Touch Me - Complete Collection (8 page)

Everything stilled. It was like the calm after a storm. Jenny pushed her face into the mattress, her ass still in the air with his cock impaling her body. He kissed her back while stroking her ass, and pulled his cock out.

She fell to her side and lurched in surprise. He grabbed her fiercely and pulled her back against his chest. Jenny opened her eyes. His breath was still harsh, and it was hot on her neck. He gripped her navel and dragged her closer until her asscheeks were crushed against his cock. Slipping his arm over her body, he slanted it across her bare tits. Time stopped as Jenny waited for her breathing to return to normal.

“I'm never letting you go,” he hissed in her ear, kissing her lobe gently. “Ever!”

Jenny closed her eyes, drifting in and out of sleep. His words made her go warm every time, but she was at a loss for words.
Tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow.
She was too overwhelmed. She fell asleep, his large body holding her from behind. She hadn’t felt so safe and protected in years.

**

Jenny peeked through heavy eyelids, and saw Cooper standing in front of the dresser, straightening his tie.

“You’re up,” he said, watching her in the mirror. Modestly, she pulled the sheets up to her neck. He chuckled, “It
’
s nothing I haven’t seen before. I was feeling you up all night you know?”

She guffawed, horrified. “Why didn’t I wake up?”

He turned to survey her face. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks pink, and her blown hair tangled and spread over his pillow. “I have no idea. I tried really hard to wake you up...twice!” His expression was grave.

Coyly, she covered her lips with the sheets. “Why were you trying to wake me?”

His eyes narrowed. “Why do you think, sweetheart?” he joked. She chuckled, before sliding her legs off the side of the bed and dragging the covers with her. “Let go of the sheets.” She gazed up at him and his eyes were glued to her calves and bare feet.

“Why?”

“Because I want to see you naked before I leave for work.”

She bit her lip, taking a step toward him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. With your neat, pressed suit and all.”

Smiling, he strode toward her and stroked her cheek, kissing her ear gently.

Jenny shivered.
I want him. Now.
“Are you leaving already?”

“Mhmm. And you have work too, in case you forgot.”

“I can go in a little late today.” She took a step toward the bedroom door and he grabbed her arm. “There’s the bathroom!” He pointed ominously.

“But my toothbrush is in my room.”

“That’s not your room anymore. This is your room. Fuck the toothbrush. I've got a spare one somewhere in the bathroom cabinet.”

Jenny smiled, and as he grinned back, she let the sheets go, striding naked toward the bathroom.

Cooper swallowed and his smirk vanished. He couldn’t look away from her round small ass, swaying, before disappearing into the bathroom. His cock strained in his boxers, and he turned away.
She’ll be here when I come back home.
He was looking forward to coming back already.

**

Jenny opened several cabinets before she finally found a toothbrush in a drawer. As she picked one up from the pile, she realized something.
Why’s there a pile?

She stared at herself in the mirror. The happy, giddy aftermath of being with Cooper diminishing instantly. He had said he didn’t have women up in his apartment. So why did he have a stash of toothbrushes?

She brushed her teeth swiftly and glared at her reflection furiously, before looking around for something to wear. A white shirt hung on the peg behind the door, and she slipped it on. It came halfway down her thighs so she didn’t need panties for the time being. She rolled the sleeves up and headed out. Cooper was sitting on a kitchen stool. One look at him and her worries allayed. Toothbrush pile meant nothing. Cooper was too good to be true, but that didn’t meant he wasn’t.

He had made breakfast and there was one plate set out for her. He ate quickly, continuously glancing at his watch and her bare legs beneath his white shirt. “Move your stuff out of the guest bedroom and into ours, alright?”

Jenny blushed. “Ours?”

“Yes. Ours?” He stared at her deadpan. “Do you think you have a problem with that?”

She shook her head “No! Of course not.”
Ours.
Our bedroom.
She tried the words in her mind. They sounded beautiful but she was swamped by apprehension. Cooper was taking this too fast. It was true that they had known each other for years, but they were still getting
used
to each other. They still had so much to learn.
I don’t date.
He didn’t date girls. He just slept with them. A piece of sausage got stuck in her throat.
He’s just trying to move me into his room because he wants me readily available for sex.

“Actually, I think I’ll keep my stuff in the guest bedroom for now.”

His eyes narrowed and he placed down his fork. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

She cringed at the ominous look on his face. “There’s no need to…act so…weird. I just want to have my own room if that’s alright with you.”

He shook his head swiftly. “You live with me. We’re living together and we’re sleeping together, and you stay in my room…with me!” Jenny didn’t know if she was annoyed or awed by his stubborn, dominating tone. “Is this about Jason?” He glared into her eyes.

Her eyes widened as large as saucers. “No!” she sputtered. “Of course not! Why would you? Why- ”

“Okay then…if it
’
s not about your ex boyfriend, what’s it about?”

Jenny stared into his eyes. She didn’t have to be scared of him. He was straightforward about everything that he wanted. She had to be blunt about her requirements and issues too. “Because we’re sleeping together. That’s all. It
’
s not like this is a...a…”

He tilted his head, incredulous. “Relationship?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed gratefully. “We’re not in a relationship.” She was glad that he thought the same way.

He stood up and reached for a kitchen towel, wiping his hands and lips. “Have you lost your mind?” he said with a hint of a smile.

“What do you mean?”

He chuckled, parting his lips and closing them as if he didn’t know what to say. “Do you think we have a …a friends with benefits kind of thing going here?”

She blushed and swallowed. “Aren’t we?”

He grabbed her upper arms gently, pulling her closer. “No, Jenny. We’re not. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I don’t want that with you. I want you sweetheart, the real kind.”

He pushed a strand of hair off her cheek and she shivered. He was really going all out for her. She was dazed and puzzled. “What’s with all the toothbrushes in your bathroom?” she blurted out before she had a chance to think it through.

He gaped at her and laughed. “Is that what’s fueling this insane idea of yours? About separate bedrooms and all?”

She bit her lip. She was only trying to be careful.

“I got them in bulk once because I travel a lot. There are more in the storage cabinet.”

“Oh.”

He guffawed, sliding his hand around her waist and drawing her nearer. “Is my shirt all you’re wearing?” He instantly changed the topic and Jenny gawked at him, flushing.

“Yes.”

He reached for his pants and undid the belt. Jenny pulled back. “You’re late for work.” But her eyes were glued to his fly as it parted, and he pulled his dick out.

“Work can wait.” He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Jenny found his lips and moaned, kissing him urgently. He dragged her ass off the edge, his cock crushing her clit. “I don’t know how I’m going to fucking work today.”

“Why?” She breathed onto his lips, clasping his shoulders firmly as he eased the long, thick dick into her parted pussy lips. She bit his lip and crushed his body tighter, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers, thrusting deep. Jenny moaned at the sight of his white shirt and impeccable tie. It was so pressed and sophisticated, crushing against her chest. It was incredible how every little thing he did was as arousing as his fingers up her pussy.

“Because I’ll want to be here. Inside you.” He bit her lip and thrust while she lurched and jerked with every move. “Every second…I’ll want to be here.”

“I’ll be here…when you come back.” She gasped, moving slowly, reaching for the wild orgasm coursing inside her body.

“You better be,” he hissed, clutching her ass in one hand while he quickened his thrusts. She wailed and kissed him wildly, biting his lower lip like he bit hers.

“God!” she cried as her head fell back. The zipper of his fly was scratching her pussy lips, making them sore, but it all added up. She came with a burst, shaking and shivering.

He didn’t stop slamming against her. Biting her neck, his hips tensed as he prepared to cum. “Jenny!” he groaned onto her neck as his large body convulsed. She crushed the white shirt stretching over his wide shoulders. The now familiar heat of his cum spilled into her depths, and she kissed his cheek gently before finding his lips.

He slipped his cock out of her and helped her off the counter, pulling the white shirt she wore down to her thighs. His cock was covered in white liquid, his and hers, and with a smile, she handed him a kitchen towel. He cleaned himself off swiftly before kissing her on the tip of her nose.

“Move your stuff when you get back from work. No excuses.” He glared at her and she grinned.

“I will.”

He visibly relaxed and Jenny walked him to the door. Just before he left, he pulled her close and kissed her. “I'm going to eat you up when I get back.”

Jenny shook with the need to have him inside her again. It was going to be a long day at work. “I’ll be waiting,” she said and he winked, chuckling as he left the apartment.

**

Two weeks later, Jenny was lying on the couch, laughing uncontrollably while Cooper gave her an impromptu strip show
on
to
a One Direction song. “Laugh all you want, sweetheart. It
’
s your turn next.” He grinned, sliding his pants down and kicking them off.

“Ooh!” Jenny said and laughed harder.

The last two weeks had been the best two weeks of her life. Cooper had surprised her with a mutiny of feelings. She was giddy around him with awe. Now, she recognized the handsome twenty-eight-year-old as the thirteen-year-old she once loved like no one else. He was sweet and charming and he took care of her every need. And he made her laugh.

She had never been the rolling-on-the-floor-laughing kind. With Cooper, she finally realized that she hadn’t been running with the right crowd. He gave her fits of hysterics that ended with her eyes watering and her stomach aching.

He slipped his hands into the waistband of his boxers, and Jenny slipped two fingers into her mouth, whistling so loudly that he lurched.

“What the fuck!” he hissed laughingly as he abandoned his boxers and strode to her. Clasping her waist, he lifted her clear off the couch.

“Let me go!”

“Your turn, missy. Strip for me! Now!” He smacked her hard across her ass and she tilted, the sting making her eyes water.

“That’s the last time you
’ve
smack
ed
me!” she yelled with mock anger, wiping tears of hilarity from her eyes.

“Says who?”

“Says the person to whom the ass in question belongs! It hurts!” she lied. Well it did hurt, but she liked it nonetheless.

“I thought it belonged to me!” he said vehemently, feigning a sad, shocked face.

She grabbed a cushion and smacked him with it. “No, it doesn’t!”

“Really?” His expression changed. He stood up, his boxers the only piece of garment on his large intimidating body, and marched toward her.

“No!” Jenny cried and bolted toward the bedroom, but he grabbed her around the waist before she took a single step. He hauled her writhing, fighting body to the couch and pushed her face into the seat.

“Whose ass is it?” he asked breathlessly, overpowering her scuffles easily.

She laughed harder, wheezing with rapid breaths. “Mine!”

He pushed her down and jerked her PJ bottoms off her ass. Harshly stroking both cheeks with his hand, he grunted before smacking her hard. She yelped and pulled away. Her giggles continued but the pain made her face go red.

“Who ass is it, Jenny?” He slid his hand hand over the sore pinked spot before smacking her again, harder this time.

“Unh! It hurts. Stop!”

He leant down, gliding his tongue over the soft pussy lips visible beneath the crack. She rocked and fell forward, the fight flowing out of her limbs, her toes, and her fingertips.

His tongue pressed a circle around her pussy opening. It was already dribbling, owing to his rigorous handling and stiff smacks. It traveled up to her ass cheeks, sliding over the red spot that his hand had left behind. “It
’
s my ass. All mine!” He bit a mouthful and Jenny whimpered, jutting her hips out, her fingernails digging into the couch.