“Promise you won’t hate me later.”
“You’re not taking, but I’m scared if you wait too long that I won’t be brave enough to do it. Please, just keep going.”
“Scared because of me?”
Holding his gaze, I shook my head and I think Cooper understood. He kissed me tenderly and I felt more tears as his erection opened me up. His hand reached back behind my knee and arched my leg slightly. I didn’t understand, but suspected he wanted a better angle. Or maybe I was fighting him about opening my thighs enough. Either way, he moved slowly, entering me inch by inch.
Cooper looked both beautiful and terrifying as he hovered over me. I avoided focusing on the tattoos and the way his muscles moved while he worked himself slowly into me. Studying his face, I stared into those beautiful dark eyes. They were smoky with need, but his expression was soft. As he moved in and out of me, Cooper never took his eyes off my face. He was giving me a mama’s boy fuck. I told myself he did this because I mattered to him and had value.
Watching me intently, he leaned down to kiss me gently every time I started crying again. When he was tender, I could focus on his handsome face and sexy lips. Concentrating on Cooper made everything a little better because he was like magic.
Yet, even with the heated make out session in the hallway where I’d gotten myself riled up nicely, I couldn’t enjoy the feel of Cooper inside me. Hating the sensation of being full, I tensed and it hurt more. Even knowing I was making the pain worse, I couldn’t control my body’s reaction.
Tracing his lips and grazing the stubble over his jawline and cheeks, I focused on his face and not on what our bodies were doing. When I did that, it didn’t hurt so much and I panicked less. I enjoyed the feel of his skin as I stroked his chest and arms. Even if I didn’t like the actual sex, I wanted to be close to him. I also wanted to give him pleasure.
I fought my tears when Cooper’s movements sped up and he came. My mind felt scrambled and I had trouble focusing on the now with Cooper. I didn’t cry though until he was out of breath over me, kissing my face and soothing away my tears.
Hiding my face against his chest, I said his name again and again in my head. I was with Cooper Johansson in the college town of Ellsberg. I wanted this man and I was happy he wanted me back. This was a good thing. I said it again and again until Cooper pulled out of me and rested to my right side.
Opening my eyes, I found him studying me. My fingers stroked his lips and his frown eased away.
“Are you okay?” he whispered as music played loudly just outside the door.
“Yes.”
“You drank too much,” he said, caressing my stomach and breasts before settling his hand flat over my belly button. “You look ready to pass out.”
“I feel fine,” I lied as my head swam. “You’re so beautiful.”
Cooper gave me a half smile and kissed my face. Then, he was kissing my lips and I worried we would have sex again. I wasn’t ready and the room wouldn’t stay in one place. I also felt like my head had been kicked in. Lying very still, I tried to make the room stop spinning. Cooper watched me as his fingers explored softly.
Loud voices startled me and Cooper sighed. “I don’t even know whose room this is?”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, closing my eyes. “I feel weird.”
“Yeah, I know,” Cooper said as he moved around on the bed. Waiting for more sex, I flinched when he touched me. “I have your panties.” Opening my eyes, I saw he was dressed and helping me put on my clothes. “Do you think you’ll be sick?”
“No, I just feel like the room is spinning.”
“Yeah, it’ll do that with enough booze. What did you drink?”
“Tequila and beer. I think the tequila did it.”
“Mixing alcohol isn’t a nerd move, Farah,” he teased, helping me put on my shirt even though I was missing my bra. “If you need to puke, let me know and I’ll hold your hair back.”
Laughing, I almost fell over, but Cooper scooped me up into his arms and picked up my sandals. As he carried me out of the room and down the hall, I nuzzled my face against his neck. While certain he would drop me, I soon rested inside a truck.
“Whose car is this?” I asked, confused and worried he might hand me off to the next guy.
“I’m borrowing it since I’m fairly sure you’d fall off the bike. Rest and I’ll get you home.”
“I’m sorry I ruined your fun,” I babbled, leaning over against him. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Do you?”
Even in the dark, I could see he was unhappy. Yet, Cooper gave me a little smile. “Just rest, baby.”
“Don’t dump me,” I begged, clawing at his shirt. “I can do better. I won’t cry and I’ll be really good. I promise. Please, don’t dump me.”
Frowning darkly, Cooper glanced at me and I thought he wanted to dump me right there.
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