"Tell me what you've got planned for me," he growls.
My hand goes down and I wrap my fingers around an erection I knew would already be evident. I squeeze him and then start working at his belt buckle, keeping my head tilted back so I can maintain eye contact with him. "Going to give you an amazing blow job."
Coop swallows hard and his voice is husky. "Not going to say no to that."
Of all of the dirty things we've done since we've reunited, I've not sucked him off to orgasm. I've absolutely had my mouth on his dick, but he's always pulled me off before he comes, preferring instead to sheath up with a condom and fuck me. But one thing that's changed about me since I was eighteen is that I learned a thing or two about blow jobs. I wasn't a fumbling teenager the way I was back then, all timid and not sure if I was doing it right. Don't get me wrong, Coop never complained, and back then...he also always pulled out, maybe just being polite and not wanting to make me swallow.
But let me tell you, I've matured in my experiences over the years.
With efficient moves, I have his cock in my hand, stroking him to an even greater hardness. Coop groans in approval, especially when my thumb rubs over the tip. I start to drop to my knees but I'm halted with Coop's hands under my armpits.
"What are you doing?" he asks as he pulls me back up.
"Going to give you a blow job, and I do my best work on my knees."
Coop groans again I'm sure over the thought of me on my knees, but surprises me further by scooping me up in his arms and practically running me up the front porch. "You're not getting on your knees on the driveway pavement."
"You're totally ruining the spontaneity aspect of this," I grumble to him, and his laughter is rich and from deep within his belly. It makes me laugh in return.
Coop manages to unlock the door, sweep me inside, and lock it without a bobble. His strong body carries me up the stairs, then he gently sets me on my feet when we reach the master suite. He leaves me behind, walks to the mattress, and hops onto it, going immediately to his back with his hands behind his head.
Nodding down at his erection--which is still long, thick, and lying flat against his belly--he challenges me. "Let's see what you got, sweet Eden."
I smile at him, sauntering to the bed. His eyes drop to the sway of my hips and then back up to me. I start to unbutton my blouse, intending to get naked first, but I make sure he understands the rules.
"Coop, promise me one thing," I whisper as my blouse lands on the floor and my hands go to my bra.
"Anything," he mutters as he watches my bra come off with an easy flick of the front clasp. He even licks his lips.
"Don't pull me off your cock," I tell him...tease him...warn him.
His eyes rocket to mine and they are glittering in an almost feral way.
"Done," he says in a low rumble, and it causes a corresponding tremble up my spine.
Chapter 16
I think I may be turning into a sex maniac...
Coop
I lean back in the kitchen chair, one arm resting on the table and my legs stretched out long. I sit there and I watch Eden.
Do nothing but just watch and enjoy.
She's at the kitchen sink, the early morning sun streaming through the windows and bathing her in a halo of light. I have to head off to work in about an hour, but she insisted on cooking a huge breakfast for me, so she's scrubbing potatoes to make hash browns.
And not just any hash browns.
The shredded kind, which are my favorite.
She remembered they're my favorite.
I observe how painfully gorgeous she is right now. Her hair's in a loose braid down her back and she's wearing one of my T-shirts that comes down to midthigh. I watched her pull it on this morning after we rolled out of bed prompted by my alarm, and I know she has nothing at all under it.
Nothing but silky skin and a sleek, warm, tight pussy.
I watch, sitting here fully clothed and ready to step out the door after I eat, but I can't stop looking at her bare legs. She actually stands on one leg, the other hiked slightly with one foot resting on top of the other, balancing against the sink with her hip.
I watch but I'm not really listening. She's talking about a script she's going to have to start memorizing soon, and while I'm interested in her life and her career, right now I'm more interested in what's under that T-shirt.
I can't help it. Eden's turned me into a sex maniac, and I guess that's the glorious thing about rebound sex. It is a wonderful thing to have your focus on.
Pushing up from the kitchen chair, I reach into my back pocket and take out my wallet. There are always condoms in there because my wallet is always with me and I like spontaneity. Besides, too lazy to run back upstairs to the box in my nightstand.
Stepping up behind Eden, I toss the condom on the counter beside the sink. It lands in front of the grater that she'll be using to shred the potatoes. Eden jolts with surprise and she looks over at what I just threw down.
I press into her back side, my hands coming to her hips to hold her in place so she can feel what I want to do with that condom. No words are needed, and yet she turns her head so I can see the languid smile on her face. She tilts her head back to lean it on my shoulder and asks, "What are you doing?"
"Stupid question, Eden," I tease her gruffly as I slide a hand to her front. I dip it down in between her folds, feel the heat and the wet, and my dick gets painfully hard.
Eden moans, rolls her hips against my hand.
It's a demand of me and I'll gladly give her what she wants.
My fingers do amazing work. Dipping, rubbing, rolling. One finger, two, three inside of her. She pants, moans, and grunts. Her hips gyrate faster, seeking more connection. I give it to her faster, focusing on her magic spot. My own breathing becomes heavy and the air around us has thickened with lust.
Eden sucks in a deep breath then bucks hard as she starts to come. I smile as she cries out, "God...damn...yes, Coop. Yes."
I play with her a few minutes more, her hips still flexing and pushing and bucking with tremors of sustained pleasure. When I finally remove my hand, Eden pulls away from me, leans over the sink with her hands on the edge, and bows her head. Her back is heaving with the effort to draw oxygen into her lungs.
My hands leave her body and I pull my cock out of my jeans. I'm a master at getting a condom on, and while Eden is still trembling from her orgasm, I'm pushing my T-shirt up her back.
That slammin', slammin' ass is revealed to me, and what I wouldn't give to have a crack at that.
Leaning over her back, I wrap an arm around her stomach, bend my knees, and use my other hand to guide my cock into her pussy. She's drenched but tight, so I work my way in gently. Short, languid thrusts that drive Eden crazy. Soon she's rearing back against me, demanding I give her a little bit more.
I bend over her further to whisper in her ear, "Love this tight pussy, baby."
She moans, and I love how my words affect her. So I tell her a dirty fantasy.
"Love that ass too," I growl in her ear as I push into her a little deeper. "Would you let me fuck it?"
Eden's entire body shudders, which I take as a good sign, but that's still a lot to ask a woman to take. Which is why I'm stunned when she murmurs, "My ass is yours if you want it."
And that right there causes my hips to slam forward, driving my cock into her all the way. "Christ," I mutter, the thought Eden would take me anally almost making me come on the spot.
Gripping her hips hard, I take in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I hold still inside of her when I ask, "You like ass play?"
Eden nods her head rapidly. "I like a lot of dirty things, Coop. I'm not an eighteen-year-old virgin anymore."
I practically reel, not even once considering that Eden may have grown up a lot more adventurous than I'd given her credit for. While I absolutely don't want to think about how she learned these things or who she learned them with, I am now absolutely driven to find out wha
t her boundaries are.
I start to move inside of her and her hips find a pattern to match my thrusts. My hand goes back to her front, finds her clit so I can draw another orgasm out of her.
"I'm going to play with you, Eden," I promise her, my words coming out gutturally because my throat is clogged with lust. "Soon. I'm going to possess every part of you."
"I want that," she says in a whisper. "Every part of you."
My words to her are always filled with wicked promises. Her words are pure sweet solicitations. They appeal to both my dick and my soul.
I drive into her deeper, fucking her harder than I've done yet. She braces her hands against the sink, flinging herself backward onto me with cries of pleasure and possibly some pain as hard as we're going. The noises that come out of me are primitive and my vision starts to blur as my balls pull upward. This is the start of my reclaiming, and I feel like the possibilities are endless with Eden.
--
I sit in the kitchen chair and watch Eden. She's now at the stove, flipping bacon on a griddle and letting the hash browns cook in a pan. My gaze travels down her legs. Beautiful, toned, silky legs. Had I not been wearing a condom, they'd be slick with my semen running down them. I wouldn't have let her clean up, but made her cook our breakfast with the feel of me dripping out of her. Or possibly I would have pulled the T-shirt off of her, come on her back, and then watched her from my kitchen chair as my jizz rolled down through her ass crack.
Shaking my head, I blink my eyes hard. Christ, I'm becoming a fucking pervert where she's concerned, but I can't help it. I want things with Eden that even I didn't know I wanted. It's like some primitive form of caveman DNA rearing its Cro-Magnon head and I'm wondering if at some point I'll just conk her over the head with a club and drag her back to my bed, where I'll keep her.
I snort at the thought and Eden turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. "What's so funny?"
I tell her the truth. "I'm a pervert. You can't imagine the things I think about you."
She giggles and goes back to flipping bacon. "Don't worry about scaring me off. I can take whatever you dish."
Christ...I start to get hard again. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"So listen," she says, and the tone of her voice is serious. My body goes still, my dick deflates. "I'm going to try to get into Dr. Seegal today."
"What's wrong?" My worry meter goes on high alert.
She shakes her head. "Nothing's wrong. I just want to get an STD test."
I understand immediately. "Because Brad cheated on you."
"No telling if Lilliana has cooties," she mutters, and then clears her throat. "And it's been bothering me."
"It's a good idea," I tell her, hating that she has that hanging over her head. It's not like that asshole hasn't hurt her enough, but now she has to worry about that.
Then an idea strikes me. "I think I'll see the doctor too."
Her head whips around and her braid flies. "What for?"
"Same test," I tell her with a grin. "I've always been pretty careful, but figure if you're getting the test, I will too. And if we're both clean, we can do away with the condoms."
"Really?" she asks, her eyes going wide.
If she only knew my thoughts a moment ago, wanting to blow my load in her and on her. If she only knew how bad I want to mark her.
"Really," I tell her with a smile. "You're on the Pill, so it will all be good."
"All right, then," she says with a nod. "No condoms if it turns out okay."
My thoughts are all mired in lust and an elemental need to take our intimacy to the absolute limits because the pleasure will be beyond imagination, but there's something else there too.
A craving.
Not just for physical possession, but for emotional connection as well. This scares the shit out of me, because while Eden and I broke up a long time ago, I remember all too clearly how it felt to lose her. I know I'm on the path for that to probably happen again, and yet part of me doesn't care. Part of me just wants to ride the wave until it peters out.
Eden's phone starts ringing and she glances at it on the counter. She picks it up, connects the call, and answers, "Hey, Colleen, what's up?"
She continues to flip bacon while holding the phone to her ear, listening to whatever her business manager is saying. Finally she gives a hefty sigh and says, "Okay...thanks for the heads-up."
When she disconnects, I immediately ask, "What is it?"
Eden doesn't turn to face me. "Um...apparently you and I have made some headlines together." Her voice is apologetic.
"What?" I ask in surprise.
"Someone tipped the paparazzi that I was in Newberry," she continues as she hovers over her bacon. "Apparently they were in Tilley's last night, and there's pictures of when you kissed me. Also of us standing outside of Tilley's when we left."
"What the hell?" I'm utterly baffled, as I didn't notice anyone with a camera.
Eden flips around and the expression on her face worries me. "I am so sorry, Coop. I totally don't want this stuff to touch you."
I push up off my chair, reach Eden in one long stride, and take her face in my hands. I bend down, hold her eyes with mine. "I'm not mad at you, Eden. It just threw me for a loop, as I didn't notice anyone. I thought they were all loud and obnoxious and in your face."
"Trust me," she says dropping her gaze. "That's coming. This is just the start."
I place my thumbs under her chin and force her to look at me again. "It's okay. I swear I'm not bothered by this. It just caught me off guard because I didn't notice anything, and I'm usually pretty observant."
Eden's lips curve up minutely, but she's still troubled.
"Guess I was too struck by you to notice anything else," I add before giving her a kiss. "You're the kind of woman who blocks everything else out."
There's a flash of something in Eden's eyes that I can't quite identify before she's pulling away from me. She playfully slaps my chest before turning back to the stove. "Don't be so corny, Coop."
So she wants to play it that way.
Here I am on the verge of lowering my emotional barriers and she's throwing hers up. This is an interesting turn of events in this entire "rebound sex" thing, which is about the most ridiculous concept ever.
I'm not deterred, though. Eden's not leaving anytime soon--I hope--and I'm going to let this play out. It still may end as we anticipate, with nothing but great memories and fond farewells.
But it could end differently too.
Chapter 17
That moment when you can do away with the condoms...
Eden
I push the grocery cart down the pasta aisle, considering making lasagna for dinner tonight. I smile as I see the choices for sauces. There are three total. In LA, there'd be fifty to choose from including organic, gluten free, sugar free, and fuck...probably tomato free made from flavored tofu or something.
Shaking my head, I decide to abandon the idea for Italian and head for the meat department. I think we'll grill steaks and asparagus tonight. It's simple, and the weather will be gorgeous on the back veranda of Goodnight House.
Coop and I have slipped into a comfortable routine the last few days. We get up early and I cook him breakfast before kissing him out the door to go to work. I then do whatever the hell I want, because I am officially on vacation. One day I spent upstairs in the library, reading and napping. Another day I went to Missy's and helped her make cupcakes. And on another day, I went into Savannah and did some shopping, which included some new lingerie I modeled for Coop that night.
In the evenings, I have dinner ready for him. He's usually home by six and he heads straight for the shower. We then eat, drink a little wine, and talk.
We joke. We laugh. We reminisce.
Then we fuck. Sometimes once a night; other times multiple times. Coop may have superhuman abilities, because he can recharge over and over again with very little provocation. I secretly searched his bathroom one day to see
if he was on Viagra or something, but found nothing other than regular daily vitamins.
I told Coop today as he walked out the door that I'd be grocery shopping and asked if he needed anything.
"We're almost out of condoms," he told me with a wink.
"Hopefully our test results will be back today," I reminded him. Both of us took the time three days ago after he deliciously screwed me over the kitchen sink to get into the doctor and we were eagerly awaiting the news.
My shopping cart is filled with a variety of items by the time I make it to the cashier. This market is so small there's only one lane and one employee to ring up my purchases. I also happen to be the only one in the line so far, so that works out nicely.
The man working the register is young, perhaps even still a teenager, and this is perhaps a summer job for him. He smiles and says hello to me, but there's no recognition of who I am. This is not surprising, because I'm not known to everyone. I may be a big-time star now, but not everyone watches movies. Not everyone watches the news. Not everyone listens to town gossip. I once read somewhere that 64 percent of Americans could not name all three branches of the federal government. This seems astounding, but goes to show you that there are many people out there who don't care what's outside their little circle.
Thus I take the moment to enjoy the anonymity and peruse the magazine rack. My eyes immediately lock on to an entertainment daily rag with the bold headline EDEN STRIKES BACK, FINDS NEW MAN. It's one of the cheap ones done like a newspaper without the glossy images and is cranked out every day with other articles like AN ALIEN STOLE MY COW or CULTS ARE THE NEW IN-THING AMONG MILLENNIALS. I cringe as I grab the magazine noting the cover is a grainy photo of Coop and me standing outside of Tilley's as he's leaning in to whisper to me.
Christ these people work fast.
I throw the magazine onto the checkout counter and the clerk rings it through without even noticing I'm on the cover.
When I get out to my rental car and get the groceries loaded, I take a moment to flip to the article. It's short, because there's not much information that's been gathered yet, but I immediately see who tipped off the press.
My eyes focus in on the offending paragraph.
Newberry resident Ashley Barton claims that it was a shock to see Eden Goodnight come back to town, as she is not well liked here.