Ivy (Corked and Tapped Book 7)

by Becca Jameson

  She bit her lip, nodding.

  He closed the distance and planted a chaste kiss on her offended lower lip. When she released the swollen flesh, he angled his head and really kissed her. Like really, really kissed her. With so much passion and feeling and emotion that she slid her hand to his shoulder and moaned into his mouth.

  He smoothed his palm up her middle and cupped her breast, gently molding his palm around it. When his thumb grazed over her nipple, she arched into his hand and thrust her tongue into his mouth.

  He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling wildly with hers. A starving man.

  The kiss lasted forever, and by the time he finally pulled back so they could both catch their breath, her body was on fire. She was clenching her pussy, needing so much more.

  She sucked in a breath. “Cooper…”

  “Yeah.”

  “Please touch me.”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “Gladly.” He lowered his gaze and his hand. He slid a finger through her folds and then tapped her clit.

  She fought the need to squirm, settling one hand on his hip and threading a finger through the loop on his jeans. She flattened the other hand on the lounge at her side. “Jesus.” Her body was shaking. She didn’t want to freak him out by issuing demands, though.

  She let her head fall back so that she was staring at the ceiling, focusing on the white paint, anything to keep from coming apart at the seams.

  “Tell me what you like,” he whispered.

  Her entire body was stiff. She had a death grip on his jeans and the lounge. “Do I look like I’m not enjoying myself?” she tried to joke.

  “Kinda. Yeah.”

  She yanked her head forward to meet his gaze. His damn finger was teasing the edges of her pussy. “Cooper, I’m fighting off the biggest orgasm of my life. This is me so aroused I’m about to lose my mind. This is you doing everything right.”

  He nodded, his gaze going back to her sex. His finger danced around the edges still.

  “Push my lips apart. Gather the wetness on your finger. Then flick it over my clit. That’s all the coaching you get because as soon as you do that, I’m not going to be able to speak.”

  He smirked. “Got it.” When he dipped his finger between her folds, she almost came off the chaise. She slid her hand away from her body to wrap her fingers around the edge of the lounge, getting more purchase.

  Her eyes rolled back as he played with her wetness, dipping his finger deeper over and over, spreading her wetness. His other hand landed on her belly, and for the first time in forever, she didn’t even think about if it was too soft. She was writhing.

  The second he circled her clit, she gasped. Then he slid two fingers up together, trapping the swollen nub between them. Farther. Tighter. Jesus.

  That was the last straw. Ivy fell over the edge, unable to stop the tsunami from hitting the beach. She cried out as she came, her mouth open, not enough oxygen getting to her brain.

  Cooper kept stroking her as waves of pleasure consumed her, the pulsing going on for long moments. The second it was too much, she released the lounge to grab his wrist and stop him.

  He got the message and drew his fingers away from her clit, keeping his palm pressed against her pussy. It was perfect. She couldn’t have dictated it better. And it took a minute before she could speak at all.

  Finally, when her vision cleared, she lowered her head, and blinked at him. He was staring at her face, smiling. “I never did anything like that with my high school girlfriend. All I remember is a rush to get our clothes off, fumbling with a condom, me sliding into her, and me coming too fast.” He cringed. “I bet it was awful for her. I assume I did at least a passable job this time.”

  She groaned. “Far more than passable.”

  “So that part about a woman being suddenly too sensitive to touch after an orgasm is real?”

  “Yeah.” She chuckled. “It’s real. I just need a minute. It passes. Then I can do it again.”

  His face lit up. “You can do it again? How many times?”

  She groaned louder. “I’m creating a monster. Don’t get me wrong. Not everyone can orgasm again. And even I can’t do it all the time. But tonight, I can. I’m hovering near the edge again already.”

  He pressed his palm harder against her pussy.

  She jerked on his wrist, tugging him away. “Let’s not get carried away. I’m already losing my mind.” Still holding his wrist, she lifted herself to sitting, facing him, her breasts heavy in front of her. “I don’t mean this in a bad way, but I’m decidedly less dressed than you.”

  “Indeed.”

  “So, either you need to lend me a shirt, or you need to start removing clothes.” She lifted a brow.

  Chapter 8

  Cooper wasted no time. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

  His lips were on hers again, urgently kissing her and then nibbling a path to her neck. “You smell so good.”

  She tipped her head the opposite direction to give him more room, loving the way he made her feel. It was hard to stay focused. Especially when he grabbed her around the waist, flattened her on the lounge chair, and crawled over her.

  He nudged her legs open and lowered over her until his hard cock pressed against her through the denim.

  She grabbed his shoulders. “Cooper…”

  He kissed her neck again, his hands threaded in her hair as he whispered, “I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.” He lifted his face, hovering above her, meeting her gaze.

  When his chest came down over hers and her breasts touched his pecs, she moaned into his mouth. Her nipples stiffened instantly. She was incredibly glad she’d already had one orgasm because she really wanted to focus on him now.

  She slid her hands around to his denim-covered ass and squeezed.

  He released her mouth to kiss a path down to her chest, taking a nipple between his lips.

  She cried out, arching into his mouth, losing control.

  She gave his ass another squeeze and then released it to shove at him. “Let’s move to your bedroom, Cooper. Before we fall on the floor and one of us ends up in the emergency room with a concussion.”

  He chuckled against her breast. “So dramatic.” He sat up though, grabbing her hands, hauling her with him. The wine was once again forgotten as he rushed her down the hallway and shoved another door open. He flipped on the light on the way toward the bed, even managing to hit the dimmer switch.

  She tried not to giggle at his intensity. When they reached the bed, she set her hands on his hips, stopping him. “Slow down. It’s not a race.”

  “I think you’re wrong,” he insisted.

  She rounded to his front and sat on the edge of the bed. She was naked. He was wearing the jeans. As she set her hands on the button, she tipped her head back. “Take a breath. Let me lead. Okay?”

  “You want to lead?”

  “Yes. Just this once. Next time, I’m all yours. Topping is not usually my thing. You can be as aggressive as you want for round three. I get one and two.”

  His eyes widened. “Round three?”

  “Yep.” She lowered the zipper.

  He sucked in a sharp breath.

  She tugged his jeans down his thighs and then slid off the bed to her knees to pull them completely off. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, and his cock bobbed free and proud.

  She liked that he didn’t seem self-conscious about his body. It made her feel more confident about hers. He was gorgeous. Perfect. Amazing. And he didn’t try to cover himself. Instead, he set his hands on her shoulders. “If you’re planning to touch me with your mouth, I’ll come so fast the night will be over.”

  She chuckled as she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs, inhaling his clean masculine scent. She couldn’t wait to make him writhe. It was heady. She tipped her head back. “Surely you’ve received a blowjob before.”

  “Yes, but it’s been a while. I’m about to come at the suggest
ion.” He tried to back up.

  She held him firmly and flicked her tongue over the tip.

  He groaned.

  She met his gaze again. “I’m not the only one who’s going to have multiple orgasms tonight.”

  He sucked in a sharp breath.

  She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she lowered her mouth over his cock and sucked it as deeply as she could.

  His fingers dug into her shoulders, the tips almost painful. He would need to steady himself to keep from falling, but she didn’t intend to drag this out. She was aggressive. She wanted him to come hard and fast and then need only a few minutes recovery before he slid into her and got to the really good part.

  Cooper rose onto his toes when she drew in her cheeks as she eased off him. She held the back of his thigh with one hand and reached to fondle his sac with the other.

  He panted. “Ivy… Oh, God… Jesus. Baby.”

  Yes. She liked the sound of that. A chill raced down her spine. Damn, she wanted him.

  She lowered her mouth again, slower, drawing him deep, sucking him tightly, dragging her tongue along the vein underneath. When she reached the tip again, she swirled her tongue around the head and flicked it through the tip, tasting him. Moaning around the shaft.

  “Ivy,” he shouted.

  She sucked him in one more time, and that was all it took. His cock released long squirts of come, hitting her throat. She swallowed over and over, milking him as he grunted above her.

  His legs were shaking, and she released his balls to grip his other thigh, helping support him. Steadying him. She didn’t release him until he winced.

  When he popped free, she kissed a path up his amazing abs and chest until she stood before him, hands on his shoulders. “That…was hot.”

  He groaned as he set his forehead on her shoulder. “I’m going to collapse.”

  She stepped out of the way and let him climb onto the bed. As she climbed up beside him, he flopped onto his back, legs spread a few inches apart, chest heaving, hand thrown over his eyes. “You did that so fast. I can’t believe it. I couldn’t stop it.”

  “Yes.” She giggled as she leaned on one side next to him, propped on her elbow, hand running up and down his chest. She let him breathe for a full minute before she began to stroke him lower and lower until she let her fingers glance over his cock again. It was stiffening.

  He lifted his hand off his eyes and turned to face her. “You’re going to kill me.”

  “Would it be a bad way to die?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then the only decision you need to make right now is whether or not you want me to climb over you and impale myself from above or if you would prefer me on my back so you can control the speed and depth.” She grinned.

  He moaned. “Can’t I do both?”

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  He pointed at the bedside table. “Condoms.”

  She crawled to the edge of the mattress, opened the drawer, and smiled. She grabbed the condoms and left the lube.

  Cooper stared at her a second, seemingly making some sort of decision, and then he grabbed her wrist before she could open the foil packet, forcing her to meet his gaze. His expression was serious. “I need to say something.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m really into you.”

  “I know.” I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.

  He shook his head. “No. Listen to me.”

  “Okay,” she soothed, lowering her hand to give him her full attention.

  “I like you. A lot. I want to see you again. Tomorrow and the day after. And then on Monday. If that’s not something you’re interested in…” He swallowed. “If this is a one-night thing for you and you don’t want to see me again tomorrow, then let’s stop now.”

  She dropped the condom wrapper on the bed next to his chest and climbed over him. Straddling his torso so his dick was pressed against her pussy, she circled his wrists and pressed them into the bed. It was an act of dominance she hoped not to have to exhibit often. She preferred men take charge. But desperate times and all… “Look at me.”

  He did, not blinking.

  “I’ve had the best night of my life tonight. I do not sleep with every man I go out with. I don’t even sleep with some of them. I work hard every day to maintain a healthy body image. Taking my clothes off in front of someone is huge for me. It’s been a damn long time since I had sex. I’m choosy and particular, and I can’t remember when someone was worthy of that piece of me.”

  She sucked in a breath. “I’ve had three partners. One was in high school. One was in college. One was right after college. I didn’t have sex with any of them on the first date. Or the second. Or the third for that matter.”

  He nodded.

  “This is a big deal to me. So, let me throw your words back at you. I don’t want to let you into my body now either if you don’t intend to be holding me in your arms in the morning with a smile and the urge to make love to me again. If you don’t think you’ll want me just as bad in four hours, are willing to forgo sleep because you’d rather be inside me, then don’t do it.”

  He nodded, tugged his hands free, and ran them up her back to pull her down for a kiss. After a short, hot tangle of tongues and lips, he released her. “I changed my mind.”

  She bolted upright, hands on his chest.

  He shook his head rapidly. “Not about sex. I’m going to make love to you until you can’t see straight all night and halfway into tomorrow.”

  She blew out a breath. “You scared me. What did you change your mind about?”

  He grabbed her waist, jackknifed to sitting, and flipped her onto her back.

  She gasped.

  He picked up the condom, ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it down his cock. Then, he met her gaze. “Turns out I don’t want you on top for the first time, and I never want you to hold me down. I’ll do that part.” He grabbed her hands, threaded their fingers together, and planted her wrists beside her head as he settled between her knees.

  She smiled. “Much better.”

  “I agree.”

  She lifted her hips to rub her pussy against his hardening length.

  “’Kay, I need a bit of guidance again. I swear this is the last time. I’m going to fuck you ten times before Monday, but give me some last-second instructions. It’s been forever since I was with a woman, and we had no foreplay. I never even touched her between the legs with my fingers. I was too young and stupid to know what she needed. Don’t you need me to fondle you or something first? I could also go down on you. Lick. Suck. Whatever you need.”

  She giggled. Her pussy also flooded. He was so damn cute and nice and sexy. “Not going to lie. Ordinarily, yes. Not this time. I’m wet and swollen and I’ve needed you inside me since the second you gave me that first orgasm. If I need any extra help, I’ll reach between us and play with my clit while you concentrate on you.”

  He swallowed, nodding again. Then, expression serious, he asked, “Will you do that later anyway, so I can watch?”

  “If you ask nicely.” Since when was sex this damn fun?

  Cooper glanced down between them and lifted his body just enough to see the place where his cock was lodged at her pussy.

  “Do it. It’s gonna be tight. I might need a second to catch my breath, but then nirvana.”

  He didn’t respond, but he did line himself up visually and press forward. He never stopped. He didn’t need to pull in and out to gather moisture. She was soaked. The farther he sank into her, the more he took her breath away.

  She slid into the most blissful state of mind by the time he was fully seated. His arms were shaking. His face was pinched. His lips pursed. She gritted her teeth against her own need for him to move and ran her hands up to cup his face. “So good. You feel so fucking good. Do whatever feels right. Fast. Slow. Hard. Gentle. Whatever you want.”

  He smiled at her, shaking his head. “How did I get so damn lucky?”

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p; He eased almost out and then slammed back in deeper. Gasping. “Holy shit.” He did it again.

  She watched his face, listening to every moan and whimper. And she hoped to God they could stay together, become something bigger, because she really, really liked him.

  As he picked up the pace, he set his forehead on the pillow next to her. She threaded her hand in his hair at the nape of his neck. She would have whispered sexy words, but her mouth wouldn’t work. She was too focused on her own pleasure.

  She’d intended to reach between them and stroke herself, but it wasn’t necessary. She was so close. The way he moaned into her ear and pressed the base of his cock against her clit over and over was all she needed.

  She sucked in a sharp breath and let it go, pulsing around his length as she ran her hands haphazardly up and down his back. She knew she also cried out, but she had no idea what she said.

  Cooper lifted his head, smoothed her hair from her face, and then smiled as his lips parted and his eyes rolled back. His expression as he came right after her was so pure and…priceless.

  Emotion overwhelmed her as he held himself deep, groaned through the final pulses, and then collapsed on top of her.

  She held him tight, fighting for breath.

  He didn’t crush her for long. He was too conscientious for that. Soon, he lifted onto his elbows, but he didn’t pull out. “I’ve died.”

  “Not yet,” she promised.

  “You came.” He might have smiled too big.

  She smiled. “I did. Don’t get cocky on me. It’s not always that easy.”

  “Maybe it will be with me.”

  “Maybe.” She decided to give him something that would make his head even bigger. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

  He chuckled. “There are still more secrets?”

  “I’ve never had an orgasm while having sex.”

  His eyebrows shot to the roof. “You’re kidding.”

  She shook her head. “Nope. Wouldn’t have thought it possible because I’m usually too focused on the parts of me that jiggle, but then I knew I would with you. I was that aroused. And watching you come undone was…gorgeous. I knew I could probably do it if I touched myself, but I didn’t even need to.”