Cooper

Asher decided to stop taking so many cases that would put him leaving me for long periods. I could tell that he didn’t want to miss a second of my pregnancy either, but I was starting to get worried about how we would support both of us and the baby on one—cut-in-half—income.

Asher explained to me that he’s been working on some technical jobs the guys at Corps Security needed. He said that, with Maddox not around as much, he’s been taking over for him with his normal duties. I felt a little better knowing that, even when Maddox came back to work, they would be keeping him on full time. He says that business is growing so quickly that they need the extra help.

So here we are. I’m almost unemployed. Asher is starting with the CS crew. And we’re working to start our lives together.

I unlock the door and go to push it open, frowning when it catches on something.

“Uh, Ash?” I holler through the half-cracked door.

“Coming, Sunshine. Hold on. Shit, I’m sorry. I meant to move that.”

I hear some shuffling, sounds of him picking up and dropping something heavy, and then him letting out a tired sigh.

What the hell is going on in there?

When he swings the door open, all thoughts fly out of my head. His wearing just a pair of basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. His bare chest, chiseled muscles, and sweaty skin are just begging for my hands.

I drop the mail in my hands, my purse hanging heavily in the crook of my arm, and all but attack. He laughs against my lips but lets me lead the show. My hand is pushing between the waistband of his shorts before the door even closes behind us. His groan is swallowed between my lips, and I moan at how hard and velvety he is in my hand. Thick and heavy with his arousal. I drop to my knees, ignoring his protest, and take him as deep as I can. His girth makes it hard for me to take him as far into my mouth as I wish I could. I decide to work with his swollen head, moving both of my fists in sync with my mouth, working him up to the point that his hands are both fisted in my hair and his substantial panting is falling down to my ears.

Knowing that I’m bringing this much pleasure to him is all the encouragement I need to keep going. I lick and suck, nibble and tease, caress his heavy sac, and the whole time, I can feel my body starting to heat. That familiar burn takes over my system and begs for release. I hum when I shift and the seam in my jeans rubs against my sensitive clit.

Holy shit, I could come right now—just from sucking his cock.

“Chelcie, I want to be inside that perfect pussy when I come, coating your tight-ass cunt with a part of me, and marking your body. Fuck, Sunshine, just the thought of your slick heat dripping down my cock as me ready to blow. Lean up, baby.”

I release his cock with a loud pop and take his hand when he helps me stand. He doesn’t waste a second, his lips slamming down on mine with a teeth-clashing brutality that has my pussy screaming for fulfillment.

“I-I… Fuck, I need you!” I scream when his hand moves to cup my pussy.

“I know what you need,” he rumbles.

My pussy clenches at his voice.

God, I need him.

He picks me up, careful not to jostle me too much, and takes off to the bedroom. Standing me up next to the bed, he slowly peels my clothes from my body. His lips, tongue, and teeth create a trail of fire across my skin, and when he takes one of my heavy breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples roughly before closing his lips around the peek, I know I’m seconds away from coming. And I damn sure want to be with him when I do.

Pushing away at his shoulders, enjoying the look of shock when he falls back on the mattress, I finish stripping the rest of my clothes from my body.

When I’m completely naked, I take my hand and run it through my wet folds. His eyes darken and a rumble vibrates from his chest, causing my fingers to wet even more. I kneel, straddling his trim hips, and move my hand back to my pussy, opening my lips for him to see just how much I need him. His snarl is the fuel to my fire. Dipping two of my pink-tipped fingers deep into my pussy, I throw my head back and whimper. Curling my fingers, I hit that perfect spot deep within my body that causes my hips to rock forward, and I feel his hard erection bobbing against my arm, begging that I move and let him in.

Wanting to see just how long he’s going to let me have the driver’s seat, I continue to fuck myself with my fingers, alternating between pumping them deep and swirling around my clit. I don’t want to make myself come, so I avoid pressing against the one spot begging for it. My fingers are coated; I can feel my wetness starting to pool where my palm is cupped against my lips as my two digits pump slowly.

“Give them to me,” he barks. “Fucking give them to me,” he spits coarsely through clenched teeth.

I make a show of slowly pulling my fingers out of my body, walking my fingers up his body, tracing each defined ab, twirling around each nipple, before I finally give him what he wants. The second my fingers are within reach, he leans forward and takes them between his lips. His tongue curls around them, and he sucks in an intoxicating rhythm that has me panting and stars starting to pop in my vision.

He releases my fingers. His teeth nipping my fingertips right when I’m almost free of his mouth has me moaning again, rocking my hips forward on his cock.

“Take me inside you, Sunshine. Ride my cock until you come.” His face is pulled tight, his arousal burning me in his sapphire stare.

Lifting up, I guide his thick cock inside and begin to do just as he demanded. I ride him hard. My hands start off on my tits as I gain speed, but when it becomes apparent that I need help steading myself, his hands come forward and help me move from their grasp on my hips. I move my hands back and brace myself on his muscular thighs. I bounce, rock, roll, and grind against him, my wetness echoing along with the slapping of our skin.

“Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking tight. Your walls are milking my cock, Sunshine. Fucking begging for my come.” His fingers dig in, and I’m almost sure I’ll bruise from the pressure. It is delicious. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he warns.

I just hum my response, too close to my own completion to speak. Sensing my closeness, he takes one of his hands and moves it to my throbbing clit, pinching it roughly before he gives me a light slap against my lips. And just like that, I come with a ferociousness I never knew possible. By the time I stop screaming his name—and God only knows what else—I loosen the hold my fingers have on his legs and lean forward.

I can tell he hasn’t come yet. His face is flushed, lips drawn in so tight that they’re turning white around the creases. His eyes though—they’ve become so dark that they have that navy color I love so much. I lean up, slowly take him all the way to the root, and rock my hips, and we both let out a heavy breath when he swells even more within me.