Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Chapter Eleven

Cooper

It’d take a fucking saint to not to act on the promise she’s giving me with her actions, with her kiss, and with the damn look in her eyes. I’m definitely no saint.

When her tongue wraps around my finger, my damn cock jerks in my pants, throbbing. It’s when she sucks on my finger, pulling the chocolate from it, those gorgeous eyes of hers locked on me, the color reminding me of molten liquid, that I lose my battle.

“You’re killing me, Jo,” I groan.

I grab her hair roughly in my hand, wrapping it around my fingers. Pulling her head back. Her lips make a popping noise as the suction she had on my finger releases. She’s startled, but there’s still that heavy-lidded look of desire of her face.

“Cooper,” she whispers and I’m gone. I can’t hold back anymore. I thought I could control what happens with Jo. I thought I could be in charge, but I forgot to recognize the kind of effect this woman has on me.

Desire for me.

I don’t stop myself as I press my mouth against hers, knowing I’m being rough, knowing I’m bruising those thick, luscious lips of hers, but unable to stop myself. It’s a ferocious kiss, full of hunger and need. The instant my tongue thrusts into her mouth, hers is right there, tangling with mine, warring, dueling. She whimpers and I swallow the noise. Her hands reach out to hold on to me. I feel her nails bite into the flesh on my back.

Tight little daggers that I want to mark me as I’m thrusting my cock deep inside of her.

God, she’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever had on my lips and tongue. I have to wonder just how good that hot little pussy of hers will be. Once I get my head buried between her legs, I may never come up for air.

“Cooper,” she moans, pulling away to look at me.

I continue my kissing along the side of her neck, sucking the soft flesh, letting my stubble scratch against her sensitive skin. She tilts her head, giving me more access.

“That feels so good,” she whispers.

“I need to taste you, Jo,” I mumble, my hands already going to the button on her pants. “I have to taste you.”

Her body goes still and I force myself to stop and look at her. I see the need and want in her gaze, but I also see the indecision. If I do this, it will be because she wants it—because she asks me to. Whatever this is with Jo is too important not to have her with me every step of the way.

“Cooper…”

“Yes or no, sunshine. This has to be your choice. I’m not asking you to let me fuck you tonight. I know you’re not ready for that. I’m just asking you to let me make you feel good. Let me give you pleasure. Let me taste you.” I see the way her pupils dilate with her lust. “Will you let me do that?” I ask her, and feel like I’m hanging on the edge of a fucking cliff while I wait for her answer.

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Jo

I knowwhat I want to say, but the words are lodged in my throat.

I’m aroused, almost embarrassingly so. My pussy is wet, my nipples these hard, little pebbles underneath my shirt. I have no doubt Cooper can see them poking through the material. In fact, I see him gaze down. He sees how excited I am; how much I need him. He’d be blind not to. He still remains silent, but a deep rumble leaves him.

Take me.

Fuck me.

That’s what I want to say, demand, but I’m also hesitant. I don’t just want to throw myself in bed with Cooper. That would be bad news for both of us, mainly because my emotions would cloud everything.

They already are.

That is the truth. My emotions for Cooper are so far gone, I don’t even know how they’ve gotten away from me so quickly.

“Cooper,” I whisper, the words playing on my tongue, ready to sail forth. I want him in my bed, between my thighs. I want him taking my virginity, but this is moving so fast, far quicker than I’m comfortable with.

Say it.

He wants to make me feel good, so what can it hurt?

My heart is beating so fast, so hard. I am so nervous. Can he tell? No doubt.

“I can see it on your face,” he says gruffly. “You want this but you’re afraid of your feelings. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I find myself nodding.

“Let me make you feel good, Jo. Let me make you come all over my face. That’s as far as it will go tonight. It’ll be all about you. Only you.” His body is pressed right to mine now, the hard outline of his erection digging against my belly. “Say it, baby. Don’t be afraid.” He cups my cheeks and I inhale deeply. “I’ll take real good care of you.”

“Yes,” I find myself saying instantly, needing this, not caring about the repercussions, about how things will play out in the morning.

He groans and leans in to bury his face in the crook of my neck, rubbing the tip of his nose up the side of my throat, making me moan from the soft touch.

He pulls back before I can let myself get fully absorbed in the feeling of his stubble against my flesh. Cooper has my hand in his and is leading us out of the room.

“Where are we going?” It’s not like he knows his way around my house but the purposeful strides make me feel like he’s in charge, like he knows exactly where he’s going.

“I need you on a bed. No way I’m enjoying you in a kitchen or on a fucking couch.”

My pulse jackknifes with his words.

I find myself directing him to my room, and once we are in there he lets go of my hand and shuts the bedroom door.

“The light, baby, turn it on,” he says, the tone of his voice deeply sexual. I go over to the bedside table and turn on the lamp. A soft glow fills the room. “I want to see you when I eat your fucking pussy out.”

Good. God.

I could get off from his words alone.

Cooper is in front of me a moment later, but not before I spot the way his jeans are tented, the massive outline of his cock pressing against the material. My mouth dries at the knowledge of what it would feel like to have that in me, to have his cock stretching me.

To have him taking my virginity.

“You should probably take your pants and panties off, Jo. Because if I do it, I’m liable to tear the fucking things off and destroy them.”

God, he’s so masculine. The way his voice is pitched lower, his arousal clearly taking over, turns me on like nothing else.

I undo the button of my jeans with shaking hands, then pull the zipper down. Every part of me is tense, nervous, as I pull my pants and panties down my legs before kicking them off and to the side. The shirt I’m wearing is a little longer, hiding the most intimate part of me from Cooper. But I can see the way he looks down, how he lifts his hand up to run his palm along his mouth.

“Lift it up, baby,” he all but groans out.

I reach down slowly and grip the hem of the material, pulling it up and showing him my pussy and lower belly.

For a second he doesn’t move, just stands there, staring, his cock so damn big and hard, I wonder if it’s possible for it to tear through his jeans.

He’s in front of me a second later, cupping the side of my neck and leaning in to kiss me at the same time he walks us backward. The bed stops our movements, and Cooper uses his body to push me back. Our lips break away as I fall backward, my hair fanning out across the comforter. I stare up at him, licking my lips, this whole situation seeming surreal.

And then he’s sinking to his knees, placing his hands on my inner thighs, and pushing my legs open.

His warm breath blows across my bare folds, and when he frames my pussy with his big hands, pulling my lips apart, I feel even more exposed. His swallow is audible, and the groan that follows is deep and filled with an arousal that matches my own frantic one.

“God, Jo. You’re gorgeous.” I rise up an inch to see his eyes are closed, his hands clenched tightly around my thighs. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby. I need to taste you. All of you.”

Oh, God.

I don’t even hesitate to do what he says. And then he grips the back of my knee and pulls it up and out. I’m obscenely open for Cooper at this point, and I find that even more of a turn-on.

His mouth is suddenly on my pussy, his tongue parting my folds as he eats me out almost violently. I feel my arousal climb even higher in a matter of seconds.

Cooper dips his tongue into my body. He fucks me with that muscle, his teeth scraping along my sensitive flesh, bringing me closer to climax.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs against my soaked flesh.

He presses his thumb to my clit and I can’t help but come right then and there. My arousal is so high that I couldn’t stop myself from going over the edge even if I wanted to.

A low cry leaves me, and I can’t help myself from spearing my hands in his hair and shamelessly grinding my pussy into his face, against his mouth. This isn’t like me. I’m a virgin, so inexperienced it’s almost embarrassing. But right now, I am letting him mouth-fuck me like I’m a fiend.

His deep groan sends vibrations through my clit, and little shockwaves of pleasure slam into me, prolonging my release.

My high starts to come down and I exhale roughly. He gives my pussy one last long lick and then he is pulling away, causing me to suck in a gasp of air.

“Look at me, Jo,” he orders and I rise up on shaking arms, bracing my upper body on my elbows as I stare at him.

His mouth is glossy because of me. Cooper leans forward and captures my mouth with his, forcing his tongue between my lips, making me taste myself on him.

He pulls away far too soon and I’m left feeling bereft, needing more.

“This is just us getting started, Jo. When I do fuck you, when I make you mine, there’s no going back.”

I have no doubts about that.