Page 19 of Interception

“I guess I should be glad I swallowed most of your swimmers earlier.” He lets out a chuckle before turning to face me.

“You’re on the pill, though. We’re covered, right? You said you were on the pill.”

“Calm down, Coop. Yes, I’m on the pill. You have not planted your seed deep in the heart of my womb. The jizz comment was a joke, plus it’s also true. I was a trooper back there, I swallowed. That’s a compliment of the highest order.”

“Fucking hot as hell is what it was. I think I showed my gratitude. How do you taste so good? Do you shower in maple syrup or something? Seriously, I could lick you out all day long.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I pull the bedsheet over myself, but Coop is quick to tug it off me.

“No covering up. I want to look at you.”

“You’re bossy.”

“It’s called manly, not bossy.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just want to stare at my tits.”

“I’m an equal opportunities voyeur. I want to see your tits, your face, your legs, your ass.” I turn into his side, resting my head on his chest. His heart is still racing, but there’s something strangely relaxing about having his arm around my shoulder.

“The indestructible Zoey… what’s your last name?”

“Smooth. Real smooth. It’s Porter. Zoey Porter. You really should get a girl’s last name before you ride her bareback.”

“It’s not like you were asking my last name.”

“Danford.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Not fair. My name is plastered on my jersey. And you probably have my Titans poster in here somewhere, so you can flick one out now and again. Am I right?”

“Not even close. You’re right, though. I knew your last name before we met, so I guess I can’t fault you on that one.”

“I do have a question, though.”

“What? Don’t get shy now. You just fucked me seven ways till Sunday.”

“Why did you let me fuck you without a condom? You barely know me, and you’ve gone out of your way to avoid me this week. God, I only got to speak to you through a fucking burner phone. What’s the deal, Zee? Was it that bad at my place?”

“That’s a shitload of questions.” I trace circles on his chest, suddenly uncomfortable with the level of intimacy between us.

“Condom? You could’ve sent me out the door to the local drugstore. Why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t want to wait.”

“You’ve been making me wait all week. You didn’t even want to speak to me.”

“I changed my mind. It’s a woman’s prerogative.”

“Seriously, Zee. Why did you shut me out? I thought we had a good time.”

“Is this where we get all warm and fuzzy and share our feelings? I’m not down for that.”

“Fucking hell. Don’t worry, I’m not professing my love for you or anything. I just thought after you showing up on my doorstep and fucking me for days on end, I might take you out for dinner or a few drinks. That we could have a few laughs together. I wasn’t planning on giving you my letterman jacket and asking you to go steady. You’re so combative.” He slips out from under me, reaching for his jeans.

“So, you just fuck me and leave?”

“Are you hearing yourself? You literally fucked me and then left, then avoided me like the plague until you thought I was hooking up with some random Instagram wannabee. I figure I’ll just get out before you make me feel completely unwelcome. Oh wait, you already did that.”

“Don’t go. I don’t want you to leave. God, your cum is literally trickling down my leg. You’re not going to make me chase you to the door with jizz legs, are you?” That gets a hint of a smile, which he quickly shuts down.

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