“Shit. Sorry, Emma, I didn’t want you to fall. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Cooper says, looking sincere. My buzz is a little stronger now and I smile at him.
“It’s alright. Thanks for saving me.” I wink at him and he laughs. Yep, I get those damn butterflies again. We are both just staring at each other, not saying a word. Every part of me wants to kiss him, run my fingers through his hair, and see what he tastes like. I can tell he is thinking the same thing, I can see the lust in his eyes. If his heart is pounding half as hard as mine, I don’t know how we are going to avoid this happening. Then it happens, the beat of the drums. We both snap out of our stare and turn toward the stage.
“Hey, Oklahoma.” That’s all it takes. The screams are deafening, and the excitement is palpable. It is unreal. He starts out with Crash My Party. The world around me disappears and I am focused on the country superstar on stage and the music pumping through my body. Rowan, Lacey, Lane, and Nia make their way to me and we just dance. We dance, sing, and laugh for the next hour. He is amazing in person, not that I’m surprised; it’s not only his voice, but the show he is putting on. Then it happens, he begins his next song and it is Country Girl. I can’t even help but shake my ass. We shake our asses the entire song. What a damn good song. When it is over, he takes a ten-minute intermission. Everyone starts going in different directions, but I am held in place by an arm that wraps around my waist. My breath hitches because I know before I even hear his voice that it is Cooper.
“Holy shit, Emma. I’m trying to be so fucking good here, but watching you shake your ass for four-and-a-half minutes may just be my breaking point.” My heart is pounding in my chest once again. He pulls me back so I’m flush against him now. I rest my head back on his chest, and he begins to rub small circles on my stomach. I am beginning to get really turned on now. “If I’m being honest here, I haven’t taken my eyes off of you since the minute I saw you. You are gorgeous and have my heart dancing in my chest.” I close my eyes as he is whispering in my ear. I love everything he is saying, how he is saying it, and instead of saying his heart is pounding, he said dancing. There is something so sexy about everything he is doing to me right now. I can feel my pussy getting wet and damn, if I don’t want him to take care of that for me. We stay like that for five minutes. I know this because there is a countdown until Luke comes back on, in five minutes.
“This feels so good, Cooper.” I have no idea if he can hear me over all the noise, but I need to say something. He definitely heard me because he leans down to my ear once again.
“Doll, you have no idea how good this feels for me too.” I’m like fucking butter here. I’m melting with everything he says or does. He slowly moves his hand a bit higher up my stomach. Damn it, I want him to touch me higher or lower. He is rubbing small circles around my stomach just under my breasts. I can feel my panties getting wetter now, and I press my ass back into him and start moving. He growls and presses his hand firmly on the center of my stomach stopping me. “Emma, don’t. I told you I am trying my fucking hardest to be good right now. Rubbing your ass on me is not helping.” I mentally high five myself for giving him the same reaction I am feeling.
Luke comes back on, but Cooper doesn’t let go of his hold on me right away. Rain is a Good Thing is the song Luke begins to play, and I can’t help but start dancing even in Cooper’s hold. He finally lets go, and the girls and I begin our dancing once again. For the next half hour, we dance. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun at a concert. Luke begins to play Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye, and I feel an arm around my shoulders. I turn to look at Cooper and he winks at me. He turns me and I instinctively wrap my arms around his waist. He has his arms around my shoulders and we begin a slow intimate dance together. Halfway through the song, he rests his forehead on mine. “I can’t take it anymore.” He doesn’t give me a chance to question or respond when I feel his lips on mine. Holy shit, I can’t believe this sexy god is kissing me. He licks my lips requesting permission, and I greedily open my mouth wanting nothing more than to taste him.
Once our tongues taste each other for the first time, it is explosive. He runs his hands up and tangles them in my hair; I drag my hands down and put them in his back pockets. Even with the loud music and screaming, I can hear the growl I end up swallowing of his. I pull his body closer by pushing my hands against his very firm ass. He releases my hair, and slowly lets his hands find their way to my ass. I moan in his mouth, causing him to become frantic. He deepens the kiss and I know for sure my lips will be swollen tomorrow with the force he is using. He is running his hands all over my ass, and I am gripping his with my hands still in his pockets. The sound of the music, the screaming, and the excitement just adds to the electric energy I am feeling. It is the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had. The only thing I know about Cooper besides his unbelievable kissing skills, is that he loves music as much as I do. Does that make kissing him this publicly wrong? Just as I start to question it he lazily drags a hand between us and cups my aching pussy.
“Cooper.” I manage to get out while I take a breath. We start to slowly break apart, and he looks right into my eyes. I’m sure the lust I see in his eyes reflects my own. Out Like That is now playing, and we both smile at each other. I’m not sure exactly what he is thinking, but I’m thinking this is damn appropriate. He leans forward and kisses my lips sweetly before pulling me to him in what I can only describe as a protective hug.
“Way to go, Coop, you fucking stud.” I hear his friend yell, and I bury my face into his chest. I know I should probably be more embarrassed, but I’m not as it just feels right. Even if it is just for a little while, I want to stay in his arms. Having his arms around me, his scent engulfing me is something I’ve been lacking for far too long. I’ll bask in this feeling as long as I can.
After what feels like hours, but I’m sure is only minutes, we pull apart and smile at each other. “So fucking sweet, Emma,” he whispers in my ear before giving a gentle kiss below it. He pulls me in front of him and wraps his arms around my shoulders. That is how we watch the remainder of the concert. I talk with the girls and I hear him talking with the guys, but never once does he release his hold on me. The final song comes on, I Don’t Want This Night To End and damn it if I don’t agree. We both slowly move to the beat, and I have to admit that I am feeling a bit emotional because I don’t want this night to end. Right before the song ends, he moves in front of me and lifts me to sit on the rail. I grip on to his shirt for fear of falling. “I’ve got you, doll.” He moves to stand between my legs, and I wrap them around his waist and my arms around his neck. He moves in and begins to kiss his way up my neck to my lips. This time there is no asking permission; we just let our tongues take over. He’s got his hands on my ass holding me in place and his chest is right against mine. I run my hands up into his messy hair and grab a hold of it. I can feel his erection pressing right where I need it and I grind myself against him. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes.
The concert is over, people are leaving, and I hadn’t even noticed. I am so consumed by Cooper. I’m being knocked in the back by people walking by, people are hitting into him trying to get past our group, but nothing is breaking our eye contact. “Cooper, I don’t know what to say.” I’m at a loss for words. I want to say take me right here. I want to beg to have some relief from my pussy that is actually causing me pain, but I don’t say any of that. He leans forward and kisses down my neck and over to my exposed shoulder. Fuck, it feels so good. I close my eyes and rub my pussy on his rock-hard cock.
“Fuck, Emma. I’ve never in my life wanted someone so badly.” He pushes his cock against me as proof. The loud moan that slips out should have me wanting to bury my face in my hands, but it doesn’t. I don’t give a shit since it all feels so good. He slams his mouth on mine again. We become nothing but passionate kissing and frantic hands. I’m pulling at his hair and he is running his hands all over my back and ass. It’s too much; I can’t take it. I need relief.
I break the kiss and pull his head down to my mouth.
“Cooper, I need relief. Please.” He moves my hair, while he leans in to kiss, nip, and lick a path to my ear.
“Fuck, Emma, I don’t want to do anything right here.” He quickly looks behind him and I have no idea what silent communication just happened, but he lifts me off the railing and puts me on my feet. He grabs my hand, holding on very tightly, and begins leading me out of the stadium. I’m so caught off guard that I don’t say anything until we are in the parking lot.
“Umm, Cooper, where are we going? I need to get a ride home with the girls.” He looks over at me, sending that delicious grin my way.
“They know where we are going.” That is the only thing that is said between us until we reach what I assume is his truck. Damn, it is a sexy, big ass silver F250. Totally suits him, that’s for sure. When we reach it, he gently pushes me against the tailgate and once again slams his mouth on mine. It is like we never stopped, and I’m just as turned on as I was sitting on that railing. He pushes my legs apart with one of his and I rub my dripping pussy on it. Fuck, it feels so good. He has his hands tangled in my hair and is kissing me like he needs to do it to live. I continue to rub on his leg, unashamed of the people walking by and the cat calls we are receiving. I moan and he swallows it down before breaking the kiss. “Fuck,” he says before he lifts me up and into the cab of his massive truck.
He climbs in and on top of me. He doesn’t say anything, just begins to kiss my neck and down to the swells of my breasts. He runs his hands over them for the first time and holy shit. My nipples pebble, my pussy clenches, and I could probably orgasm from the buildup of this alone. “Shit, Cooper!” I yell when he nips at my hard nipples. He continues his assault on my breasts, still over my clothes while he runs his hand down to the top of my shorts. I have my hands gripping his T-shirt, head thrown back, and I am listening to my own panting. He pops the button and pulls the zipper down. I arch my back in anticipation of what is to come. He eases his hand into my shorts and rubs my dripping pussy over my panties. I buck up into his hand loving how it feels. “Oh my God.” I pant out. He grabs my shorts and panties pushing them down to my knees, leaving my overly aroused pussy out in the open for him. He runs his fingers through my folds and teases my entrance.
“Fuck, doll, you are so wet.” I grip his shirt tighter in my fists when he begins slowly spreading my juices all over my pussy. It feels so good, and it’s been so long I know it isn’t going to take much to push me over the edge. He pushes one finger in and I grip it like a vice. “Oh shit. You are so tight, you’re not a virgin are you?” I snap my head up and look at him wide eyed.
“God, no, I would have told you. I swear to you it’s just been a while. Please, Cooper.” I don’t know exactly what I’m begging for. Whether it is for him to not stop or to make me come, either way he complies and slowly pushes in another finger. “Fuck.” He doesn’t move his fingers right away, but he does begin to rub my clit with this thumb. I throw my head back again and push my pussy against his hand.
“Doll, I just don’t want to hurt you.” I sink my nails into his shoulders and roll my hips.
“Cooper, you won’t hurt me. I promise.” I don’t know him well enough to know much, but I can already tell that he is protective. I guess my words are enough because he finally starts to fuck me with his fingers. “Yes.” I moan getting lost in the feelings running over my body. He curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot and rubs my clit. It is enough to already throw me over the edge. My orgasm comes crashing down around me like a wave that slams into you and drags you further out into the ocean. He continues to pump his fingers while I ride out the aftershocks of this seemingly never-ending orgasm. I finally start to come back to land and he is hovering over me. I blink my eyes a few times to try to focus on his sexy face. He leans forward and kisses me sweetly. I realize I am still digging my nails into his shoulders, so I pull them away and rub the spots that I am sure I have left marks in. He breaks the kiss and smiles down at me.
“Hottest no-sex sex I’ve ever had.” He begins to pull up my panties and shorts, but I push on his chest halting him. He looks up at me with his eyebrows drawn in.
“I think I need to help you too.” I look down in the direction of his massive hard on. He leans forward and kisses me quickly.
“I wouldn’t have gone this far tonight, but I knew you were in pain, doll.” Now I’m the one who has the confused expression on my face. I grab my panties and shorts pulling them back up and I attempt to sit up.
“So wait. You are just going to let this end like this. I don’t see how that is fair to you; I feel like I owe you.” For the first time, I see his face morph with anger.
“Emma, I didn’t make you come expecting anything in return. I made you come because I wanted too. I’m not going to fuck you or let you give me a blowjob in my truck in the fucking parking lot of a concert.” My post-orgasm bliss disappears quicker than a jack rabbit being chased by a fox.
“So what you’re saying is that only a slut would let something happen in the front seat of a truck in the parking lot of a concert. Fuck you, Cooper.” I go to move, but he is so much bigger than me and easily blocks my escape.
“Shit, Emma, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant I didn’t do it expecting anything in return. You are not a slut. Shit, I just felt how tight your sweet pussy is. We’ve had a fan-fucking-tastic night, let’s not ruin it. Please.” He leans forward and kisses my swollen lips several times before pulling back. How can I argue with him? I simply smile and wrap my arms around his neck.
“I think I need to find my friends. They are probably really pissed at me,” I whisper in his ear. He pulls back giving me a smile that I know he doesn’t feel.
“You got it, doll.” He starts to back away and I grab his shirt.
“Thank you for one of the best nights of my life.” I lean forward and kiss his lips before climbing out of the truck.
FUCK, I DON’T WANT TO let her go. She has some kind of damn pull over me that I can’t explain. When she told me inside the concert that she needed relief, there was nothing that could have stood in the way of that. I wanted to make sure she got exactly what she needed. It was so out of character for me that when she suggested giving me the blowjob, I got pissed. Normally, I would have had my boxers around my ankles and hands in her hair before she even suggested it. With Emma it felt different, I didn’t want her to do something because she felt obligated.
I don’t even know anything about her, except she loves music too. I fucking hate that we are going to end this night. I want to take her home to my bed, explore her entire body, and have her screaming my name. That is obviously not going to happen since I am watching her climb out of my truck right now. Shit, I scramble to get out of the truck as quickly as I can so that I can possibly have one last minute with her before everyone comes walking over. She is standing by the side of my truck looking so tiny--that’s why I keep calling her doll. Not only is she as beautiful as a doll would be, but as tiny as one. I walk over, and wrap my arms around her slim shoulders pulling her to me. She puts her tiny hands in my back pockets. I rest my chin on the top of her head and we both sigh.
“Thanks for a great night, Cooper. You made this concert so much … more.” I close my eyes, soaking in her muffled voice. What do I do at this point? Give her my number hoping she will call or leave this as a fucking awesome memory? I squeeze her a bit tighter trying to think what the best thing to do is.
“Emma, I’m not sure what you want to do here, but I sure as hell would like to see you again.” My dancing heart stops as I wait for her response. I feel her sigh against my chest and my muscles tense.
“I’d like that, Cooper.” I look up toward the dark night sky thanking God for that response. I haven’t put myself out there in a long time, and rejection would have sucked. I pull my body back, not letting go of her so I can see her face. I am rewarded with that amazing smile of hers.
“How ab
out I give you my number? We can figure it all out.” She starts to pull away, but I lean in and press my lips to her incredibly soft ones not wanting to let her go just yet. I lick the seam of her lips seeking permission and she complies. Once our tongues meet, it is fucking electric. I know I just met this girl, but I can’t seem to get enough of her taste. I’m craving it. We continue our slow kiss, our lips dancing to a beat all their own until I hear a throat clear.
“I think we should give them a few more minutes.” We break the kiss but I’ve not let go of her yet. We turn our heads to the voice; it is her friend Rowan. Hunter tries to put his arm around her, but she moves out of the way. Ouch.
“Ro, you’re not interrupting anything. We were just saying good night.” I smile at her choice of words. Good night, not good bye. I lean down, and place my arms under her ass, hoisting her up. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I smile as I sit her on the hood of my truck.
“I need to give you my number before we say goodnight, doll.” She laughs and reaches into her pocket. I turn my head to see that the parking lot is filled with people, some waiting out the massive crowd leaving, some still partying, and others like us, wrapped around each other. The guys have Emma’s friends laughing which makes me happy; in case this does turn into something, at least we all get along.
“I think you need your phone too, cowboy.” I slowly turn my head back to her grinning at her nickname for me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and we exchange numbers. Before I let her down and get everyone home, I need to taste her one more time. I lean in and kiss up her neck, and she turns her head giving me better access so I take advantage. I’m nipping her smooth skin then licking it to stop the sting. She’s run her hands up into my hair tugging every time I nip again. Once she lets out a moan I can’t take it, I slam my mouth to hers. There is no seeking permission this time. This is a rough, passionate kiss that has my dick begging for more.
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