Cooper's Fall (7 page)

His hands went to the buttons of her dress and Sarah froze. She watched his face as he loosened them. There were dozens, from the high bodice to the hem of the dress. Each one that slipped free filled her with more dread, knowing what he would see.

Would it turn him off? The scars were horrendous. Glaring. She felt her breath still in her lungs as she looked over his shoulder, waiting, fighting back the tears. She’d just wanted to know. She’d thought he’d take her on the deck maybe. Her skirt around her thighs. That she’d at least find release before she had to face this.

Cooper’s eyes narrowed as Sarah tightened, tensed, with each tiny button that came loose. By the time he reached her stomach and pushed back the edges of the silky material, revealing her swollen, pretty breasts, she was stiff as a board.

Stiff. Almost frightened.

And he saw why. His fingers feathered over the six, very faint white lines across the tops of her breasts. As though a razor blade had sliced into the delicate skin just deep enough to scar. They weren’t zagged or puckered. Almost as though someone had drawn the thin lines over the tops of each curve.

“We’ll discuss these later,” he told her softly.

She stared over his shoulder, her face pale now. He knew shame when he saw it, knew the fear in a woman’s face when she thought something about herself was unattractive.

Watching her, he lowered his head, letting his tongue follow first one faint line, then another.

At the first touch, she flinched. At the second, he felt her forcing herself not to respond. By the time he reached the sixth, her eyes were closed, fists clenched at her side as she fought to hold on to the arousal and the control.

“Do you think those faint little lines are going to get you out of this, Sair?” He reared up on his knees, pulling her up, dragging the dress over her hips before pulling it over her head.

Surprised, she lifted her arms, staring up at him as he pushed her back to the bed.

“Hell. God have mercy,” he groaned, sliding from the bed.

He pulled her sandals off her feet, but left the little toe ring she wore. He toed off his boots and shed his jeans so fast it was a wonder he hadn’t scraped his dick with the zipper.

Fuck. His hands were shaking.

She was spread out before him like the sexiest little feminine banquet he had ever laid his eyes on. Gold rings pierced her nipples. Little rings that circled the tight, hard buds. Tightening around them.

“Oh, I bet that feels good.” He leaned over her, watching her eyes dilate as he lowered his head and licked over first one tight bud then the other.

Sarah jerked, cried out. She felt the sensation clear to her womb, white-hot ribbons of pleasure striking at her, convulsing her lower stomach.

The gold rings that surrounded her nipples had never felt so good. Just the slightest pressure around the hard points. The rasp of his tongue over them. It was the most pleasure she had ever known.

Then, he covered a tip, sucked it into his mouth. Sensation slammed to her womb, arched her, convulsed her stomach. Her eyes went wide, and her fingers, almost of their own volition, rose until her nails were digging into his shoulders.

“There you go, Sair,” he breathed a rough breath over her nipple. “Enjoy me, baby. I fully intend to enjoy you.”

The rough sexiness of his voice destroyed her. Washed over her. Filled her senses and in the haze she forgot to be self-conscious.
She forgot about the scars. Forgot about the past. All she knew was this. The man. The touch. And finally, the pleasure.

“Oh. Yes.” The words escaped her lips, escaped her soul as she felt his fingers touch her between her thighs now.

Her clit was swollen as it had never been before. The little metal ball of the piercing pressed against it, creating an incredible friction.

He wasn’t in a hurry. And she wished he was. She wished she could finally touch the ecstasy that always managed to stay just out of reach.

“Please,” she whispered as his lips moved to her other nipple, sucked it in, drew on it.

Her skin was so sensitive. Each brush of his flesh against hers was killing her. She needed him.

“Ethan, I hurt,” she panted, her head tossing, lost in the pleasure. “Oh God. I need you so bad it hurts.”

Cooper almost froze. No one called him Ethan. Not since he was a boy. They called him Cooper. He was Cooper. Even his lovers called him Cooper. Until Sair.

Until today.

His head lifted. Her eyes were dark, her face damp, with perspiration? He lifted his hand, his thumb stroking beneath her eye. Tears.

“Sair?” he whispered.

“Oh God, Ethan, I need to come.” She was trembling beneath him. “I can’t come. No matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. Please. Please. Make it stop.”

“Why haven’t you found yourself a man before now, Sair?” He touched the saturated, slick folds of her pussy. She was hot. So incredibly hot. Her flesh swollen, the extent of her need telling him how long she had held back. Years. She was a woman who needed touch, yet she hadn’t been touched. She hadn’t been held. And he wanted to know why.

She stared up at him. “I would have.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Her lower lip trembled. “I saw you.”

Cooper swore his cock swelled thicker, harder. Two years. He had met her the day she looked at the house. And he’d seen her eyes. The shy interest, that little hint of “want to?”

“Why me?”

He moved between her thighs. She was too hot. Too ready. For whatever reason, for him. Hell, his ego was as swollen as his dick now. No woman had ever waited for Cooper.

“Make me feel it,” she whispered then, staring up at him, her gaze tortured, her eyes dark. “All of it, Ethan. I want to feel all of you.”

She was twisting beneath him, her little nails digging into his biceps now. She was going to blow off his head if he didn’t do something now.

He gripped her wrists and slammed them to the bed. Held her there. She arched, moaned.

“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

And he liked it. But he’d be damned if he’d ever seen a sweet little thing like Sarah go for it so easily. The restraint, the wild need clawing between them now.

Hell, how had this happened so fast?

He pushed the head of his cock against the folds of her pussy. Sweet heaven and God have mercy on his soul. Hot. Like silk, like syrup coating the head of his cock.

He blinked sweat out of his eyes. Hell, he himself had never gotten this hot this fast. What the fuck was she doing to him?

He pressed his hips closer, gritted his teeth as he felt the engorged crown of his cock press to the tiny opening of her vagina, felt the piercing at his cock tug with relentless pleasure. She was little.
He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small. A fucking bruiser. Dammit, she needed someone gentle.

The piercing beneath the head of his cock lodged into the tender flesh, stroking her and him, and knotting his balls with pleasure.

Then he watched her breath catch, her nipples darken and harden impossibly as he all but shoved the thick crest just past the entrance to her pussy.

He gritted his teeth, watched her eyes.

“Ethan. More.” A breath of sound. A flush of arousal deepening. Her breath catching.

Fuck. She said she’d have a short fuse, he just hadn’t believed her.

Leaning over her, he grinned. The best he could do.

“You’re not gonna last long are you, baby?”

Her pussy was clenching, tightening, spasming around his cock head. Fuck. How long was he going to last?

She was breathing hard, her eyes dilated until only a thin ring of pale blue color remained.

Oh, he knew what his little Sair needed. Right there, in that instant. Because it was his greatest fucking fantasy. Pushing in hard and deep, first stroke, and feeling his lover come from the excitement of his touch.

Every man’s fantasy. His, for damned sure. A pussy so tight it was like a fist knotted around him, flexing and milking, coming and vibrating around him because she wanted him so damned much.

“Sair,” he groaned her name. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

It was the first time in his life he had ever cursed the size of his dick. Which wasn’t enormous. She was just so fucking tight.

Her lips parted. “This kind of hurt, I’ll survive.” She lifted, tightened, and for the first time in Cooper’s life, he lost his cool with a woman. Lost his control. He lost everything but that last fragile thread of sanity that helped him pull back on his strength.

But not his dick.

He pushed into her. One hard stroke, pushing past slick, slick tissue, gripping muscle, powering into her until she screamed his name and he felt her coming around him.

Milking him. Flexing around him.

Ah, fuck. He buried in full length and son of a bitch, he was fucking coming. Pouring into her. Spurting hard and heavy without the benefit of latex, and dying with each hard flex and jet of the semen erupting from his cock.

And she was still vibrating around him, arched into him. Her clit grinding into his pelvis, her body shuddering, jerking, her eyes dazed.

Little Sair had just come apart in his arms like no other woman had ever dared. And Cooper had a feeling he might have just lost a little piece of his heart. Not to mention his sanity. Because he knew he’d forgotten the latex, and son of a bitch, he was starting to wonder if he cared.

“I didn’t use a fucking condom.” Ethan fell to his back, but he dragged her to him, draped her over his chest, and forced her to stare at him.

He should have just let her lay against him, because the look on her face was dangerous to a man who had held on to his heart for so long.

Or had he? Hell. He was starting to feel the fucking noose and it felt comfortable.

“I’m protected.” A frown flitted across his brow as she lowered her lips to kiss him, and his fingers tangled in her hair to hold her back.

“How do you know I’m safe?” He narrowed his eyes back at her.

There came the dimple. A little shy. A whole lot too damned sexy.

“Your friends used to talk when I’d drop off the food while you
were recovering,” she admitted. “Really, Ethan. You’re like a condom fanatic.”

He had been.

He let her lower her lips to his. Damned if he could help it.

“I didn’t get to go down on you,” he growled, pulling at her hair with one hand as the hand around her neck held her to him. “You need to pay for that.”

He made her pay, with her mouth. Her lips, her tongue, a kiss so deep he felt it in his balls. Hell! He needed to get away from her. She was fucking dangerous. She was stealing every fantasy he had of a woman, as though she could see inside his head and knew how to give him exactly what he needed.

Her lips were eager, her moans washing over him. Her lithe, incredible little body stroked him from breast to ankle, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t harder than he was when he took her minutes before.

“I want to touch you.”

He let her pull back. His head dug into the pillows when her lips moved to his jaw, his neck. She may be inexperienced, and hell yes he knew she was. He felt what he had pushed past on that first stroke. She’d been a bit wrong about that hymen. It had been weak, easy to break, but it had been there.