Come To My Window (Cumming, Arizona Book 2)

by Jessie Logan

  Fresh sweat popped out on his brow, and goddammit if his tongue didn’t unfurl like a cartoon pervert. He wrestled with the gentlemanly urge to bang on her bedroom window to remind her to shut the bathroom door then squashed the urge like a cockroach when she unhooked her bra and her incredible tits bounced free. And holy fuck, she continued by shucking out of the cut-offs, revealing he’d unknowingly been fence-building with a woman who went commando. Then again, if he’d known his stunning helper had been minus her panties, he probably would’ve put a nail though his finger.

  Rosie turned three-quarter profile to step into the shower spray, her pussy lips pouting as prettily as her mouth. She slicked back her long hair and continued to run her hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they’d extended to rosy peaks.

  Cooper’s cock strained against the conformity of his knit boxer shorts, the head rubbing almost painfully against the elastic waistband. He watched Rosie through the glass, heart punching his ribs like a one-two boxer’s jab. She traced a hand down her stomach, toying with the outer lips of her pussy, sliding just one finger through her slit as she threw back her head. Water continued to rush and splatter off her tits as she undulated her hips, working one then two fingers into herself. He didn’t need to close his eyes to imagine her tight cunt gripping her fingers; the look on her face told him how much pleasure she experienced from the penetration.

  Not as much fucking pleasure as she’d experience if it were his cock rammed into her balls deep. His hand trembled as he gripped his cock through his shorts and jacked himself for a few quick strokes.

  Fuck it. He had to have her.

  Cooper went to duck under the fence rails, and a wave of light-headedness made him stumble. He caught himself on one of the posts, his breath exploding in and out of his chest as Rosie’s beautiful body through the window went blurry.

  He cursed again, a long stream of foul expletives learned from his years in the military, and then he turned and walked shakily back into his brother’s house.

  5

  Rosie switched off the shower with a frown. While she’d been pretending she couldn’t see Cooper watching her, she’d caught the movement of him walking back toward his house.

  Not toward hers.

  She’d still listened above the hiss of water for a full minute, waiting to hear footsteps in her hallway as he entered the back door she’d deliberately left open. Did the man need a written invitation or a neon sign?

  Uh, naked woman in her shower, masturbating right in front of you. That equalled a Vegas-worthy “Come Do Me” neon sign in Rosie’s book. And the man had sported a hard-on big enough to pound in the rest of his flathead nails.

  Temper spiked when frustration at wanting the big jerk next door prevented her from achieving even a mediocre orgasm. Damn him. Rosie quickly towel-dried herself and slipped into a striped t-shirt dress and flip-flops. She marched between the houses and knocked on Antony’s back door.

  “It’s open,” a deep, male voice said from inside.

  She swung open the door and stepped into the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of Cooper sitting at the dining table with a glass of OJ and crusts from a mostly eaten sandwich in front of him. He continued to chew.

  “You’re eating?” she asked.

  He washed down the mouthful of sandwich with the last dregs of juice. “Yeah.”

  “You passed up this”—Rosie flicked her hand in an up-and-down gesture at the front of her body—“For a snack?” She spied an open packet of candy on the table next to the sandwich plate. “And Gummy Bears?”

  “I’m sorry.” His voice sounded different somehow. Weaker. Rusty, as if he hadn’t spoken for days. “I was having a hypo. A blood-sugar drop,” he added. “I needed to eat something sweet to bring my blood-sugars up again.”

  Oh, crap. She’d roasted his balls over a campfire in her mind, and the whole time…

  A half-inch-tall Rosie resisted the urge to yell “My bad!” and move to Arkansas. She crossed her arms over her breasts—because in the hurry to get over here and rip Cooper a new one, she’d forgotten to put on a bra—and said, “Can I do anything to help? I could make you another sandwich. I make a mean PB&J.”

  He transferred the plate, glass, and candy to the spare chair next to him and smiled at her. A smile that made her knees weak and her pussy grow wet again. And oh, she’d apparently forgotten to put panties on, too.

  “Come and sit here.” He patted the table-top. “I haven’t eaten enough sweetness.”

  “Cooper.” His name came out as a protest that she really didn’t feel. But good girls about to go bad should at least make an effort to resist when a man was blatantly offering to go down them. If only for the sake of their good-girl reputation.

  “Come. Here,” he said again.

  She really wasn’t that good of a girl, because her cunt gave a long, luscious squeeze, and her feet obeyed the command in his voice. She went to him, sliding between his chair and his spread-apart knees. She braced her hands either side of her hips but didn’t boost herself up on the table as her gaze locked on the thickened outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. Cooper followed the path of her gaze down and gave a rueful smile.

  “There’s nothing I’d like more than to fuck you the way your body’s begging to be fucked, but I need a while longer to recover.” He ran a big palm over his erection, and his breath sucked in. “So pull up your dress, and let me taste you.”

  A woman with more will power than Rosie had might’ve been able to resist, but then that woman would’ve had to be blind, deaf, and a hundred and two with no sexual juice left in her veins.

  Cooper leaned back in his chair, continuing to lightly stroke himself as he watched her with hooded eyes.

  Her womb gave a deep pull, and her imagination replayed the sight of his heavy cock shifting against his taut ball sac as he’d dried his hair on the first night she’d spied him through his bedroom window. Her tongue refused to cooperate, to tell him how much she wanted to see that cock fully erect and right under her nose as she licked and nuzzled the bulbous head, how she’d run her tongue up and down the sensitive shaft, how she wanted so desperately to see, to feel him pounding that beautiful cock into her over and over.

  “I want to taste you, too,” she blurted, and then heat flushed through her from her roots down to her toes.

  “Soon.” He sat forward and braced his palms on the table edge either side of her hips so she couldn’t escape.

  As if she wanted to.

  Rosie snagged her t-shirt dress and wriggled it upward, exposing more and more skin. He made a ragged, turned-on-male growl in the back of his throat as the airflow from the kitchen ceiling fan teased across her bare skin.

  “Spread those pretty lips, and let me see how wet you are.”

  She was pretty damn wet—dripping—not to put too fine a point on it. It was little wonder her arousal wasn’t running down her thighs and messing up his clean floor. But she obediently arched back, propping her weight on one hand, using two fingers of the other to spread her swollen pussy lips open for his examination. Her fingers became slippery with her juices, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to scissor them around her aching clit.

  “No touching,” he ordered with a sharp smile. “That’s my job. Now lie down; I’m hungry.”

  Rosie slipped her fingers from around her clit. Cooper grabbed her wrist and slid his tongue between her first and second finger, licking the sensitive flesh there with a suggestiveness that gave her a delicious shudder. She lowered herself to the table, her core muscles giving little twitches of anticipation as he skimmed his rough hands up her thighs and dragged her hips to the table edge, draping her knees over his broad shoulders.

  Rosie stared at the ceiling, counting the dangly, sparkly things hanging from Antony’s fussy light fixture in an attempt to tamp down the orgasm she could feel hovering just out of reach. Chair legs scraped on the floor as Cooper positioned himself between her
legs. Warm breath fanned over her pussy, and she squeezed her inner muscles tight. Tighter still for an instant when he slid two fingers into her and pumped with exquisite slowness.

  “You want my cock, don’t you, baby,” he said.

  A statement of fact; not a question.

  “Yes.” Her breath shuddered in and out.

  He dropped a kiss on her skin, just above the narrow strip of her pubic hair.

  “You’ll get it soon.”

  Then he trailed his mouth wetly over her skin until he reached her clit. Cooper sucked the engorged nub between his lips and swirled his tongue around it. Her knees clenched either side of his head, her hips jerking up, mashing his face farther into her pussy.

  He didn’t seem to mind, working her clit like a seasoned pro, somehow judging when she needed a break from the intense sensations and focusing elsewhere. Like stroking the length of her slit with broad, slow sweeps. Or using his fingers to thrust inside her, and oh…Rosie bowed up from the table as Cooper massaged her puckered hole with a finger coated in her juices and then slid it inside her ass up to his knuckle. She bore down on the intrusion and felt him probe deeper inside as his mouth returned to her clit.

  With his tongue flicking her clit over and over, one then two fingers pumping inside her ass, Rosie grappled to find purchase on the table top as the first tremor slammed into her. She came, a hot, screaming mess, bucking under the light pressure of Cooper pinning her hips to the table, so he could continue torturing her with his tongue.

  As she lay boneless, she heard chair legs scrape again, rustling sounds, and then a moment later, foil tearing.

  “Please tell me that’s a condom,” she muttered.

  “Yep.”

  “You are prepared.” She had enough muscle-power left after that bone-melting orgasm to smile.

  “I was a Boy Scout before I enlisted.”

  “Good for you.”

  Rosie propped herself up on her elbows, lifted her chin to see below the table edge. Holy shit, the man had sheathed a fucking monster of a cock. He’d been impressive at a distance through glass and in dubious lighting. But in broad daylight, up close and personal? Her leg muscles went to Jell-O even as her cunt clenched in anticipation, setting off more delicious aftershocks that had her quivering.

  Cooper extended a hand, and she grabbed it, letting him pull her upright. Her breath squeaked out as he lifted her at the waist and settled her in his lap, the length of him splitting her pussy lips apart, so he could grind against her clit. She dug her nails into the solid slabs of muscle spanning his wide shoulders, begging him with panting moans to fill her to bursting. He thrust up, cock moving slippery-slick through her folds, then he kissed her, momentarily distracting her from the movement of his hips with the thorough domination of her mouth. The sensations from kiss and pressure on her clit melded blissfully together until she was completely lost in him.

  He palmed her ass cheeks, spreading her open and lifting her until he penetrated her slick entrance. The strength of him, his biceps carved in stone as he raised and lowered her onto his cock, letting her cunt suck him inside an inch before he lifted her again—turned her on even more. He was a fucking tease, and she was about to come again from his cockhead stretching her open. She squirmed when once more he slid a tiny bit inside her, and she failed to impale herself completely on his thick shaft. She needed him to fill every part of her, stretch herself around him, transforming the hint of pain into pleasure.

  He groaned, a raw, desperate sound that had her stiffened nipples throbbing in time to the wild pulse of hot blood thundering through her veins. His grip on her ass loosened, and he allowed her to sink onto him. Her teeth pinched her lower lip as she adjusted to his size.

  She was wet, thighs slick with arousal, but even then he filled her so completely with one final thrust that she couldn’t do anything but pant as his cock became her body’s whole world. As she glanced down at his washboard abs and the dark trail of hair that ended with the smooth base of his cock since he was buried inside her, her tense muscles suddenly became buttery soft. This—this is what she’d wanted from the first moment she’d spotted him walking naked around his room.

  Cooper rammed tight against her womb. She tried to anchor herself to something, anything, as he lifted her hips again and let the glistening length of his cock pull out of her before slamming back with a rough grunt of satisfaction.

  “Can you take all of me?” he rasped in her ear.

  Rosie squeezed her internal muscles and angled her hips, so her clit rubbed briefly on his public bone. “Everything you’ve got.”

  “All right, then.”

  He lifted her off his cock again, and her toes curled at the friction.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” He thrust his hips up to meet her.

  Rosie cried out as he held her in place and drove into her over and over. Wrapping her arms around his neck and bracing her feet on the chair’s crossbar, she rode his thick cock, matching him stroke for stroke until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only melt into a pool of electrified sensation as another climax built, hit her, then swept her away. With her internal muscles gripping Cooper’s hard length, his vision went hazy with lust. He slammed into her one final time, a hoarse groan shuddering through him. His cock continued to throb inside her as he brushed a tangle of hair from her face and took her mouth in another searing kiss.

  “Now that’s what I call a satisfying end to a meal,” he said.

  6

  Cooper was bored. And horny. And boredom and horniness—because he’d only spotted his neighbor twice in the past three days—didn’t mix well. He wanted Rosie again. Badly.

  And that kinda scared the shit out of him since he’d thought they’d both satisfactorily scratched their respective itches in his kitchen. Apparently not, since he couldn’t get the feisty brunette pocket-rocket out of his mind. He was a walking hard-on, which limited his activities to either inside his brother’s house or out in the back yard. Which meant he’d so far weeded and trimmed the trees and shrubbery, and had pressure washed and scrubbed the small barbecue area. Plus, he’d almost finished the fence except for the section by Rosie’s bedroom window.

  That, he’d yet to complete for reasons he didn’t want to contemplate as he finished hammering another paling into place at the end of the driveway. The perfect position to spot Rosie’s little car as it drove past him to park next door.

  She climbed out, tanned calves beneath her black work skirt flexing as she stood and then locked the vehicle. The white shirt she wore as part of her uniform thankfully did nothing to conceal the size of her amazing tits. Her hair was pulled back in a face-lift-inducing knot at the back of her head, though a few wisps had escaped and curled around her flushed face. He stepped out from behind the fence, where he’d been crouching, and she did a double take. A slow, sexy smile spread over her face as her gaze zipped over his bare chest and the tool belt slung around his hips.

  Instant rush of blood to his dick.

  Rosie tilted her head and pointed along the length of the fence. “You’ve missed a bit. There’s a gap down by my window.”

  “I know.” It was his turn to smile. A smile he hoped she’d interpret as that of a man who needed to sink his cock inside her tight pussy, and she’d invite him in.

  “I’m going inside,” she said. “Maybe you’d better inspect that fence again.”

  Cooper got a great view of the juicy sway of her ass as she disappeared into her house. He abandoned the final three feet of fence he was working on, picked up his toolbox and nails, and walked up the driveway to deposit them at the gap in front of Rosie’s window. Her bedroom drapes were open, and she was waiting for him—pretending she was unaware of her audience by keeping her gaze locked on the vanity mirror opposite her bed.

  She slid the pins out of her hair, and it tumbled loose over her shoulders. The white shirt stretched taut over her tits as she lifted her arms to scoop her hair away from her neck. His fi
ngers itched to wrap the silky strands around his fist while he fucked her until she made that delicious, humming moan in the back of her throat as she was about to come.

  Inside Rosie’s bedroom, she’d unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders while he’d been mentally riding her hard and fast. Her tits spilled over the tops of her lacy bra, her large nipples two studs pressed against the silky fabric. She pinched a nipple, rolling it between her thumb and first finger until it jutted out farther. Double-glazed windows prevented him from hearing her moan, but he watched, his cock a steel pipe in his shorts, as her pink mouth parted.

  Showmanship? Or was she reliving how three days ago, after he’d had her on the kitchen table, he’d dragged her into the bedroom and stripped her naked, feasting on her tits and devouring her pussy again as if she were an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’d made her come twice more, once with his tongue and fingers then again as he shoved his cock into her until she’d milked him dry.

  Rosie arched her back and unclipped her bra, her tits swaying heavily to settle on her ribcage, her dark-pink nipples pointing front and center. She tossed aside the bra and unzipped her skirt, wriggling it down her hips until she was standing in nothing more than a tiny pair of panties that clung to the cleft between her thighs. She shimmied out of the panties and crossed briefly out of his view down the side of her bed, returning a moment later with something that nearly made Cooper swallow his tongue.

  A bright-purple vibrator.

  Imagination supplied him with the high-pitched buzz as she switched it on. She stood close to the vanity and bent at the waist, bracing one hand on the vanity’s wooden top, the other lazily tracing the purple silicon down between her breasts and lower, to tease her pussy. Or at least he assumed it was her pussy, because goddamn-it-to-fucking-hell, he didn’t have a good enough view to say for sure.