Page 91 of Can We Just Be Happy Now?

I swipe my finger over her, turned on even more by how ready she is for me again. “Fuck, you’re wet,” I curse under my breath and her hand still on top of mine puts pressure against me until my finger slips barely inside. I overpower her, pulling my hand away. She whines at the loss of contact but stops when she realizes I’m not done with her yet. I lift her by her hips and set her on the counter, reminding myself again that we shouldn’t be together. But I can’t bring myself to not take advantage of the girl in front of me, to not act on the image of her naked in that picture and the one of her coming undone for me on the dryer that's been seared into the back of my brain for months.

At this point, I’m fueled by both love and hate–you couldn’t pay me enough to shut this down.

I kneel on the hardwood floor in front of her, pushing her legs over my shoulders and grabbing her ass to slide her to the edge of the tile counter. My tongue swipes from her entrance to her swollen clit, tasting our combined release. She lets out the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Her back arches with her moan, and I glance up as she bites into her lip, her head tipping back. God, I love the control I have over her.

I suck her clit and her hands fly to my hair, gripping the strands, begging for more. It’s nearly impossible for me to not give this girl anything she wants. I drag my tongue the length of her again and circle her clit with the tip. The way she squirms and her legs locking around my neck only makes me want her more. I tease her entrance with flicking licks, her sweet moans music to my ears.

I spread her with my thumbs before twisting my tongue inside her. Fuck. I can’t help but groan against her, the vibrations eliciting a rare curse from my sweet girl’s lips. God, I love her.

“Cooper,” she chokes out my name, making my dick twitch. She murmurs her next words to herself and I can’t make out whether she says, “I love you,” or, “this.”

I have a short lived battle in my brain–debating whether to try and likely fail in a relationship or push her away in self-preservation. I choose neither option for now, plunging my finger deep inside her as I suck her sensitive skin.

Sophie shakes around me, her grip on my hair tight enough to pull me closer. I glance up as pure ecstasy takes over her features. I alternate short licks near her opening and sucking on her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, working them inside her as she pulses around me. The way she lets me consume her, I would eat her every morning for fucking breakfast if she was mine.

When she’s come down enough, I stand, careful with her as I lay her back against the tile and climb onto the counter, needing release from the girl under me. It feels like I’m suffocating and she’s my only source of air. It’s intoxicating in a way I equally love and hate.

She loops her arms around my neck, pulling my lips to hers, greedy for a kiss. “You’re so good at that,” she murmurs against my lips.

“There’s a lot of things I’m good at.” I can’t help but grin as I push inside of her again. She bites my lip hard, inviting me to play rough.

I thread one hand through her wet hair, bracing myself with my elbow on the counter. With the other, I roll her nipple between two fingers before palming her whole breast roughly. Goddamn, she’s hot.

“Are you this wet for everyone, Sophie?” I breathe into her ear, and she shakes her head against me. “Answer me with words.”

“Only you make me like this,” she chokes out in a whisper, nearly paralyzed as I pound into her.

“You will be the fucking death of me, Sophie Porter.” I groan. Even though I just came, I’m not going to last much longer. I’m like a teenager when it comes to her.

“You feel so good inside me, Cooper,” she says, still in a post-orgasm semi-sedated state. “You’re so deep.” Her eyes lock on mine as I drive into her. “Come for me.”

Fuck.

I slam into her harder, and faster, her hands moving to grip the edges of the counter to counteract my movement. “Come for me, Cooper,” she chokes out again, and it does me in. A wave of relief shoots through me as I come–like six months’ worth of tension has been released. Tingles prickle my skin and my thoughts blur. I can’t do this. Holy fuck, how am I going to let her go again? I need to get out of her and out of here. I ruin the enjoyment of the tail end of my orgasm by pulling out and hopping off the counter like it’s on fire. My abruptness startles Sophie, and she sits, confused and immediately closes her legs.

Tears well in her eyes, and I force myself to look away. Once they slide down her face, it’ll be that much harder for me to walk away. As I bend to pick up my shirt, I catch her arms folding over her middle. As I find my shorts, she slips off the counter and struggles tugging her dress over her head.

“What just happened?”

I yank my shorts on, unsure what I’ll say.

“Cooper.” Her voice is full of worry. I don’t make eye contact. “Cooper, look at me,” she yells.

“What?” I reluctantly bring my eyes to hers, attempting to remain as neutral as possible.

“Don’t do this,” she cries.

“Do what?” I feign oblivion.

“Pull away from me. You can’t deny that,” she flings her hand wildly at the kitchen counter, “meant something. You can’t tell me there isn’t something special between us.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I’m not dumb enough to think this changes anything.”

“But you said–”

“Anything I said while I was inside of you doesn’t mean shit. After all this time, you’re still playing me. It’s time to tie a knot in our yo-yo string. I’m done. We’re done.”

“Fuck you, Cooper.”

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