Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) (9 page)

“Why not?” I force my body back onto his — I’m surprisingly strong for my size — and start to nibble on his ear. “You’ve never refused me before.” I reach out and stroke Cooper’s cock through his shorts. It feels as long as I remember. “I can tell that you want me.”
 

“Of course I want you, but this is surprising. I need to think, and want to talk.”
 

I start rubbing my ass against his dick, hungry to get it inside me.

“You’re all sexed up, Liza. Not that that’s new. But I think you need to slow.”
 

“Why?”
 

Cooper is starting to frustrate me.

“Because, Liza … ”
 

There’s something Cooper’s not saying.
 

“What is it?” I continue to nibble. “Why won’t you fuck me?”
 

“I will fuck you, Liza. And OHMYGOD I totally want to. I just want to talk for a few minutes —
 
first. What’s wrong with that?”
 

“Nothing, I guess. I just don’t know why you’d want to talk when you can fuck me now and still talk later.” I whisper, and blow hot breath in his ear. “Wouldn’t it feel good to empty your barrel, Cooper?” I run my hand along his cloth-covered shaft. Don’t you want to get me on the table and plow my cumbox until your warm milk runs down my legs?”
 

“Come on, Liza!” he says, then stands from his chair.
 

I point to his tented pants. “You’re really saying you don’t want to fuck me?”
 

“When’s the last time you’ve had something to eat?” he asks, deflecting. “No offense, Liza, but you look like shit. I mean, totally fucking hot. But empty, and oversexed. All I’m saying, Liza, is that yeah, I think about you a lot. I’m sure more than you think about me. I’ve imagined this moment, or one a lot like it, more times than I can count. Now that it’s here, which I never expected, I want things to feel right.”
 

“Wow,” I say. “That’s so girly.”
 

“Yup. That’s me: girly.”
 

“You’re right,” I say. “And I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
 

It’s true. I didn’t realize the truth until Cooper said it, but I’m totally empty. I had a little last night during a brief pause for food, but nothing today besides a banana, which I only ate when playing with Jenny, and the vodka and OJ before we had sex.
 

I set my hand on Cooper’s shoulder and look him in the eye. “Why don’t we go to the sunroom and eat? I’m being stupid. You’re right, we should catch up first.”
 

“Great,” Cooper says. His face and body relax. “I’ll grab us something to eat and meet you in a few minutes. Cool?”
 

“Cool,” I say, though the only thing I’ll be eating a few minutes from now is his dick. Food can come later.
 

First, like it or not, my first boyfriend is going to fill me with seed.

Better Than Talking

This is fucking perfect.
 

Poor Cooper never stood a chance.
 

He comes out to the sun porch, and I’m already naked. I’ve lost my tiny, blue skirt, and am now sprawled across the table.
 

He was right: The wood is soft, and warm against my skin.
 

Cooper is sweet: He’s brought us a feast, and is precariously balancing two trays, each piled with breads and fruits, two tall glasses of orange juice, and a small bowl of whipped cream.
 

“That’s so thoughtful,” I say, looking up at Cooper, and twirling strands of my hair. “But can we start with something besides food?”
 

I giggle, spreading my legs to show him my soaking hole, hoping he won’t make me wait long before he puts something inside it.
 

“Please, Cooper,” I purr. “I’ll talk all you want. After. But right now I’m horny as fuck, and need you. I want you to give me what I came here to get.”
 

“How can you be horny as fuck, Liza? You said you were just at Leigh’s. This is about power, not desire.”
 

“Not true,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m supposed to explore my feelings and wants. Right now I
feel
like I
want
you. So, what do you say, Cooper — will you fuck me? Or should I start using my fingers to take care of myself?”

I part my legs wider, run my fingers up my lips, then show him my glistening digits. I whisper, “
Please,
Cooper.”
 

He strips his shirt without a word and drops it on the floor.
 

He approaches the table, stops at the edge, and looks down on my naked body. I look up at his muscled frame, and into his eyes.
 

He’s still as stunning as he was in high school, but older, with more maturity in his face, even if there’s no more meat on his bones. “Be right back,” he says, then disappears. When Cooper returns, less than a minute later, he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses.
 

“OK,” I laugh. “Fair enough. You don’t even have to take them off.”
 

I flip on the table so my stomach is flush to the wood. Cooper sets his right hand on my shoulder and starts brushing my hand as it descends to his linen-covered cock. I feel his dick through the fabric, then hook my fingers into his waistband and tug down his pants.
 

I start laughing.

“You still tan your dick!”
 

“I don’t tan my dick,” Cooper says, looking embarrassed. “I’m just out here naked a lot. That’s what happens.”
 

“You totally tan your dick,” I repeat, pulling it out of his pants, lightly stroking it, and taking it from hard to harder as I make myself wetter.
 

He brushes my cheeks with his knuckles as I suck him. There’s something sweet about having his dick in my mouth, so wonderfully familiar. I love his taste and texture, and the memories that come with them. His dick is like no other I’ve had. Not just because it’s tan. It’s long and skinny like Cooper. Nothing but muscle, like the rest of his body. I remember the times and places I’ve had it inside me, mostly in his sprawling pad, but there were plenty of others, too, including It’s a Small World.
 

Cooper’s parents let him move to the guesthouse two weeks after his 16 birthday, six months after we started dating. He was my first boyfriend. Even after we broke up, I came here often. I was 19 the last time Cooper and I were together.
 

No longer shy, and clearly wanting to stick his dick in my warm and wet places, Cooper grabs himself and starts swishing his dick in my mouth. I purse my lips tighter and slide down his shaft.
 

 
He moans as I blow him. Now that I have him, I’m not in a hurry. My licks are slow. Between each lap or deep throated swallow, I look up at Cooper and catch his eyes, to make sure they’re on mine.
 

They always are.
 

Cooper stands ramrod straight, his long pole pointing out from his middle, and into my mouth. I suck slowly, fast, then back to slow. His moans match my tempo.
 

I push my pussy to the wood. I’m hot and starving. I would love to attack him, but want him to feel the control.
 

I lift my legs behind me. My body’s flat, knees straight at the back, ankles crossed up top. Cooper sets his hand at the back of my head and starts pushing my face onto his dick.

I love this so much
.
 

Richard’s rarely aggressive. Cooper often was. I’m thrilled — and soaking — to see he still is. He’s fucking my mouth like a pussy, thrusting faster and wanting to cum. There’s no way I can let him yet, so I reclaim control.
 

I slide my lips from Cooper’s cock and rise from the table to kiss him. This seems to catch him off guard, but he kisses me back: long and sweet in a way that seems to say,
I’ve missed you.

He’s done this a few times already, but somehow, after my dick is in his mouth, it seems not just out of place, but out of character. I feel suddenly confused, and my head is swimming.
 

Most of my thoughts have stopped making sense.
 

“Cooper?” I manage, in mostly a pant.

“Yes?”
 

His ridiculous sunglasses annoy me. I granted permission but wish that I hadn’t. I want to see into Cooper’s eyes.

“Will you eat my pussy like you used to?”

Cooper grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He lowers my frame to the table, my back to the wood. I part my legs for his face, sticking my left into the air. He extends his tongue and wags it, teasing me like he used to.

I shiver, my sticky inner thighs catching a slight breeze as the hot sun bakes my body. I brace, anticipating the shock of Cooper’s tongue in my middle.

 
I’m electric as he touches my clit. He’s as good as ever, probably better. I’m more spoiled from what I’ve had since, especially Richard, who eats pussy as if it was sold by the ounce.
 

Cooper eats my cunt like a puppy, getting slobber all over my skin.
 

He finishes flicking, clamps his lips over my cunt, and starts to suck me. He fills my body with shivers and need. I writhe on the tabletop, rubbing my ass on the wood as he nuzzles my middle, moving back and forth across my slippery slit as he reaches up to fondle my tits.
 

He starts twisting my nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching, pulling and tugging it away from my breast. His pinching is in perfect time with his flicking. That makes me push my pussy harder against his face.

I need Cooper to fill me; I can’t take much more of his beautiful, torturous teasing. His hands leave my breasts, and he gives more of his mouth to my pussy, clamping harder and sucking faster.

I start fondling my tits, not roughly like Cooper, but enough to make my moaning consistent. I want to wrap my legs around his head, like I’m a predator and he’s my prey.
 

“Push your face deeper!” I order.

Cooper does, and I scream, pushing my pelvis hard to his mouth, practically slamming it against him. He makes long laps to drive me crazy, spearing his tongue into my pussy, applying pressure, and dragging it up to the top.
 

He does this many times, circling the edge of my orgasm. I finally scream, “OK, Cooper: I need you to fuck me.”
 

He laughs and stands. I feel his throbbing as he places his pulsing tip to my flaring pussy hole.

I growl, “Don’t make me wait!”
 

He teases me, despite my pleading. Holding himself by the base, Cooper drags his dick along my slit, up, down, side to side, around in small circles. Everywhere but in.

“Please,” I beg.”I’ll give you whatever you want, we can talk until morning. We can fuck again later, as much as you want. But I need you to pound me. Right now, Cooper. I
need
you to fuck me as hard as you can. Go without stopping. Flip me over and fuck me from behind. Can you do that for me, Cooper?”
 

He grunts, says nothing, then starts fucking me fast enough to kill all my words. I shake on the table, preparing to cum.
 

He grabs my leg from the top of my thigh and starts pulling my body back toward his spearing cock, gaining speed by the second.

He reaches up, grabs my tits, then uses them as handles to push himself deeper. I surprise myself by yelling, “Cooper, I need you to kiss me!”
 

He practically falls on my body, brings his hand to my head, and pushes it toward his mouth. We kiss while he’s fucking me faster. I fall to the table, writhing.

I moan, screaming and shaking. He grunts as he fucks me.

Pleasure bristles my skin as I scream.
 

I’m surprised by how well Cooper still knows my body. I suppose it makes sense, I certainly know his: how to push my pussy onto his dick like I used to, so it pushes the same sputtering moan from his chest, up his throat, and out of his mouth.
 

I finish my orgasm, and Cooper pulls out. He grabs his dick, and rubs it all over my folds. A tease before he shoves it back, and fucks me into another, almost immediate orgasm.

“I love how you fuck me, Cooper. Rail me like high school! Fuck me like you used to.”
 

Cooper grunts: “I’ll fuck you like I always do inside my head!”
 

“Do you jack off when you think about me?”
 

“All the time!”
 

“What do you think of?”
 

“Cumming in your mouth!”
 

“Where else?”
 

“On your face!”
 

“Where else?”
 

“In your ass! And all over your back!”