I turn back to face her. Her eyes are on fire. She's feisty, and it's sexy as fuck. I know if I make a move I won't be able to stop. I won't want to stop, and she won't leave here without first-hand knowledge that the most heroic thing about me is my cock.
"How fucking wrong is it that I'm trying to do the right thing? That I'm fighting the urge to be a prick, because I like that you say no to me? I like the fact that you're not so blinded by how I look and the words I throw at you, that you can walk away. You make me want to stick around and fight for you to say yes."
"In case your hearing is impaired, I'm saying yes!"
My instinct is to pick her up and throw her on my bed. Instead, I close my eyes and press my lips together, as if the problem is somewhere in my mouth and not in my pants.
"Your head. I want to make sure you're okay."
"Bullshit. Do me a favor. Don't show up at the coffee shop again. Actually, I don't give a fuck if you do because I won't be there anymore." She turns and takes two steps toward the door before panic sets in. She's about to walk out of my life.
Luckily my stride is longer than hers, she needs four steps to get there, I only need two. Her hand is on the knob. Before she can turn it, I cage her in with my arms, and lean against her. My bottom half is pressing against her, and it's all I can do not to rub my hands over her perfectly shaped ass. All I know is that I'm dangerously close to her, holding the door in place, holding her hostage. All I have to do is keep thinking along these lines, and I won't need to do more than rub against her before I let loose in my pants.
"Don't you dare walk out on me," my voice is low, gravely. I don't even recognize it.
"Why not? You promised my wish is your command, and now that I'm taking you up on it, you're backing out."
"That's not what's going on. You said you didn't want to be alone because of your head."
She turns to face me. We're eye to eye, and my mouth is close to hers. Too close. I feel the warmth of her breath, and I know I can't pass it up again. I need to feel it. Taste it. Explore it. I keep my eyes glued on hers and lean in closer. We're so close I can feel her without actually touching her. My heart is slamming against my chest, harder than ever. She presses her back against the door and I want to keep her here, just like this. If she only knew how bad I want to lift her up and fuck her. Here. Now.
"I lied."
"You did? Why?"
"It was my way of telling you I wasn't ready to say goodbye."
She lied because she wanted more time with me. I don't know if it's the alcohol I drank earlier, or if it's her effect on me, but I feel something. Something hot and raw, and for the first time in forever it's not just about getting off. I force down the lump in my throat and brush my lips against hers. They’re soft and sweet and feel a million times better than I imagined. Selene clasps her hands at the back of my neck, her fingers grasp my hair, while she pulls me closer, holds me tighter, deepens the kiss.
My teeth pull on her bottom lip, before my tongue swipes over it and then invades her mouth. I repeat this again and again. I don't want to break away. I want to kiss her until she surrenders her body to me, until she agrees to live out every decadent thought racing through my mind, including tying her up and fucking her ass.
A yearning so foreign it terrifies me, shoots through my body. It's overpowering. I can't see beyond this need to touch every single part of her, inside and out. But I fight it, keeping my hands pressed against the door. I allow my mouth to devour hers as I crush my body up against Selene, letting her feel the carnal heat that's about to take control of me. Even if she has a change of heart, it's too late. I need to be inside her, and she's pinned to the door behind her so she can't move, can't escape.
My name passes her lips in a cry of passion as her fingertips trail down my chest. It's like a thick, layer of protective wrap has been ripped off me, because no one's touch ever made my skin tingle, or my pulse race like this. Her hands curve around my sides, and move around to my back. I feel her pull my shirt taught before she inches it up. I rush to help her remove it, releasing first one arm, and then the other. I can't get it off fast enough. Once it's over my head, she stops to take me in, breathing heavy, with dilated pupils as her mouth lunges for mine and she tosses the shirt to the floor.
Selene's warm hands travel over the crevices and valleys of my bare skin, stopping every now and then to look in my eyes. Almost as if she's looking for permission or approval.
"That feels good," I say hoping to encourage her. "Don't stop."
Her touch sizzles. I feel it branding me. I want those magic hands of hers to touch me everywhere. I groan as they move between us and press against the bulge in my pants. I reach my hand down over hers, encouraging her to curl her fingers around and grip my cock through the material, harder, tighter.
"I hope you're ready to meet him. Because he's been waiting to come out and play with you."
Selene's hands move up and unbutton my fly. That's where I stop her. I grab her hands and place them on her tits. "Touch yourself." I whisper as I grasp the back of her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs tight around my waist, using them to hold on to me. We're in perfect synch.
"Is this what you want?" I let her sink a bit in my arms and grind my hips into her, pressing her against the door again. I thrust my hips back and forth simulating the motions I hope to be doing for real in a matter of minutes. "Can you feel how much I want you? Do you want it too?"
She nods.
"That's not good enough. Tell me, Selene. Do you want to feel my cock inside you?"
"Yes, Cooper." she moans in my mouth while pulling my hair hard. "I want to feel you inside of me."
I'm not sure if this is real or if I'm dreaming. I kiss her fast and furious, as if I'm Cinderella and the clock’s striking twelve. I taste a hint of alcohol and something sweet. The remnants of something fruity she had earlier in the night. This isn't enough. I want more. I need more. I wind my hand in her hair and pull it back just enough that she's looking up at me again.
"I need to know," I don't recognize my voice, it's low and husky; full of emotion. Emotion I don't usually pair with sex. "If I take you to my bed and give you what you want, who are you going to fuck? Cooper or Jaxson?"
If she were anyone else I wouldn't care. I'd only care that she said "Yes." But I don't usually wait this long for a girl to come around. And I do care. Because I want her to want me, not him. She inhales a long deep breath, and I'm not sure I want to hear the answer.
"You, Cooper. I want to fuck you."
I don't say another word. Instead I carry her to my bed. I take care in settling her down, just in case her head is still bothering her. I lean in and inch her shirt up. Afraid she's going to change her mind, I don't stop to enjoy the view. Not yet. Not until it's all off. I unbutton her pants and allow my hands the pleasure of ghosting over her silky skin as I pull them passed her hips and toned thighs, before tossing them to the floor.
She's lying in front of me in a lacy little, pink thong and matching bra that keeps her tits looking perfectly round even while she's lying down. Her eyes are glossed over with want and need. She's captivated by me, and I want to keep her attention. I'll do a fucking striptease if it guarantees her eyes will keep soaking me in like this.