Something So Right (6 page)

I shaved in every place that needs to be cleaned up. Not that I was a hairy beast or anything, but I wasn’t clean-cut like I wanted.

By the time I was finished I was silky smooth. I decide on a summer dress that’s tight on top, flowing at the bottom. It falls right between my thighs and my knees. I love the feeling of it sashaying while I walk.

It’s a nice mint green color, going amazing with my coloring and my rose gold ankle sandals. Of course being a girl I had texted Meghan my outfit, but the only thing she wanted to see was what was under my dress.

That’s the crème de la crème. I’m wearing an ivory lace bra with just enough support to put the girls up and matching lace thong panties. I don’t know if he’ll even see them, but just wearing them I feel sexy.

I ring the door, not ready for the sight that would hold me. He’s wearing board shorts falling low on his narrow hips, showing off his eight pack with the delectable V muscle. He’s a Greek god. How can one person be so fucking perfect? He’s also wearing his famous cap, backward this time.

“Hey, babe.” He leans in, kissing me full on the lips. “I was just going to start cooking. I decided to soak in the hot tub for a bit to ease the muscles.”

While he’s talking to me, the only muscle I’m thinking about is the one that is hiding in his pants. He clears his throat, shaking me out of my daydream.

“Baby, you continue staring at me like that and I’ll be eating you on this porch.” He grabs my hand, drags me inside, and presses me against the door. “I messed up.” He traces my chin with his nose as his lips aim for my neck. I move my neck, giving him more access. He goes in while bringing his hand up to cup my ass, squeezing it, and pulling me forward to him.

I lift my legs around his waist, seeking his lips. When I finally find what I was looking for, I nip his bottom lip harder than I’ve ever done before, but he’s making me crazy. Him groaning makes me even crazier. I lick his bottom lip and then plunge my tongue into his mouth, trying to get as close to him as possible.

Heat engulfs me. I know that my pussy is right on his dick that is now hard and rigid. He pins me to the door with his body, dragging his hands up to cup my breasts. I pull my mouth from his, throwing my head back and moaning. It’s been a really long fucking time since I felt like this. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this horny in my whole life.

I grab his hair, which has made its way down, pulling my top and bra both down, freeing my breasts where he sucks one pebbled nipple. “Cooper, please.”

“We are just getting started.” He turns around and walks to the dining room where he places me on the table, sitting himself down on the chair right in front of me.

“I’m going to be eating dessert first tonight,” he says with his blue eyes piercing into mine.

He takes my feet and props them up on the edge, making my skirt fall into the center, covering my throbbing pussy.

He pushes the skirt up and is face to face with my lace panties, pushing them to the side, leaving me open and bare for him.

He leans in and swipes his tongue from my entrance right up to my clit. Holy. Fucking. Jesus. He then takes his index finger, bringing it up the same way his tongue went. “So fucking wet for me. Always fucking wet for me.” He looks up right when he rips my lace panties straight off me. “I need my hands,” he says, pushing my knees wider, opening me up even more. Going in once more, he inserts his tongue right inside of me.

I lean one hand back to help hold me up while the other hand makes it into his hair, holding him. He licks up, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue while two fingers plunge inside me, filling me, making my arm shake. He slowly, so fucking slowly, drags his finger in and out, sucking my clit into his mouth. I throw my head back and bask in this feeling. I reach up and start tweaking my nipples, watching his eyes hood over.

He starts finger fucking me faster, turning his hand so his fingers are now hooked inside me while he rubs my G-spot. My toes are tingling, my tits are high in the air. I’m so fucking close I feel it.

“You’re getting close,” he tells me while nipping my clit with his teeth. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers.” He is hooking his two fingers forward. In that moment I let go. My stomach goes tight, my ass lifts from the table meeting his finger, and my pussy convulses around his fingers all the while he is sucking my clit into his mouth.

“Give it to me,” he says, and I do just that. I fucking come on his hand, on his tongue.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I’m panting. “Cooper.” The orgasm rips through me.

“I’m not done with you yet. I want another one.” I don’t know what he means. He moves up to my tits, kissing them softly. He comes up, looks into my eyes, and kisses me, tongue and all. I taste him, I taste me, I taste us, and I love it.

I don’t ever want him to stop kissing me. His fingers are still in my pussy, this time moving fast, moving rough, while his palm slaps my clit while he goes all the way in. It’s hard, it’s fast, and it’s coming again. I don’t know if it’s been five seconds or five minutes but right then I’m fucking coming again, groaning into his mouth.

I’m coming down from the two orgasms, and I’m still clutching his fingers. He slowly releases me in both senses.

I look up at him but then put my eyes down, because let’s face it, I’m fucking embarrassed. He just ate me out on his table. I just came on his hands. Twice. What is wrong with me? I’m a mom. His trainer. And I sure as hell won’t ever be anything more.

“Don’t you dare go into your head.”

I look up, shocked that he knew that was where I was going. How did he know this?

“I’m not going into my head, it’s just I don’t do this. This isn’t me. I’ve never given myself so freely. Jesus, I’ve known you less than a month, and I’ve had three orgasms, count them, three.” I pull up the digits on my fingers for him to see. “I’m just not like those other puck bunnies.”

He puts his fingers on my lips, stopping me from continuing to talk. “Babe, you don’t think I know you are different? I knew the minute you threw your sass in my face. So, I’m going to go upstairs and take a cold shower before things move faster than we both want.” He kisses my lips gently, strolling out of the dining room, leaving me with my tits in the air and ripped panties.

Okay, so I mentally freak out when he leaves the room. I jump down, pull up my bra, covering my tits. I flatten down my dress, hoping I won’t have a Marilyn Monroe moment. I look around, deciding to start supper while he’s in the shower cooling down.

I smack my hand on my forehead, not even thinking about Cooper and his needs. I just let him go away with his dick hard. Oh my gosh, he’s probably masturbating right now in the shower. I open the fridge, grabbing the lettuce, some tomatoes, cucumber, and onions. I snoop around, trying to find a cutting board and bowl. Once I’ve set up everything, I turn on my music on my phone, not even noticing anything around me. The scene at the table runs through my mind, playing on rewind. He totally caught the clit in one shot. Who would have fucking thought?

I’m swinging my hips to the song
Cheerleader
when I feel his hand on my hip, his wet hair brushing my shoulder where he puts a kiss.

“I could get used to this.”

“Oh yeah, what is that exactly?”

“You here, with me, shaking that ass, me being able to grab it.”

“If I let you. You’ve got to start the BBQ. I’ll finish the salad.”

He kisses my cheek, grabbing the chicken and going outside, leaving me wanting more.

Supper goes by quickly. Eating outside in the secluded back yard is relaxing. As the night slowly approaches, the tea candle chandeliers are set throughout the yard, giving a beautiful glow.

We are still sitting at the table after the dishes have been cleared, just enjoying the night. He has my feet up into his lap, and it feels like magic, like it was always meant to be. It feels like it’s been him forever, which doesn’t make sense because we just met.

I’m looking at him from where I’m sitting, and I have to say it’s the best view I’ve ever seen. He has thrown on another pair of shorts, this time basketball style, which fall low on his hips. Another T-shirt, this time charcoal color with the A&F stretched across his chest pulling tight, he is leaned back so his T-shirt has risen up a little, just giving you the hint of his abs. It is in that moment that I know I’ll be having my dessert.

I take my feet off his lap, which surprises him.

“I would have you know that I’m a girl who never says no to dessert. Yes, it’s fattening, and yes, I have to bust my ass on the treadmill the next day. But even knowing that, it will be so worth it to have that sweetness, or that tart on my tongue lingering, making my mouth water. It is almost too much to pass up.” I’m now on my knees in front of him, his eyes half hooded, my hands roaming up his legs, landing on his cock, which is slowly coming to life in my hands.

“You should never say no to dessert.”

I make my way past the elastic of his shorts, putting my hand inside, and wrapping it around his cock. He comes to life, his width making my fingers not able to touch.

I pull my hand up and down, all the while watching his eyes. I pull down his pants, freeing him. Leaning forward, I take a swipe of the tip of his cock, licking the little pre-cum that has seeped out.

He is so hard, his cock head is almost purple. He is smooth and soft. I can’t wait for more. I put my mouth on his cock, sucking in. Hearing him groan makes me take more of him in my mouth. I go down till I can’t take him in anymore, his hands in my hair guiding me slowly.

I take my mouth off and slowly lick all the way down his shaft till I get to his balls. Sucking one softly into my mouth while palming his cock up and down, I twist when I get to the head. I can’t get enough of him. I put him back into my mouth, sucking him back in while gripping his base, going up and down. It’s all too much for me with his dick in my mouth. I slip my hand under my skirt, zeroing in on my clit.

Cooper notices my movement. “Is your pussy wet for me?” Not willing to let go of his cock in my mouth, I just moan, continuing my assaults on his cock and my clit. He is almost hitting the back of my throat. He is now full on fucking my mouth, making me want to come with him.

“I’m going to come,” he grunts while thrusting up to meet my mouth. I rub my clit faster while concentrating on him. I want him to come in my mouth. I want him to give me this. I want to know that I gave him that.

“Babe, if you don’t move now...” But while he says that it’s too late. I feel him jerk inside of my mouth, pulsing all down my throat, and I take it. I take every last drop of him, not taking my mouth off till I know he’s done.

He drags me up on his lap, plunging his tongue into my mouth, making me reach up and grab his neck, not ever wanting to stop.

“That was the best sample of dessert I think I ever had,” I finally say, leaning my forehead on his.

“Yeah, I say next time we sample together.”

“That has to be the best idea you’ve ever had. But it’s getting late. I have an early morning client who is a pain in my ass. So I think I better go.”

“A pain in the ass, huh?”

“You have no fucking idea. Thank God he’s hot and has a great ass. Makes the practice a bit more enjoyable.”

“Great ass...what about my cock? I have a great cock.”

“And with that, I’m out.”

I go to stand up, smoothing down my skirt before walking to the side gate.

“Babe, you call me when you get home.”

“
Babe,
it takes me six minutes to get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”

“
Babe,
you get home you call me. End of discussion or I follow you home. Choice is yours.”

“You’re an annoying pain in the ass, have I mentioned?”

“Babe, call.”

I groan and stomp to my car, not before my waist is dragged back, and he kisses me on the lips.

“Had fun, best dessert ever, drive safe. Call me, yeah?”

I sigh. “Fine, I’ll text you when I get home.”

And with that I jump into my Jeep and pull out, leaving him standing there looking at me. I am so not calling him when I get home. It’s the principle. I can’t do what he tells me to do all the time. I’m having this conversation with myself, making myself crazy. I’m so not calling him or texting him. Nope. I am an independent woman. He is not the boss of me. I pull up into my driveway, glaring at my reflection in the mirror.

I’m home. Fuck off.

And with that text I walk inside my house and straight to bed, sleeping better than I have been in the longest time.

The days fly by. We’ve gotten into a routine together. He always meets me in the morning with a cup of coffee, because I can never ever get here before him, and if I’m honest I don’t even fucking try.

He earns his first peck on the lips of the day.

We train for three hours, and I’m always waiting for him when he gets out of the shower. I have to admit I think about him under the water, sometimes tempted to go with him, but I’m not doing that.

It’s now Thursday. I have two days before the kids are back. A topic that has yet to come up with Cooper. I’ve put it in my mind that he doesn’t need to know since this thing is a fling. Our nights are spent pretty much with our hands and mouths attached to each other.

We have yet to have sex, and I’m not sure what the holdup is.

I mean, I know I want him to stick it in me, but we haven’t even been on a date.

“Babe, do you think you can get me someone to do drills with on the ice? Not that you aren’t good, but another guy to shoot to and pass.”

“Umm, yes, I was going to suggest that next week. But I think we can get someone here on Saturday. Would it matter if he’s a student?”

“Is he good, can he keep up?”

“Yeah, he is good, he’s fast, and he was top scorer of his team last year.”

“Then set it up.” He gets ready to hit up the gym.

“Oh, I spoke to Tom. We are going over there tomorrow night, so don’t make plans.”