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CHAPTER 17

COOPER

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as Scarlett lying beneath me with her breasts bared and her cheeks flushed from passion. If I died right now, I’d die a happy man.

I take her nipple between my lips, fluttering my tongue over the pebbled tip. Her nails scrape over my scalp as I move over, giving the same attention to the other side.

“That feels amazing.”

Encouraged by her words, I continue paying homage to her breasts while I trail my fingertips down her stomach. Reaching the top of her leggings, I pause.

“Yes.” She breathes out her permission.

My fingers slip beneath the waistband, and my hand slides down over her panties, cupping her softness. She’s hot and wet, and all I want is to feel my fingers sinking inside her.

“Touch me,” she urges, as if she read my thoughts.

I dip my trembling fingers inside her panties, encountering slick heat. I groan at how wet she is as I gently explore every inch.

“Finger me,” she pleads.

I slowly slide one finger into her. We both groan at the sensation. I wiggle it around a little, enjoying the feeling of her soft walls enveloping me, before I begin thrusting in and out.

“Hook your finger and rub my G-spot.”

I thought the G-spot was just a myth like Bigfoot. Some people say it exists but you can’t see it.

I do as she instructed, curving my middle finger until it’s caressing her inner wall. “Like that?”

“Yes, now rub my clit too,” she directs, licking her lips.

I’ve heard so much about this elusive part of a woman’s body but have never seen or felt one in person. It’s more than a little intimidating. And with her pants still on, I have to go by feel. I stretch my thumb to press where I think it should be. Applying pressure, I rub the area.

“Go easy,” she instructs. “Start slowly and gently draw circles around it. Don’t push directly on it.”

Sweat beads on my forehead. It’s difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing when my dick is in desperate need of attention.

“Like this?” I ask, circling the bundle of nerves with the pad of my thumb.

She gasps. “Yes. Just… like… that.”

I continue my ministrations, wishing I could see her pussy and taste it too. Scarlett’s hips rock against my hand, chasing more friction, so I switch between the circling motion and sweeping strokes—all the while continuing to rub her G-spot. It’s a lot to think about, but the way she’s blissfully wiggling around gives me an immense feeling of satisfaction.

“Put another finger inside me,” she says.

I add a second digit, pumping both at the same time I rub her clit. Scarlett writhes beneath me, spurring me on. My cock is straining against my sweatpants, and if I so much as brush it against her, there’s sure to be a repeat of last night.

She grips my wrist, moaning, “I’m close.” And then her legs start to quiver.

I stay on task, keeping my fingers and thumb moving, which isn’t easy when I’ve never been this excited in my life. After a few more seconds, her back arches and her mouth opens. I watch in awe as she trembles through her orgasm.

Fuck me. I’ve never seen anything this hot.

Her hand covers mine, slowing the rhythm until every wave of her release has passed.

She expels a satisfied sigh, whispering, “Oh, Cooper.”

I feel like I’ve climbed the highest mountain. I want to beat my chest and shout about making Scarlett come.

Her eyes flutter open, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “That was incredible,” she murmurs, pulling me down for a kiss.

I grin against her lips, feeling a surge of pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Mmm, more than enjoyed,” she says, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. “You’re a quick learner.”

I chuckle softly. “I have a good teacher.”

Her hand trails down my chest, stopping at the waistband of my sweatpants. “Now it’s your turn again,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

My breath catches as her hand slips inside my pants, wrapping around my hard length. “Scarlett.” I suck in a quick breath, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Her hand moves slowly up and down my length, her touch both teasing and electrifying. I groan, dropping my forehead to her shoulder as pleasure courses through me. I’ve never felt anything this good.

“Is this okay?” she asks.

“Fuck yes,” I husk.

“Lift your hips,” she instructs.

I quickly comply, and she shoves my sweatpants and boxers down to mid-thigh. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my cock.

“Wow, Coop. Who knew you’ve been hiding that away for twenty-three years.”

My answering laugh turns into a choked groan when her hand closes around me once more.

“Tell me what you like.” She strokes me firmly.

I swallow hard, trying to form a coherent thought. “You’re doing… amazing.”

Scarlett’s thumb swipes over the tip of my cock, spreading around the pre-cum beading there. My hips buck, seeking more of her touch. She increases the pace, gliding her hand up and down my shaft, drawing my orgasm closer. I let out a strangled moan.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

The pressure builds, the tension between my thighs coiling tighter and tighter. Like an elastic stretched to capacity and ready to snap.

“I’m close,” I pant.

“Come for me, Coop,” she urges in a soft, seductive tone, sending me over the edge.

With a hoarse cry, I explode, my cum spilling over her hand and onto both of us. She strokes me through each wave of ecstasy until the last tremors have subsided.

I collapse on the bed beside her, trying to catch my breath. She reaches over to grab some tissues from the nightstand and then cleans us both up. She even helps me pull my pants back up.

“Holy shit. That was incredible,” I say, dragging a shaky hand through my hair.

She lies on my chest, her chin resting on her arms, and smiles. “That was fun.”

I pluck a lock of her hair from her shoulder and wind it around my finger. “I’m blown away.” I release her hair, letting it slip from my grasp.

Her smile turns into a full-fledged grin. “Oh, honey, you don’t even know what blown away means. Wait until we move on to the next stage of your sexual education.”

I’m ready!

“Should I fear for my life, teacher?” I joke.

She touches the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. “All I can say is, hydrate well between now and then.”

I laugh. “Thanks for the warning.”

She raises to her knees, plucks her bra from the comforter, and fastens it back on.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

When her head pops through the neck of her shirt, she answers, “I’m getting ready to go home.”

“Why so soon?”

“You have practice early in the morning and I’m not going to be the reason you’re tired.” She climbs from the bed.

“It’s still early, though,” I protest, sitting up.

“You won’t change my mind. Besides, I have work to finish.”

“I can’t argue with that. I don’t want to get in the way of your work.”

“Maybe we can do this again this weekend?” she suggests.

“I’d love to, but I have an away game.”

“Oh. Where are you going?”

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I rise to stand in front of her. “Pennsylvania.”

“When do you leave?”

“Early Saturday afternoon. And we should be back Sunday night sometime.”

She pats my chest. “Well, good luck. I hope you have a fantastic game.”

“Thanks.” I loop my arms around her waist. “Are you gonna watch?”

She rests her hands on my chest and shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“It depends on what I have to do.”

“But I like knowing you’re watching.”

“Then I guess I’d better,” she says. “I can’t very well be responsible for you not playing your best. Now that we got that settled, I’m going to hit the road.” She steps from my hold to slip on her sneakers.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“You don’t need to do that. I’m a big girl.” She grabs her keys and phone from the nightstand.

“I didn’t say you weren’t but it’s the least I can do. Especially after that orgasm you gave me.”

She can’t hold back her laugh. “It was pretty epic, wasn’t it?”

“It’s the best I ever had.”

“Wait. Now I’m curious. We talked about what you’ve done in your past with girls, but we didn’t talk about what the girls did to you. Has anyone else made you come?”

“Just me, myself, and I.”

She looks oddly pleased. “I don’t know why I like that so much but I do.” Her confession surprises me.

“I’m glad it happened with you,” I say. We stand there, smiling at one another for a beat too long.

“I’m leaving now, I swear,” she says, laughing.

“Yeah, get the hell out of here,” I tease.

She walks from my room and I follow. “Oh, sure. Now that you had your happy ending you can’t get rid of me fast enough.”

I take a couple of steps, coming right up behind her, and snatch her off her feet. Spinning her around, I throw her over my shoulder and place one hand on the back of her legs and the other on her ass. Scarlett squeals as I run down the stairs and then all the way to the front door. I don’t set her down until we reach her car.

Her hands clutch my arms as she steadies herself. “I hope you have a great trip.” She rises on her toes, pressing a brief kiss on my lips. “Safe travels.”

“Thanks.”

She slips behind the wheel and I close her inside. She starts the car and I take a couple of steps backward. I motion for her to roll down her window.

“What’s up?” she asks.

“I’ll see you when I get back. And just so you’re prepared, I’m gonna quiz you on the game to make sure you watched.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be watching. If for no other reason than to see your end zone dance.” She winks and, without missing a beat, backs out of my driveway. A kiss gets blown my way before she drives away. I watch her car until it disappears from sight. As I turn to walk back inside, I realize I’m still smiling. And it occurs to me I’m about to be screwed in more ways than one.