Damaged and the Beast (Damaged #1)

“Anyway, if you have a small pussy like my friend Billie and you try fitting Cooper’s big cock in you, it’ll probably hurt. But if you get drunk enough, you’ll loosen up and that cock will slide in real easy. Billie learned that eventually. Now, she loves big cock.”


Nodding, I had to admit I was nervous about sex. In fact, the thought of Cooper’s big cock had me gulping down the beer. Bailey gave me a knowing smile then handed me another bottle.

“My family is full of drunks and addicts,” I said.

“One night of boozing won’t turn you into a fucking loser. Just drink up and get your pussy relaxed. I was drunk my first time and it was pretty fucking awesome. I recommend drunk cherry popping now. In fact, when Sawyer gets older, I’m giving her that advice. Not that the stuck-up bitch will listen.”

Things got a little fuzzy after the second beer. Bailey started laughing over something that I didn’t think actually happened then she had us do shots of tequila in the kitchen. Next to us, a guy and girl were essentially fucking. Once I focused on how her skirt was up and his pants were down a little, I realized there wasn’t anything essentially about it. I was next to two fucking people fucking. This sent me into giggles and Bailey could barely stand she was laughing so hard.

A guy appeared to chat with Bailey who immediately tossed her hair off her shoulders and thrusted out her boobs. The guy glanced down at her chest and grinned. Then, he pretended they were having a real conversation and she wasn’t shitfaced.

When I just stood there staring and swaying, Bailey turned to me. “Go get my brother and his big cock,” she said, shoving me out of the kitchen. “Wait, take one more shot first so your pussy will be relaxed.”

As I downed another shot, we laughed then nodded at each other like we were sharing a secret message. As I stumbled out of the kitchen, Bailey thrusted her boobs at the guy again, nearly knocking him to the ground.

The party was somehow louder and more crowded, making me wonder how long I had been drinking with Bailey. The sun was gone outside so I suspected it had been more than ten minutes. The still functioning part of my brain laughed at the wasted part that thought only ten minutes had passed. Giggling to myself, I stumbled upon Cooper in a hallway talking to a guy with a faux-hawk.

“Go away,” Cooper said to the guy who literally ran down the hall and disappeared. Looking at me as I rubbed my hands over his strong chest, he grinned. “Are you drunk?”

“Hell yeah.”

“What about the law and you being a dork?”

“I want you,” I whispered, staring at him through my beer goggles and finding him not the least bit scary. “I’m saying yes. I’m not trying to get away. I’m giving you your shot.”

Cooper didn’t need to be told twice. He swept me up into his arms and my legs wrapped around his hips. Our lips met and I opened up for him without fear. Tequila had given me confidence and I now owned my sexuality.

Skin hot and sweaty in the overheated house, our bodies gyrated against each other. Hungry for his touch, I smiled when his lips found my throat. He sucked softly from my collarbone to my chin then back again until I was breathing in gasps. Cooper’s lips met mine as he pressed me against a hallway nook and I felt his erection between my legs.

Forcing my lips free, I mumbled, “Not like this for our first time. People could see and I…”

Cooper returned his lips to mine then lifted me from the cove and walked us down the hallway. Soon, we were in a stranger’s bedroom and I was pulling off my shirt. Cooper removed his black tee then leaned down and kissed me full of heat.

Maybe the tequila was wearing off because I wasn’t feeling so confident anymore. Seeing Cooper hovering over me with his shirt off and all the flesh covered in tattoos, I wasn’t really in the room with him anymore. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of something else. Schoolwork or waitressing or talking with Tawny. Anything to get through the sex.

“Farah,” Cooper said in a rough voice, “look at me.” Opening my eyes, I struggled to stay calm. “Stay here with me,” he said, his gaze holding mine. “You know me. You want me. You don’t need to be afraid.”

Realizing I was crying, I wiped at the tears then forced my eyes to remain on him as he removed my jeans and underwear until I was as naked as him.

“I do want you,” I whispered, breathing too quickly as he kissed my thighs. “Please, Cooper, don’t wait.”

I reached for him as he explored while unwrapping a condom. The feel of him terrified me, but I knew it was almost over. Cooper didn’t move completely over me. Instead, he lingered at my nipples, licking at them then pulling gently with his lips. I remembered how Bailey said he was a boob man and smiled at the thought, but I just wanted it to be over.

“Tell me this is what you want,” he said as he stroked me with his cock. “You’re drunk and scared and I don’t know if I should stop.”

“I want you.”

“Because you’re drunk?” he asked, his hips no longer moving as he studied my face.

“I got drunk because I want you. Please, don’t stop.”