be trash," I said, my voice failing on the final word. "I come from a long line of trash on both sides of my family. I want my kids to have a home like I never did and to feel special. I want so much more than I have, but it's hard to dig my way out."

"Baby, you're not trash," he said, his eyes searching my face. "How can you even think that about yourself? You work hard. You follow the rules."

"I'm drunk. That's against the rules."

"Yeah, I'm a bad influence."

"You're not trash though. You're special while I just hope to be average."

"You ever see that show Storage Wars?" Cooper asked, and I shook my head. "These guys bid on abandoned storage lockers. Lots of times, these lockers are full of trash. Sometimes though, they have hidden treasures. That's what you are. The hidden treasure in the trash of your crap family. You have value, and I don't want you to think otherwise."

"That's how you see me?" I said, smiling up at him. "As treasure?"

"Of course. You're irreplaceable. It's why you make me so crazy."

I smiled in a sloppy drunk way. "I'm giving you a hickey to mark you as mine."

Cooper burst out laughing, yet tilted his head to expose his neck to my loving. I licked at the skin and then sucked softly. He tasted warm and beautiful.

"You have to suck harder, baby," he moaned, leaning back against the headboard.

"I'm afraid to hurt you."

"I can handle it."

Nodding, I sucked harder while he adjusted my body in his arms. When he pressed inside me, I let go of his throat.

"You're so horny."

"Hell yeah. Man, you're hot."

"I feel hot."

We both laughed as he moved in and out of me. Leaning me on my back, Cooper worked himself into a fast and hard rhythm.

"Feels so good," I moaned, and I wasn't lying. Relaxed like this, I could imagine what other girls felt. Cooper was thinking about the difference too.



       
         
       
        

"Do you think you'll come?"

"No, but maybe it'd help if I sang? Don't go messing with a son of a bitch."

Thrusting harder, Cooper laughed even as he neared the finish line. Just thinking of it as a finish line made me laugh harder.

"How come you don't sing to me?" I asked, giggling.

"You're too classy for that shit."

Not knowing if he was serious or teasing me, I laughed so hard I snorted.

"Fucking adorable," Cooper said, kissing me before returning to his redneck fucking rhythm.

Without knowing the lyrics to Hair of the Dog, I only hummed while Cooper thrust deeper into me. He moved just right, and I groaned in a weird way.

"Was that a good noise or a bad one?" he asked, slowing.

"So good."

"Do you think you'll come?" he asked again. "Should I slow down?"

"No, I'm fine. Go to it, champ."

Cooper rolled his eyes while I laughed and returned to humming. Maybe the song aroused him because he was thrusting wildly. Even holding onto his forearms, each thrust pushed me a tiny bit closer to the edge of the bed. Would I fall off? Would he fall with me? Would it even disrupt his rhythm if we went tumbling?

I never found out because Cooper came hard long before I fell off the bed. He was out of breath over me, and I grinned at his flushed cheeks.

"You want me so bad," I teased.

Resting his body on mine, still deep inside, Cooper grinned as he wiped sweat from my face.

"I wished you liked it half as much as I do."

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"You don't know what I feel. I'm too mysterious."

Cooper laughed. "A femme fatale."

"I like when you're inside me."

Cooper smiled softly. "If you let me go down on you for like two minutes, and you hated it, I'd stop. I bet after two minutes though, you'd beg me to stay down there forever."

"No."

"It feels so good."

"How do you know?"

"Girls freak the hell out when I do it. You can't beat the response."

"No."

Tracing my face, he sighed. "Baby, you let me do other stuff those guys did. Why not let me help you feel good?"

Grinding my teeth, I wished he would get off me. Instead, he watched me with a light frown.

"He bit me," I whispered, breathing too fast. "It was the only time any of it felt good and then he bit me. I don't want that. What if I freak out? What if … ?"

Cooper kissed my cheeks. "It's okay. I'll never make you do something you don't want." 

"I'm afraid I'll have a panic attack. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'll have one."

"Don't be scared. I love you, and I'll never hurt you."

"I love you too, but I'm messed up, and I can't fix it."

"You don't cry as much anymore," he said, leaning on his side next to me. "You seemed to like it a few minutes ago. You're fixing yourself. Be patient."

Cooper sat up and reached for the beers. He handed me one and then leaned against the headboard. When he lifted an arm for me to cuddle under, I crawled over and wrapped myself around him.

"There's no hickey," I said, looking at his throat.

"You didn't suck hard enough," he mumbled, finishing his beer. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm going to suck you until I make a hickey. I want to mark you."

Cooper laughed. "You're so goofy drunk. It's fucking perfect."

Straddling him, I licked his throat. "I'm going to suck on you like a crazed vacuum cleaner so prepare yourself."

Cooper was still laughing when I latched on. I didn't know if I sucked soft or hard. I wasn't really sure what happened next because everything got fuzzy fast. Waking up the next morning, I thought we had sex again and maybe ate. Otherwise, most of the night was a blank. Looking over my shoulder, I found Cooper asleep on his stomach.

After a quick trip the bathroom to clean up, I returned to the bed where Cooper was still dead to the world. The morning light created a golden hue to his muscular back, so I tugged down the sheet to see the skull tattoo on the lower part of his back. Soon, the sheet rested at the curve just above his butt. Feeling daring, I tugged it down a bit more to admire his beautiful ass. I'd never thought I'd be a butt girl, but Cooper sported one hell of an ass.

The second the sheet reached his thighs, I was in a state of hysterics. Even covering my mouth, I woke Cooper, who watched me through half-opened lids.

"What?"

Wiping my eyes, I couldn't stop laughing. I reached over to rub his head and then gave him a kiss on the cheek before enjoying my handiwork again.

"No, really, what are you laughing at?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"I figured out how to give you a hickey. At least, I hope it was me who gave you all those butt hickeys."

As I counted my love bites, Cooper twisted around to see as I poked each one. Giggling, I noticed his gaze was dark and hungry.

"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"You're happy, right? I want you to be happy."

"I am," I said, patting his ass. "I learned a new skill."

Laughing, Cooper rolled off of the bed. Walking his stellar ass to the bathroom, he moved around for a while and then laughed again.

"I don't know when you did all that," he said, returning. "I could have sworn you passed out first."

Cooper studied me and then pointed and twirled his finger. "Butt in the air. I'm getting even."

I turned over, resting on my knees and elbows. "Be gentle."

Cooper acted as if he would slap my butt and then his hand stopped and he merely caressed me. Climbing onto the bed, he licked his lips.

"You branded me good, girl," he said, kissing my left butt cheek. "I wish I'd been sober for that."

"Me too," I said, smiling as he kissed me on the butt again.

Resting my head on my hands, I felt him moving around on the bed, getting comfy. Then I felt the heat of his breath between my legs. Before I could speak, his tongue tasted me, and I exhaled hard.