Our conversation picks up, both of them flirting with me. Cooper and Lance love it though, their flirting bouncing off each other. We are now four beers deep, each one going down faster than the first one. I am sitting between them on the couch, Cooper’s fingers brushing my legs. Lance grins. “I have a challenge. Who is up for it?”
Cooper groans. “Oh God. Your challenges are never good.” I got to know now. “Spill it Lance. I am up for a challenge.” The alcohol is making me bold. Lance continues on, “Okay. Who kisses better, Cooper here, or me?”
I break out into a fit of giggles. Did he really just say that? “What? How would I know? I have never kissed you. Do you guys have something you want to tell me?” Lance laughs but Cooper looks wary. “No Lyssa. You will have to kiss me. That is the challenge.”
Butterflies fill my stomach. What? “Um, that really is up to Cooper.” I look over to him and thankfully he is laughing. “Go ahead, Lyssa. You will be disappointed anyways, so I am not worried.” I still feel uncomfortable but Lance has leaned in and taken my lips already. He kisses me slow and deep. The kiss is good but there isn’t the spark there I have with Cooper. I break away, wanting to kiss Cooper’s lips. “Well?”
“Lance, you kiss good. But Cooper.” I sigh. “Cooper melts me into a puddle.” We all laugh but the next thing I know, Cooper’s lips are on mine and Lance is watching intently. It is strangely erotic. Cooper says, “You know, Lyssa. Lance and I have shared girls before. How do you think you would feel having me fuck you while Lance watched?” I blush. I have never been with two men before. Or had another one watch. But it sounds so hot.
“Um. Sure. Why the fuck not?” Cooper pulls me into his lap and begins kissing me, his hands rubbing all over my body. He slips my coat off and reveals my negligee underneath. He groans in appreciation. “Damn, you are smoking hot, Lyssa.” Lance says and I lean over to give him a kiss. He returns the kiss as Cooper begins caressing my breasts. Holy shit this is so hot. I feel like I am going to combust. Cooper slips my negligee off and runs his hands over my black lace lingerie. Lance is just watching, his eyes dark and full of lust. My bra comes off next and then does Cooper’s shirt. His hard cock is boring into my belly. I am so ready for him.
Cooper lifts me onto his cock, impaling me. I feel so full, so satisfied, I moan out loud. I start moving up and down, throwing my head back. “Damn, Lyssa. You know how to fuck huh girl?” I look over at Lance and I feel bad. He is watching all of this pleasure and not receiving any. I suddenly get an idea. Cooper is lost in fucking me, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Let me suck your cock, Lance.” Cooper just glances at me, nodding his head in approval. He continues to rock me, up down, up down. I am lost in the sensation of it all.
Lance brings his cock to my face and I latch on, sucking him furiously. Cooper grinds me down onto him even harder, making me suck harder, deeper, faster. Lance is bucking in pleasure. He is close. I am close. Cooper is close. It will be amazing when we all come together.
A few moments later, all three of us come together, each of us moaning and groaning and saying each other’s names.
Shit. That was one for the record books.
Chapter 6
COOPER
Wow. I have been fucking Lyssa for two months now. It has been fucking mind blowing. I haven’t even thought of being with another girl. The night with my roommate was the night I was sold on her. And that had only been a week into being with her. I can’t believe myself. My friends are asking if I am sick. My mother keeps trying to pry like she always does but even she has heard things. Fuck. People never shut up.
But I don’t care. Let them talk. As long as I can still keep seeing Lyssa. I am so smitten with her. We have been fucking each other’s brains out for the past two months. But at the same time, we talk. I take her out on dates. We have fun together. I just want to be near her. This is so unlike me. I am afraid I am going to fuck things up and she will get away from me. I really hope not. I am enjoying her too much.
Tonight I am taking her to a classy bar for some drinks and dancing. Just like the first night we met. I want to tell her tonight that I want to be with her, exclusively, label and all. I know, fucking absolutely crazy for me. But I want her more and more. All of her. All. The. Time.
I pick her up and as usual she looks gorgeous. Lyssa is wearing a short red tight dress, hugging all of her beautiful curves perfectly. Her blonde wavy locks fall down her back and her makeup is just right, shadowy black eyes with red lips. I want to fuck her on the spot.
I pull her to me and breathe her in. Her scent is intoxicating. I could get drunk on it. “Lyssa, babe. You look fucking amazing. Can I have some dessert first before we go?” I nuzzle her neck, nipping along her jawline, up to her ear. She shivers, her key sign she is getting turned on. She whispers in my ear, right before biting down, “Of course you can, you naughty boy.” I barely get her inside before I lose myself in her.
An hour later, we finally head to the bar. Lyssa loves riding my bike now, her hair whipping back into the wind. She looks so God damn sexy. One day I am going to fuck her on my bike. We arrive about twenty minutes later, the bar already crowded. I can hear the loud music playing. I get off the bike and help Lyssa off. I slip our helmets off and bring her in for a deep kiss. I decide to just go for it now. It’s just me and her and it’s quiet. The wind whips through her hair, she looks so breathtakingly beautiful. “Lyssa. I want to ask you something.” I stare into her eyes, hoping she is going to say yes. She doesn’t say anything, just waits, letting me know I really could ask her anything.
“Will you be with me? Just me and you? I only want you.” I wait, feeling nervous. I don’t know what I will do if she says no. Her eyes close for a minute and then when she reopens them, they are glistening with tears. “Of course, Cooper.” She whispers and I crush my lips to hers, savoring her, never wanting to let go.
But two hours later, my past reared its ugly head. A guy I have fought before, I don’t even know the fucker’s name, started shit with me, trying to feel up Lyssa. No one is going to touch my girl. No one. Especially not this fucking asshole.
I couldn’t help myself. I saw red when he touched Lyssa. Alcohol was fueling through me, some jealously and possession, but worse than all of that was my anger. I grabbed him by the neck when he called her a slut, running his hand up her thigh. Then I pummeled him to the ground, my knuckles cracking against his face. I heard Lyssa screaming in the background. But I couldn’t stop. I threw two more punches before a security guy got me off.
Now I sit here in jail, staring into a cold hard cell. My father couldn’t get me off this time. He said he had done enough favors for me. I am fucked. And I am also pretty damn sure I have lost Lyssa.
What have I done?
My mother posts my bail the next day, after letting me sit and stew in the jail cell all night. She won’t speak to me the entire ride back to my apartment, she just sends knives my way with her eyes. When we finally get to my apartment, all she says to me as she parks the car is, “You better straighten out your shit, Cooper. I know you are dating a girl now. A good girl. This town talks so your laundry doesn’t stay hidden for long. Don’t fuck this up. Get your head out of your ass. We didn’t raise you like this.”
I am so shocked I don’t say anything. My mother never says anything like that, never mind swearing. I just give her a kiss on the cheek and get out. As soon as I get in the apartment, I call Lyssa. She doesn’t answer so I send her a text saying I am so sorry and we need to talk. I lay down and try to sleep.
I can’t sleep though. All I can think about is Lyssa. We were having a great evening and I fucked it up so bad she probably won’t even speak to me. I have to speak to her. I throw my clothes on and drive over to her house. She told me she wasn’t working and sure enough, her car is in the driveway. I knock on her door, anxiety coursing through me.
She answers, not looking happy to see me. Her face is puffy, red, and swollen and it pains me to know I cause
d her pain. I never wanted to hurt her. “Can I come in?” She steps aside and I walk in. I turn to face her as she closes the door. I want to talk right here. I feel an overwhelming need to touch her. I reach out to hold her hand but she moves away, not letting me. It feels like a knife. “Lyssa, I am so sorry.”
She looks down, fresh tears spilling down her face. “You scared me Cooper. You were so mad and you wouldn’t stop. You just kept pounding him. It just made me realize we are two completely different people. I think we should just stop now before it gets any further.”
My heart feels like it has been ripped open. The ground shifts beneath me. This can’t be happening. I want to fucking scream. I take a couple of deep breaths. “No Lyssa, please. I am sorry. I just saw that guy touching you and I have a past with him. We have gotten into arguments before so because it was him, and because he was touching you, my gorgeous woman, I just got so mad. I can be jealous and possessive but I took it to extreme. I know I have a bad history of fights but I won’t fight any more. I will change. I want to change. For you. I don’t want to be without you. I don’t think I could survive. Please Lyssa.”
She looks up at me, the tears still slowly dripping down her cheeks. “I don’t know Cooper. It’s hard to change who you are.” I nod. “You are right; it is but I will do anything to change for you. I am falling for you Lyssa.” I reach out and pull both of her hands into mine. She finally lets me touch her and I breathe a sigh of relief. I move in closer. I wait now for her to say something. Anything.
“You’re falling for me? Really?” Her eyes search mine. I nod and pull her mouth down to mine. I press my mouth against hers, kissing her deeply, showing her how I feel. Then she whispers, “I am falling for you too, Copper.”
And the rest is history….
Who said bad boy bikers couldn’t change their ways?
But who also said that good girls couldn’t get a little bad?
No one who knew Lyssa and Cooper.
THE END
Taken by my Realtor (Part 1)
Chapter 1
“I don’t understand why my life is so miserable. Why does my family hate me? And why do I feel like everyone hates me? When I was a child…” My patient continued rattling on about his childhood and how he believed that it was the root of all his problems. It probably was a huge part of it, but not all. I tried to pay attention and not think about how miserable I had been feeling lately.
Sometimes it was very hard to listen to patients’ problems all day long when all I wanted to do was wallow about my own. I focused back on Lenny as he was talking about his traumatizing times at school.
“I remember worrying all day at school if someone was going to be there to pick me up. You know what a horrible feeling that is for a young child? My mother and father were so high, they didn’t give a shit if they remembered to get me or not,” Lenny said.
“I am sorry to hear that, Lenny. That must’ve been hard for you. Who would eventually pick you up?” I asked him.
“Usually my grandmother would be called and she would come. I always hoped one day she would adopt me but my grandfather never let it happen. He didn’t want to take on my parents’ problems,” He rolled his eyes but his face fell, showing how hurt he felt. “Like I am a problem. I was just a kid, for fuck’s sake.”
I nodded my head. I did feel for Lenny, what a rough hand he was dealt. Now it affects him as adult. He can’t hold a job for long due to his excessive drinking and tardiness, plus he just doesn’t seem to care about life. I have been trying to help him for years.
We finished our session 10 minutes later after practicing some guided imagery to replace his negative childhood thoughts. I also helped him develop a plan for the week-cut down on drinking and apply to at least 3 jobs. Hopefully, he would listen to me.
Thank the fucking stars Lenny was my last patient of the day. I was done. It was time to deal with my own shit. I was frustrated-sexually and emotionally. I needed to get laid and I needed to get laid soon. It’s been far too long.
I have never had good luck in love. Either the guy turns out crazy, doesn’t have good hygiene, has a girlfriend or better yet, a wife, or he simply just doesn’t take us seriously. I was tired of the dating scene and I wanted to finally settle down. Unfortunately, I didn’t see it happening anytime soon.
Maybe it was my size. I was a bigger woman, with lots of curves and soft, luscious skin. I may have more to love on my body but I worked it like no other. I had an hourglass shape that began with voluptuous breasts, a smaller waist, and curvy hips with an ass to grab. Not all men liked the bigger woman and I understood that but I was happy with who I was and didn’t want to change. I had gorgeous auburn locks that hung in natural curly waves down my back. My eyes were a deep brown and I had full, succulent lips.
Enough about me though-I had the confidence I needed to score a man, he just wasn’t out there yet. And I was getting tired of the bar scene, the club scene, and even the online dating scene. I was 29, getting close to 30, and over the partying stage or wasting my time on endless dates. I wasn’t closed off though; I knew there was still the possibility of that man I was looking for entering my life. At some point. Hopefully sooner rather than later. In the meantime, King, my trusted vibrator, helped fulfill my needs.
I got home and the silence that welcomed me was heaven. It is such a relief to not hear the endless noises that happened in an office. My apartment was cute and cozy. I had lived here by myself for about 5 years now, ever since I began my practice at Southeast Counseling. I rented an office space within the practice and worked for myself. Best decision I ever made in my career, getting myself out of the community mental health centers. They were slave drivers. Too many patients, not enough help.
My apartment was perfect for me. It was a small two bedroom, with an eat-in kitchen, decent bathroom, and a double living room with the French doors separating the two. I loved the look of the old Victorian apartments. I knew this was the place for me as soon as I stepped inside.
I popped in some leftover soup from the takeout I enjoyed with my mom last night, turning the microwave knob. I poured myself a glass of my favorite wine, pink Moscato, and after my food was done, I sat down at my table, grabbing a pad and pen. It was time to get my shit together. It was time to make lists and get focused. Fuck, I teach my patients this shit and I can’t help myself? But how can you even make a list for love?
Career wise I am fine. Personal life needs some work. I throw my head in my hands. I don’t even know where to begin.
Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning with a massive headache. I should’ve stopped at glass number three but number four was so tempting and delicious. I was quite buzzed after four glasses and don’t even remember much after sprawling on my couch, and then eventually making my way to my bed.
A list was never made but I decided I didn’t need one. Love will come to me eventually and a list certainly isn’t going to help that.
I was happy it was Friday so I could lounge in bed for a while. I didn’t practice on Fridays, always using it as my day to get errands done and finish up any paperwork from the work week. Tonight, I was meeting some friends for dinner which I had been looking forward to all week.
I wonder if there will be some delicious man to eye fuck tonight at dinner. I was craving a man’s touch fiercely. It’s been months since I had sex and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. A quick hook up may be in my future. I let my hands roam over my silk nightie as I fantasized about my night tonight. I got out King and turned him on, letting him brush against my sweet spot. I used my other hand to rub my breasts, squeezing my nipples. I could feel the desire pooling in my belly, getting strong as I threw my mind into my fantasy.
I would see him sitting across from us, glancing at me often, a sexy smile playing on his lips. He stood up and walked over to me, leaning down and whispering into my ear, “May I buy you a drink?” I smiled back at him and said yes, letting my friends know I would
be back. Instead of leading me to the bar, he whisked me into the women’s bathroom, locking the door behind him. We ravished each other in that bathroom…
I came hard on my vibrator, my mind deep inside my fantasy. I lay there, satisfied and spent, letting the orgasm finish riding itself out. That was one of my best fantasies. One day, I would make that happen.
Dinner that night was at a delicious Italian restaurant and I was meeting my three girlfriends from college. We had all kept in touch since school ended. I made my way to the restaurant, weaving through the traffic. I turned the music up in my car, jamming out. I couldn’t wait for some food, my stomach was rumbling.
When I enter, I see my three friends sitting down. I head over and they all look at me, smiles growing on their faces. Sarah, my closest friend, stood and pulled me into a hug.
“Charlotte, so good to see you. I feel like it’s been forever!”
“I know,” I said. “Work is so busy!” I went around and gave Erica and Cheryl a hug too.
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