then lets me go, stroking his cock that’s now glistening with my saliva.
I follow his orders, watching as he moves through the room, reaching into the top drawer of his bedside table and grabbing a condom.
He covers himself, then covers me with his body.
“Good?” he asks as he fits himself between my thighs, wrapping one of my thighs around him.
I answer with a kiss.
He slips his tongue into my mouth as he slips into me.
Even with the preparation, the sting of him stretching me still hurts. He swallows my groans, rocking in and out of me slowly, letting me get used to him.
He’s holding back and I know it.
I don’t want him to hold back.
I want him. I want all of him.
“Cooper…” I pant between kisses. “Let go.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he says, pulling his mouth away.
His hands find my wrists and he holds my arms above my head as he surges into me, letting go of everything he was holding back.
“Oh god,” I cry out as he drives into me until he’s all the way in.
It’s like he was made to fit inside of me.
I feel every stroke, every ridge of him.
I’m on a whole new level of high as he pumps in and out of me. I don’t think I can ever get over this feeling. Nothing will ever be the same again, and I’m not sure I want it to.
He lets go of one of my wrists and moves my hand between us.
“Touch yourself. Get there with me.”
I do, stroking my clit to match his movements as he puts both hands on his headboard and plunges into me faster. Harder. Beads of sweat drip down his chest and roll over his abs.
He looks so beautiful, so powerful driving into me. Seeing Cooper in such a raw state is exhilarating, and I don’t think anything will ever look as good as he does right now.
“I’m close,” I tell him, my eyes beginning to flutter closed as my orgasm edges closer.
“Open,” he barks. “I want to see you fall apart.”
A few more strokes, and I do.
My pussy clenches around him, and with another few pumps, he falls right behind me.
His strokes slow, his breaths coming in short pants along with mine.
My heart is beating so loud that if it weren’t for our gasps for air filling the room, I’m certain he would hear it.
“Shit,” he mutters, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on the headboard. “We are so fucked.”
And he’s right.
We are so fucked.
It’s my first thought when I peel my eyes open, looking around the familiar room.
Cooper’s room.
The last thing I remember is Cooper collapsing next to me, curling his arm around my waist, and pulling me tightly against him. His lips ghosted over the back of my neck over and over, the light touches soothing and everything I didn’t realize I needed in the moment.
I waited for the panic to set in. I guess I fell asleep waiting. Judging from the now dark sky, at least an hour has passed, if not more.
What time is it?
“It’s almost eight.” His hoarse voice slices through the quiet room like a thunderous boom. “You fell asleep.”
“Did you?” I ask.
“A little.”
We fall quiet again, the only sound the fans on his computer.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, me with my head on his chest, lying in the quiet, but it’s long enough for his breathing to even out, and I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.
I slept with my best friend.
And it was easily the best sex I’ve ever had.
Like so good I already know I’m one hundred percent ruined for life. I don’t think anyone else could possibly make me feel that good again.
The panic that was missing before starts to creep in.
What did I do? What did we do?
“Stop.”
His voice is commanding, but nothing near what it was when he was inside of me.
I didn’t realize Cooper had that side to him. Sure, he’s bossy as hell on a good day, but I never knew it carried over into the bedroom.
I never thought I’d like it so much either.
“Stop what?” I ask.
Instead of answering, he hauls me on top of him, moving me around with ease until I’m straddling him.
I don’t miss his hard cock rubbing against my ass.
“Stop thinking about it.”
“Your cock on my ass or the fact that I had the best sex of my life and it was with my best friend?”
He lifts a brow, and I have the urge to reach up and