“You always did have a problem with girls throwing themselves all over you. I’m glad you have protection now.”
In high school, the girls were always all over him, especially after a show. It used to drive me crazy, but he always made sure I was his number one girl. He always made me feel like a queen.
“You were and still are the only girl I would want all over me.” He winks at me, removing his hand from my panties as the elevator doors open to the twenty-third floor. I don’t want it to end, but then again, we are going to his room.
“Let me guess, you got the penthouse-presidential-high-roller suite.” I giggle as he takes my hand to two large, white, double doors.
“It’s all part of the life, baby.” Cooper turns to one of his guards as he swipes the room key. “Collin, we should be good.”
The bodyguard nods and we enter the oversized hotel room.
The door closes behind us and in a blink, Cooper has me engulfed in his arms, latching his lips to mine, in a desperate, fiery kiss. My hand grips the back of his neck as he pulls me closer as if making us one. I’ve missed his deep hungry kisses, the way his touch gives me goosebumps, and the feeling of his dick pushed into my belly. It feels so freakin’ good to be in his arms and I don’t know how I survived this long without him. But I know there’s no going back now.
A loud moan escapes from my throat as he grabs my ass from underneath my dress. I wiggle against his stabbing erection, trying to convey how much I want him without words, refusing to separate my mouth from this never-ending kiss. I’m dizzy from this high and I stumble back hitting a wall causing our lips to separate, and we are left panting.
“I can't believe you're here.” His hand runs down my cheek and his thumb traces over my swollen lips.
“I can’t believe it either,” I say breathlessly, my head still spinning. “I keep wanting to pinch myself.”
“Four years…It has to be some miracle that you're standing in front of me. I can’t tell you how much I've missed you.” His words are like a bucket of cold water being poured on me, reminding me why we’re up here in the first place. I push him away before he can kiss me again. He looks at me confused and tries to take me in his arms again, but I step back shaking my head. It’s as if his initial kiss and his touch wiped my memory clean of the past heartache that he caused me when he stopped responding to my letters and calls. I need answers to why he ghosted me.
“If you missed me so much, why did you stop writing me?”
He sighs heavily and rakes his hands through his dirty-blond waves. When he looks back at me I can see the shattered look in his eyes, but I don’t understand since he’s the one who left me hanging.
“At the end of Senior year, I got a letter from your mom with a bunch of pictures of you with some guy. Your mom said you moved on and wanted me to stop writing.”
“What? I didn't date anyone my senior year. The only people I hung out with were Alexa and…Mark.” It all clicks now. Mark became a good friend, and I ended up going to prom with him, so we didn’t have to go alone.
“So, the fucker has a name.” Jealousy swarms in his eyes and I smack him lightly in the chest. Nothing has changed about him in the past years, that’s for sure. He always was jealous before he even knew what was going on. Though, I know if it was the other way around, I would have been upset too.
“Mark is gay, just so you know. I can’t believe this. So, you just gave up and ignored me? After everything? I wrote you for almost a year after, hoping you would answer.”
“I did write you and I tried calling you a bunch of times, but your mom would answer or I’d get a voicemail. As for your letters, I didn't get them.” My face falls at the memory of my mom taking my phone away from me because she couldn’t afford the bill anymore. And now I guess it’s easy to say my mother also hid his letters from me. “It killed me that I didn’t hear it from you, but yeah, I thought you gave up on me.”
“I would’ve never given up on you. I thought you knew that.”
“A part of me did. That’s why I went to see you in Arizona before graduation. I came to your house with flowers in hopes of seeing you. Your mom answered and told me you were out on a date. In love. I waited for you to come back, and when you did, you were laughing with the guy in the pictures." He shakes his head with a frown and my heart rips in half. We had a chance and I missed it because my mom wanted—what? I'll never understand what she got out of us being apart.
"I knew I had to let you go; thinking, if you were happy that was all that mattered. It hurt like crazy and I hate myself for not kidnapping you, but it would've killed me more if you told me you didn't want me anymore. Even though it was a dagger to my heart, I had always held on to hope maybe it wasn’t true, and you would come back to me, wanting me again. I even tried to hate you, but after the first week, I gave up. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to."
"I always wanted you." My voice cracks and his hand moves to my face wiping away the stray tear. "And I never loved anyone else but you.” My eyes close, thinking back to how many times I thought of and dreamed about him. Though it ate me up inside every time he crossed my mind, I held out hope we could be together and in love again.
When I see my mother again, she’s going to have a lot to explain, but only if I don’t end up strangling her first. I can’t get over the fact she caused my heart to break more with each passing day, knowing why it broke, and hadn’t done anything to help repair it.
“I can't believe my mother knows no bounds."
He pulls me into a hug and kisses my forehead. We can't fix the past, but damn it, we missed out on all those years, and now we carry around so many what-ifs.
We stay silent, holding each other, before I finally break away. "I get it now. It all seems so clear.” I reach up to touch his face, running my fingers against his stubble. “So, what did you do after graduation?"
He moves to the bar to grab the bottle of Jack, and pours us both a drink. “Once I graduated, I got a gig in Los Angeles, and then next thing I knew, I had a record deal.”
My lips lift into a proud smile. We might have missed out on time, but his dream had come true. No matter what, it’s what I wanted for him. He worked hard and he earned it.
“How did your parents take that? You were supposed to go to Princeton,” I say mockingly in his dad’s voice.
“Yeah, we both knew that wasn’t ever happening.” He snorts, handing me a drink and I chug it back quickly. The burn from the Jack instantly heats me up and relaxes me.
“What do they think of your big success?” I ask as he pours me another drink.
“Oh, they say they couldn’t be prouder now.” His eyebrows rise and he looks to the ceiling, not amused.
We both take another shot before he takes my hand and leads me over to the couch, where we sit down with our knees touching. Suddenly I feel shy around him, as if we’re on a first date.
I don’t know why I’m getting shy now; our first date in high school ended with us fucking under the school bleachers.
“What have you been up to?”
“I finished school. Graduated with highest honors in business management, but I still can’t find a job. We can't all be superstars.” I nudge him playfully.
“That’s amazing, Ace. Though, I have to say, I’m surprised you picked business management for your major. What happened to studying advertisement?”
“I got a minor in advertising, but I always had an interest in management. So, I took a couple classes and fell in love with it. Also, if I remember correctly, I was supposed to be your tour manager or PA, or whatever. Maybe I had a lingering idea that a job could lead me to you.” I shrug. It’s not a complete lie.
Cooper’s pearly white smile nearly blinds me. I’m sure he pays someone to make them so perfect.
“And what brought you to Vegas?” he pushes.
“Alexa thought we needed to live it up before we start having grown up responsibilities. But really it’s because we’re all recent
ly single and she wanted us to meet Mr. Right…” I trail off, biting my lip, knowing I’ve said too much. I’m hoping he didn’t catch my slip, but when I see the grey clouds rolling into his blue eyes, I know he didn’t miss a word.
We might not have been together, but I know it's going to bother him that I was with someone else. Just Mark’s name set him off.
“So, you’ve been dating…” he mutters, taking a swig of his drink.
“Cooper…you can’t be upset. I know you’ve probably had your fair share of women. Plus, I haven’t heard from you in, what, three years and haven’t seen you in four?”
“I know…” He sighs regretfully. “I’ve never gotten over you. I tried to move on…but I couldn’t. I was still in love with you. I’m still in love with you.” His body shifts closer to mine and he moves the fallen hair out of my face.
“I feel the same,” I admit. “I tried relationships, but nobody even came close to holding a candle to you.”
Cooper’s hands lace through my hair, pulling my face to his, and he kisses me lightly. “I want to show you just how much I missed you,” he whispers against my lips, his eyes dancing lustfully with mine.
“Yes, please.”
He lifts me off the couch, and our lips connect hungrily, as he pushes me backward to the bedroom. There’s a loud thud when Cooper’s hand connects with the bedroom door, opening it, and it slams against the wall.
“I’m going to ravish the fuck out of you, Vi,” he murmurs only millimeters from my lips. I can’t reply because he’s quickly sucking me back into his lascivious vortex.
The back of my legs hit the soft mattress, and his mouth descends to the side of my neck. A deep, primal moan leaves both of our throats; a sound all too familiar, that only we could make together. A sound I didn't realize I'd missed ‘till I heard it again.
His hands run down my chest grabbing a handful of my breasts, massaging them in his palms. My nipples strain against the fabric of my dress and his thumbs rub over the hardened peaks. “Cooper,” I gasp, wishing his mouth would wrap around them to ease their ache. Darkened blue eyes stare at me, showing his desire for me, and a knowing smirk plays on his lips. It’s a look I remember well, telling me he has me right where he wants me, which only dampens my panties more. My legs press together, needing the friction against my throbbing core.
“I've missed you so much,” he breathes before his lips crash back into mine.
Calloused fingers run down my shoulders, pushing the straps of my dress down, and his honey lips make their descent down to my now fully exposed breasts. Cooper wastes no time latching his mouth around my nipples relieving my yearning—something I had been silently begging for. He nips and sucks as his hands push the rest of the dress down my body and it pools around my feet. I step out of it, now standing before him in a tiny blue thong.
Cooper detaches himself from my breast and steps back. His eyes trace over every inch of me, each of his blinks is like he’s trying to take permanent pictures to frame in his mind.
“Fuck. You always did have the perfect body. That hasn’t changed one bit. If anything, you look even hotter,” he hisses through his teeth and falls to his knees in front of me. His nose face plants into my core, rubbing against my lace thong, as he inhales deeply. “Heaven.” Looking up at me, he’s grinning wickedly, while his thumb traces my left hip bone. His soft lips place a kiss over my tattoo, which reads Cooper, in perfect calligraphy,
“I’m glad to see you still have it,” he growls and grabs the strings of my thong, pushing them down my legs, and helping me step out of them.
“Of course I do.”
“I bet all the other boys hated this.” He smiles smugly, his eyes gleaming, looking as if he just won the lottery.
Oh, they did.
“What about you? I’ve seen pictures of you…topless and in your underwear and I didn’t see it.” If he got rid of his, I think my heart will break a little bit more. It was one of our forever connections to each other.
Standing, he undoes his belt and takes off his pants. The white cotton briefs make his package look amazing and I can’t wait to wrap my lips around his dick. I almost forget about the tattoo, until he lowers the hem of his boxers exposing his left hip bone; and there it is, written in the same calligraphy: Violet.
“They airbrush it off. No matter how many times I tell them not too.”
My fingers trace over the black ink, and it seems like only yesterday when we got them. It was Cooper’s seventeenth birthday and he had talked about getting a tattoo of my name for months. He tried to convince me to get one as well. We each had fake ID’s which we’d made to get into clubs and all kinds of other trouble.
I thought it was a crazy idea to ink each other’s names into our skin, thinking it would be a curse to a break-up. Though once the guy finished the ‘t’ in my name I was sold on getting one myself. Funny how we did end up separating, but at the same time knowing we could never forget each other even if we ended up thousands of miles apart.
“I think it’s only fair if you undress for me. I want to admire you too.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” He slips off his shirt and tosses it to the ground and then pulls down his boxers. His dick springs free, already at attention, waiting, wanting me.
Yep, he’s still as big as I remember.
My mouth waters, wondering how good he would taste in my mouth again. I reach out, fisting his cock in my hands, pumping it, noting how velvety it feels against my palm. He groans and his hand moves to the back of my neck, urging me down.
Who am I to say no?
I fall to my knees and lick the trace of precum dripping from his tip. I hum my appreciation of his salty seed before taking him in my mouth and letting him slide down my throat.
“Fuck, Ace. I’ve missed your mouth...” My head bobs, taking him down as far as I can, tears escaping my eyes from the gag. I suck and slurp like crazy enjoying and savoring the hard, veiny, length of his cock. My hand falls between my legs, rubbing my achy nub.
“Oh, no, baby,” he moans. Grabbing my hair, he tugs me off his cock. I whimper, missing my delicious lollipop. Hauling me up to my feet, I can feel his grin against my neck, while his fingers brush against my sensitive clit. “This is mine and I’m going to make you come so fucking hard tonight.”
One of his digits slips inside of me, then another, working me over. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, relishing in the feeling of our bare skin meshed together. “I want you,” I plead.
His fingers fall from my drenched core and he sticks them in his mouth. His eyes close as he slurps my arousal from his fingers. “Mmm...strawberries. Just as I remember.”
I feel my entire body flush at his words. He used to claim it was my hair color which made me into some kind of strawberry flavored goddess. I’ve tasted myself on his mouth and skin hundreds of times, though I think I taste good, I wouldn’t call it strawberries. Then again, who am I to complain about the compliment?
Cooper lifts me and gently lays me on the bed. He crawls to hover over me, and his fingers run down my face. “I’m going to enjoy every inch of you. I have years of making up to do.”
Wet, hot lips attach to the side of my neck, working their way down my neck over collar bones to my chest, taking his time sucking and nipping at every inch of my skin. My body withers underneath him, a fire igniting in my core I thought had burned out long ago. I’ve missed this man's mouth so much.
Slowly and teasingly, he works his way down to his goal between my legs. His tongue flicks my clit and his fingers go back to working their magic power over my core like moments ago. Threading his hair through my fingers, I push his face further into me, wanting to smother him between my thighs. “You taste so fucking sweet.” His voice is muffled and his fingers pump inside me faster, “and you’re still fucking tight.”
With a hard suck on my nub, I explode, “Coop, yesss!” I scream, my body convulsing.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs
, removing his fingers from me. My arms reach out for him, needing, wanting him fully inside of me, expanding and stretching me out.
“Cooper...I want…”
“What do you want, baby?” Warm kisses move their way back up my body, ‘till he’s finally hovering over me, his dick poking me right where it needs to be, teasing me. I thrust my hips urging him in without any questions.
“I want to hear the words, Ace. Tell me,” He takes his dick in his hand to stop it from touching my needy, wet core, giving me a wicked dimpled grin.
How I’ve missed this smartass bastard.
“You inside of me. I want to feel you again,” I beg and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down. I don’t care about foreplay right now. I want him. All of him.
Now. Now. Now.
“Shit!” he mutters, trying to pull back out of my hold, but I don’t let him.
“What??” I whimper, wondering why he’s stalling.
Get in me, Coop. Freakin’ fill me.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
Oh.
“I’m still on the pill Cooper…I’m clean, I swear…I’ve never gone bare with anyone else.”
Cooper’s forehead wrinkles as he cringes at the thought. Okay, maybe not the best thing to mention when we're in the middle of having sex, but he needs to get a clue—at this point, he could knock me up, and I wouldn’t care, as long as he starts pumping that cock of his inside me—now.
He shakes off the uncomfortable thought and kisses my cheek. “I haven’t either, but I’ve been checked. You sure?”
“Yes, please. I need you. I can’t wait any longer.” I thrust my hips into him again, showing him how desperately I want this.
Blowing out a sigh of relief, he smiles widely at me. “I know the feeling, baby. This is going to be fucking amazing.”
With his elbows on each side of my shoulders, I wrap my legs around him, urging him with my heels, as he slowly slides himself into me. A loud vibrating moan escapes my throat when he completely fills me. When his balls hit my ass, he stills. My eyes flash open, and he’s staring down at me earnestly.
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