by Cate Ellink
His pace picks up to a fast walk. My lips twitch as I fight back a grin. I shake my hand free and he glares. I smirk. ‘Race you.’ I take off running, as fast as I can with a mask and snorkel flapping at my side and a wet towel catching against my legs. I need to stop racing him. It’s taking all I have to beat him and I’m not sure he’s putting in one hundred per cent. It’s fun, though, the challenge he poses.
We pull up in front of his abode, me lightly panting and he hardly puffing. Droplets run down my back, between my breasts, and down my arms. A tiny pool lingers behind each knee, not yet running down my calf. I doubt Cooper’s broken a sweat. Lord he’s fit.
The key’s in the door and we’re inside. The door closes with a snap behind me. Holy hell. Luxury living. I’d like to drop my gear here but the wood floors are beautifully polished and a wet towel lying there all night would ruin them, surely. Idiot. Who cares? But I do. With this much luxury, how can you not?
My hands beg to splay against Cooper’s back but I can’t. If I touch him, I won’t give a hoot about the wood floors. Cooper heads straight to the bathroom. He drops his mask and snorkel into the sink and mine follow. I drop my towel to the tiled floor and reach for the strap on my swimmers.
‘No.’ The growl stops me. His hand snags the strap of my swimmers. Heat bursts through me, inciting a riot of action inside and outside. Everything inside tingles, churns, screams and writhes. Outside I’m faking calm, making deliberate sweeps across his flesh. Fingertips against his nipples. Thumb into navel. Flat hands following the band of muscle over his hips. My fingers hook into the waistband of his swimmers and shimmy them down, feeling his cock rise against me. I shudder. A groan escapes my lips before I close my hands on the naked globes of his butt.
And all this time, he’s kept his hands on my shoulders. His head thrown back and eyes closed.
This mass of glorious muscle is mine to explore, to taste, to tease. I take a small step backwards and drag my hands from his arse to his hips and inch them towards his cock. It bobs, semi-erect, as if waiting for my touch. I kneel on the bathroom floor and trace my fingertip along the length. It twitches continuously, silently begging for a firmer touch. It’s different to those I’ve seen before. A swathe of skin surrounds it. The men I’ve partnered have been circumcised and I don’t know if I have to treat this differently.
He must feel the hesitation of my touch because he looks down, eyes almost hidden by heavy lids. ‘Yes?’
‘You’re…’ I stop, struggling to justify my lack of knowledge. ‘It’s not that I’m inexperienced. I’ve just not been with men, men who, you know, are intact.’ Seriously classy, Sam.
‘Most men are skinned, I know, but it’s changing.’ There’s an almost defensive air to his voice but he doesn’t look like he’s embarrassed, for himself or for me. He looks like he’s challenging me.
His word choice makes me shudder. ‘That’s awful. Skinned?’
‘Well, that’s what happens, isn’t it?’
I shrug, not wanting to have a philosophical discussion on circumcision, but eager to touch his unskinned cock correctly. ‘So, um, do I do anything different?’ Geez, I sound like a bloody virgin. But I don’t know how to handle the extra skin and surely it’s better to ask and learn.
Cooper laughs and closes his fist on his cock. ‘It the same as all the others, but you get to unwrap the present.’ He slides his hand towards his body, skin moving to expose the head of his cock. My mouth waters. ‘Just push the skin back. It moves freely. It’s no different, really, just an extra flap of skin.’ His hands move to his hips, white knuckles appear.
‘It is different. It’s beautiful.’ I touch my fingers to the flesh-covered head of his cock and squeeze slightly. His cock is hard beneath and peeks through the foreskin. It is like peeking into a present. I adjust so my eyes are level with the gift. I curl my fingers around the head of his cock and slide them towards his body. The head juts out of the flesh.
‘Oh, Lord.’ My voice holds reverence and awe. There’s something god-like about this man. And to be untouched, unmarked, how Nature honed him, does incredible things to my brain. In a rush of purely animal instinct, I lean down and brush the flat of my tongue across the tip of his penis. The salty taste of the ocean and Cooper fills my mouth. My tongue lingers a few moments before lifting away.
‘Fuck, that’s good.’ His hands grasp the doorway and the sink. Legs apart, open and granting me access to his body. That’s one thing sportsmen have over other men — the ability to be confident naked, to display their body proudly and to accept admiration.
I close my lips around his cock head and suck him inside, not too deep, teasing. His cock fills my senses — the velvet flesh, the steely strength, the salty tang. Nothing has felt so good. Nothing has tasted so good. And nothing tempts me as much as Cooper.
I swirl my tongue across the tip, skirting around the edge before flicking at the slit.
‘Suck it, Sam. Take me inside your mouth.’
Cooper’s words make me grin. I press my lips to the top of his cock before sitting back on my heels. Catching his gaze has me smirking even more.
The frown marring his forehead is deeply etched, his eyes have narrowed and his lips thinned. ‘You are totally unbelievable, incredibly cruel — ’
‘And you love every second of it.’ I grin, hoping that I’m not pushing too far.
He holds his cock in his huge hand and strokes it slowly, slipping the skin back and forth until my gaze drops from his face down his chest to his groin. I’m watching nothing but his fist, waiting for the head of his cock to show.
With no conscious thought I lean forward, my hand closing over his fist, and lap at his cock as it peeks through. His other hand slips behind my head, moulding to the back of my skull as his fingertips massage. My mouth drops open and he feeds his cock slowly inside, my tongue lapping at each newly introduced millimetre of flesh. His fist uncurls and I move my hand to the base of his cock, holding it tight as he had been.
‘Fuck, Sam. That’s good.’ It’s nice of him to give encouragement but it isn’t true. I haven’t got to the good part yet.
Mouth open, head back, I take his cock deep, lips closing tight near the base. I pull my head backwards, inching slowly off him until the head is the only portion inside. With a swirl of my tongue, I push back down, speeding up the movements until his cock is fucking my mouth decadently. Saliva fills my mouth, lubricating each thrust.
Big firm hands close on my shoulders, pulling me away from his cock and up from the bathroom floor.
‘What?’ My question is more a harsh accusation.
‘The bathroom tiles are cold. I don’t want you hurting your knees.’
Laughing, I pinch his chin. ‘You’re a control freak who doesn’t want to come too quickly.’
The noise he makes is more a scoff than a chuckle. He picks me up and carts me to the bed; a huge expanse of mattress smothered with pillows.
Chapter 4
While carting me to the bed, he unties my bikini top and as he throws me onto the doona, the bottoms slip off and the top drops away. ‘Nifty nakedness trick,’ I say with a chuckle.
He stares, his gaze without waver. My laughter vanishes. Lust unfurls through my body and flames. He prowls on hands and knees until he’s beside me, and then his teeth nip my earlobe. My head rolls back, supported by clouds of pillows and he feasts on my neck, ear and shoulder. The softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the wet flick of his tongue makes me languid. The sharp nip of teeth on the soft flesh beneath my ear sends sparks through me, each nerve waiting, wanting.
He tugs me while he sprawls, until his body shapes around mine, his front plastered against my rear. I wrap a foot behind his leg and rub the top along the back of his calf. Then using my leg as leverage, I heave myself on top. He twists, grabs at me, and I wrestle back until we’re sprawling across each other, laughing like five-year-olds.
A bubbly high fills my bloodstream, like I’ve knocked ba
ck a few glasses of champagne. My heart sprouts wings that are flapping hard. Muscles writhe, skin against skin. I’m rolling with a naked, gorgeous, muscled hunk of manhood who’s caring, kind, and fun. He’s making a huge impression on me. And my impression on him? I’m a 38-year-old retired athlete who’s never seen an unskinned man and who laughs like a child in the middle of sex. Not so good…but memorable.
Ending up on top, I press a thousand kisses on his body. Slow, wet, sucking kisses. Exploring each muscular bump and dip. Tiny nips, followed by a darting tongue. A slow lap. Lips pressed tightly around nipples, sucking. While I’m lost in the shape of his chest, luxuriating in the taste of him, he grabs me and flips me onto my back.
Holding my ankles, he bends my knees and places my feet flat against his chest. He leans down and runs his tongue from my left instep up to the inside of my leg. My breath is held. His mouth trails over the swell of my calf, into the dip at the inside of my knee. I expect him to traverse my thigh and suckle me when he nips the swell at the junction of thigh and knee.
‘Yow!’ I arch and my body jerks. My reaction is intense. My cunt fills. Shivers flood me. My flesh runs with electricity.
He licks at the nipped flesh. With a huge grin, he lets my legs go and straddles me on the bed. ‘Don’t you like being bitten?’
I trace the edge of his lower lip with my fingertip. ‘I didn’t dislike it. The shock made me jump.’
‘So I could bite you again?’ His words are laced with suggestion.
‘Maybe.’ I grin.
Cooper, kneeling, runs his hands down the outer edge of my body before grasping my hips and leaning onto them. He’s heavy but most of his weight must be on his knees. His gaze drills me. ‘What else can I do?’
I laugh. ‘I signed up for sex, not 20 questions.’
After a brief grimace and a little frown, he says, ‘I don’t want to do something and end up on a television program because of it.’
Visions of news coverage about football players being lambasted for sexual exploits pop into my mind. I haven’t paid a lot of attention but even I’m aware of what he’s talking about. ‘I’m not a media girl. For me, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom.’
‘And if we’re not in the bedroom?’ A wicked gleam comes to his eye.
I laugh before slipping my hands over his jaw and cheeks. ‘Whatever happens between us, stays between us. I promise. So long as we have condoms and consent, I’ll be fine.’
He slides against my body until his lips meet mine. His weight settles on me but again, mostly on the bed. His lips nibble so lightly it’s almost as if they’re not moving.
I open my mouth but instead of accepting my invitation and pushing the kiss further, Cooper pulls back and drops tiny butterfly kisses along my nose to my forehead.
Our gazes meet, lock and challenge before our mouths follow the same course. There’s nothing gentle about this coming together. The merge is desperate and wild. He fills me, his tongue against mine, against my lips, in my mouth. His scent in my nostrils. I can’t get enough. I writhe beneath his weight, trying to arch and rub my nipples against his chest, feel his cock against my thighs, but I’m as good as pinned down. It’s exhilarating.
My breathing accelerates as the excitement grows. My body is aching for his touch but the kiss is so intoxicating that I never want it to end. I meet every one of his tongue’s thrusts and parries with my own.
Great kissing means great chemistry. You can’t kiss someone for any length of time if there isn’t good chemistry between you.
When our kiss heats to boiling, he tones it down to deep motionless kisses. He nibbles across then slowly sucks on my bottom lip until I’m aching. Then we kiss again, building up, and he slows. All the while his gaze hardly leaves mine.
When I’m completely kiss-drunk and can’t think of my own name, he lifts and cool air slips between us. He holds himself up on his hands and knees and stares at me, panting.
‘Wow.’ I breathe the word but he hears, or reads my lips.
‘Hot, huh?’ He gives his cute one-dimple smile, which has my stomach lurching happily.
After a few moments of staring mindlessly, my senses come back to me. Cooper comes into focus, his eyes sparkling. His breath is a sweet whisper across my lips. His body a warm blanket over me. My mind kicks into gear. ‘It’ll be hotter if you let me on top.’ Grinning what I hope is a tempting smile, I squirm beneath him.
‘Why’s that hotter than having you trapped beneath me?’ His hips thrust against mine, emphasising words and punctuating his question, almost stalling my brain function.
I grin to make sure he knows I’m joking. ‘I won’t have to worry about you falling and squashing me.’ He chuckles and I continue pushing my claim. ‘You’d be able to use your hands on me instead of holding yourself up.’ My body’s desperate for his touch.
His lips twist and his eyebrow raises. ‘And that’s beneficial to me?’
‘Oh, umm…’ Damn, I can’t think of any reason it would benefit him. Oh, hang on. ‘If I’m on top, you’ll get deeper penetration. That’ll be better for you.’
‘And you’re telling me that won’t be good for you?’ His stomach-flipping grin causes mine to do just that.
‘Oh, hey, mutually beneficial. Isn’t that what we’re looking for?’
He flips me faster than a blink. I’m now perched over him while his legs hang off the bed.
‘I don’t know what you’re looking for,’ he says, ‘but I’m sick of talking. Condoms are in the top drawer. If you want to fuck, I was ready last night.’
I laugh, loudly, and reach for the top drawer. If I’m completely honest, I was ready the moment we surfaced on the first dive, before I even saw all those muscles.
His hands clasp my hips while I twist and reach for the drawer. This innocent touch makes my nipples tighten painfully. I want his hands on them, not my hips. But as he pointed out, it’s not all about me and I’ve tormented him long enough, probably too long.
Grasping a condom, I wriggle to settle myself straddling his thighs. His cock stands tall, waiting as impatiently as its owner for my attention. My mouth moistens thinking about taking his cock inside but an impatient growl has my focus back on the condom.
I have the rubber mostly on when Cooper’s hands slide from my hips to the inside of my thighs and his fingers slip against my slick labia. ‘Oh, God, yes.’ I finish with the condom even while my hands shake. Before I can move, his finger slides inside me. My head drops back and a groan escapes. My fingers curl tightly around the base of his cock and I squirm, pushing downwards against his hand. ‘Fuck me, Cooper.’ In response, both his hands move to my hips.
His fingers still. When I look pointedly at him, he smirks. ‘I thought you were going to do all the work.’
Chuckling, I position myself over his cock and angle the head towards me. Rocking my hips I feel the latex-covered cock head before pushing down for a perfect body invasion. Muscles stretch. It’s heaven. He’s large but not uncomfortably so. I take my time, feeling muscles work not only in my cunt as it stretches but in my thighs as I hold myself over him. I can’t draw my gaze from his face. His head’s thrown back as if he’s holding tight to his need. The hard line of his jaw is tantalising. I want to bite that jaw and lick at the soft flesh beneath before sucking and biting my way down his neck.
I can’t continue this slow invasion. I sink onto him, gasping from the sudden fullness.
Cooper sits up on an exhalation. His scrunched abdomen catches my attention before his lips close over my left nipple. Wet heat fills my mind, blinding my memory. I press my breast further into his mouth. It’s bliss. And then his fingers capture my right nipple and it’s a bliss I’ve never known. I lift my hips, his cock moves, pushing against inner walls. Waves of pleasure surge through me. He sucks, nibbles, bites, licks and breathes on my nipple. I squirm for all I’m worth, rocking my hips so his cock slides within.
I need to move. I need his cock thrusting int
o me. I can’t stand this restricted movement. But I need him to suckle. I can’t have both. ‘Argh.’ Frustration bursts from me. Cooper lifts his head, his fingers on both nipples now. Needing nothing more, my hips lift, rising and falling on his shaft, faster and faster. He tugs my nipples, they stretch away from my body further than they should. I thrust down, a guttural scream locked in my throat. He releases my nipples, clasps my hips and joins my rhythm.
I can’t hold back. Arching, my lower body slamming against his, I cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure surges. My nipples buzz, sting, throb. A wave of cool air washes over them and my body convulses. Hips slam hard, my cunt tightens around Cooper’s cock, walls contract, moisture explodes and I’m swamped. Colours, sound and waves of endorphins fill me. I’ve never buzzed like this. I’m on a plane above the earth, somewhere I can’t think, can’t move, can only feel.
A guttural ‘Fuck,’ fills the air and Cooper peaks with me. We’re suspended. Gazes locked. Unable to move. The air between us alive and screaming.
The intensity weakens. Slowly, so slowly, we drift back to earth. My thighs grip his legs like a jockey suspended above a thoroughbred. A burning ache rips along my quads, forcing me to release Cooper’s legs. I ease down so my knees are on the bed, holding my weight, but I’m still pinned by his cock.
I stretch out the knots in my back. Muscles soothed by orgasmic release move easily and make me happily languid. I hold myself upright although I’d like to sprawl across his chest.
‘You’re right,’ Cooper says with slurring words. ‘It was better for waiting.’
I grin. ‘How do you know it wasn’t going to be that good without waiting?’
He lifts my hips from him. The loss of the warmth and fullness sends a lance of disappointment through my chest. ‘It’s never that good first up.’ He smiles and indicates the condom. ‘I’ll just get rid of this.’
I lie on my side, watching as he saunters into the bathroom. He has a bloody fantastic butt. Tight and round, it hollows at the base when he walks. Lord, I want to grab hold of him and fuck him again.
