I wanted Coop.
Scooting backward, I lifted the shirt up and off. The heat of his gaze scorched me as he watched, and then he grinned. “Panties too. Off.”
“Hey now, bossy,” I argued, even if I had a hard time not smiling. “It was my dare, you’re the one who’s supposed to keep it up.”
Clasping my legs, he hauled me forward over the bed, and I flopped onto my back, laughing as he gripped the panties and yanked them right down. “Don’t mind at all doing it myself,” he informed me, and then he just stopped and stared. His shorts hung off his hips, his cock jutting out, red, swollen and thick.
Holy shit, it was thicker than I’d imagined. Dragging my gaze upward, I studied him. Coop’s whole posture had gone rigid, and he ran his thumb back and forth across his lower lip.
I’d seen that look on his face before. He was laying out the plan for what he wanted to do. I was the subject of said plan. My nipples tightened, and I bit my lip as I let my legs spread just a little wider.
When he flicked his gaze up to mine, he wore a delighted little smirk. “Happy birthday to me.”
I groaned. The comment ruptured some of the raw tension and relaxed the tiny flare of unease and embarrassment that stealthed in when I wasn’t looking. This was Coop.
My Coop.
I didn’t have anything to worry about.
“I really don’t know whether to I want to eat you out, or just slide into that pretty pink pussy that I’ve imagined for far longer than should be normal.”
A shudder worked its way up my spine.
“Or ask you to wrap your lips around me, because they’re swollen and puffy from kissing, and you already look like I’ve had you, even if I haven’t…then there’s that gorgeous ass.”
As charmed as I was by the rockiness in his voice as he verbalized his debate, I couldn’t help but be turned on by all of it. Except… “What about my ass?”
“I really want to play with it,” he told me so earnestly that I blinked.
“Like…” I glanced at his cock and then up to him, and he nodded.
“You said no part was off-limits.”
Well, I had but…
“We’ll go slow,” he promised, his rough tone dipping soothingly. “Not tonight. Too many other ways I want to do this. Fuck, Frankie… I’m going to sink into you and blow my load, I know it.”
“It’s your birthday,” I told him, and held out a hand. Seriously, this was Coop. “We have time to do everything.”
His eyes lit up, and then he dug into his pocket. His wallet and a small strip of condoms hit the nightstand. Then he shucked off his shorts and damn, he was so nice to look at. I wanted to devour him with my gaze, even as my palms itched to get my hands on him.
“Truth or dare, Beautiful.” He reached for a condom and pulled it open as I watched.
Licking my lips, I frowned. “It’s still your dare.”
“No, I’m going to do my dare…” He pinned me with a look as he began to work the condom over his cock. “Truth or dare.”
I was pretty sure I’d begun to blush everywhere, but this game and conversation while we were just a foot or so apart and butt-assed naked took on a whole new level.
“Truth.”
“How wet are you?”
Considering he could see me clearly, I wouldn’t think that was a question he needed answered. Then again, that night Archie and I teased each other before our date…
That had been so damn embarrassing when I’d done it then, and I had no idea what came over me. But right now? I knew exactly what I wanted or, I should say, who.
Sliding my hand down chest, I skated it over my abdomen and then slipped it against my pussy. He tracked every movement with his gaze. Emboldened by the way he laser-focused on me, I spread the lips wide and then teased a circle around my clit. The sensation eddied up to add another band of tension. One more slow circuit, I dipped lower and press a finger inside to coat it with moisture and then withdrew it.