Sour Cherry(22)

I dug my nails into his shoulder as his mouth suddenly replaced his fingers. Kissing, stroking, and using his tongue to enter me, Cooper started a fire in my belly that consumed me little by little. With just the smallest amount of pressure on my clit, the ache built then sent me straight over the edge.

I didn’t have the chance to scream my release as Cooper’s lips crashed into mine. His arousal pressed into me through his jeans and all I cared about at that moment was getting his pants off. I unfastened his jeans button with one hand, but needed his help to discard the denim since my other hand remained cuffed. He pulled away and knelt above me, his knees on either side of me. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Cooper smiled down at me.

Using one of my many talents, I wedged my right foot under the edge of his shin and wrapped my other leg around his torso. With my one good hand, I forced Cooper onto his back and I straddled him just as he’d straddled me. My dad had taught me the move during our one disastrous self-defense lesson when I was a kid, but I’d remembered it well over the years, and never been more thankful for paying attention than right now. My wrist screamed in protest, the metal biting into my flesh, but I’d have my revenge. “Here’s where we get to have some fun.”

“You mean that wasn’t fun for you?” he asked.

I shot him a sarcastic smile then realized I’d have to undress him with one hand. He’d unbuttoned his shirt completely, the planes of his chest shadowed by the nightstand light. “You’re going to wish you’d let me go to sleep.”

I leaned over him and pressed my breasts against his chest. My mouth hovered over his for more than two breaths and his chin tilted upward to receive my kiss. I wouldn’t give it to him, though. Not yet. I pulled away and nearly melted from the disappointment in his eyes. “I warned you.”

I made my way down his chest, planting kisses through the dusting of hair on his pecs and followed the trail to his navel. And further. Once I reached the waistband of his cotton briefs, I licked a horizontal line across the skin just above them while keeping my gaze locked with his.

Brown eyes followed my every move as I slipped my fingers underneath the waistband. I fingered the edge of curls just under his briefs, tickling the sensitive skin there, and smiled. His individual musk wafted off his skin, cinnamon and peppermint igniting my urge to lick him from head to toe just for a taste. I’d torture him as long as I could, but the pulsing of my heart stayed in rhythm with the ache between my legs. I wouldn’t last much longer. I thrust my upper body forward, my breasts skimming his chest as I pushed my hand completely inside his briefs.

I gripped him, hard, and enjoyed the weight of him in my hand. A hiss escaped his lips as Cooper closed his eyes. Teasing, exploring, and sliding my fingertips up and down his shaft, I watched his expression as he grew even harder under my touch. For what seemed like minutes, but must have been only seconds, Cooper was in my control.

I listened to his erratic breathing and experimented with different pressures as I worked him. When he reopened his eyes, lust and urgency filled his gaze. “I’m going to explode if you keep doing that.”

I stopped, letting him regain his breath before the real torture began. I pulled at his jeans, but Cooper pushed my hand away and shoved his pants down his legs. Discarding his briefs, he gave me a full view of his masculinity and I forced myself to inhale slowly. I took hold of him again, despite his protests, and swept my tongue from base to head in one quick move. The combination of his deep, guttural moan and the tangy flavor of his skin swept my original plans aside in an instant. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I straddled him again.

The expression on his face reminded me of a little matter we hadn’t really discussed before. The subject hadn’t come up during our time together, but now, it became crucial. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

“Me, too,” he said between gritted teeth and latched onto my waist with both hands. Pulling me forward, Cooper positioned himself at my core. “Not the birth control part, of course.”

The laugh rushing past my lips was replaced with a gasp as he plunged into me. A ripple of pleasure shot up through me as my body conformed to him. We melded into one as if two pieces of a puzzle had finally been reunited. I sighed, leveraging my free hand against his chest, and rocked back and forth on him. This. Us. It seemed right. Warmth began to spread from my core into my belly, a fire smoldering just beneath the surface of my skin as he thrust into me.

Cooper picked up the pace, his arms and chest flexing with each push and retreat.

A familiar pleasurable sting intensified in my core as he wrenched my upper body down onto his chest. As I lay pressed against him, I listened to his inconsistent gasps for breath. My orgasm lingered just on the edge and it seemed I’d never take that plunge as long as Cooper slowed his thrusts. I gripped his bicep with my free hand and pulled at the handcuff with the other to coax him faster. The pain only pushed me further into oblivion as I straightened.