Page 78 of A Scoring Chance
Cooper releases my hair as I scramble onto his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. He lifts his hips slightly, his cock rocking against my folds as the tip of his cock slides inside me before he pulls back. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I whisper in his ear, gripping his cock in my hand and positioning myself above him. My eyes remain locked on his as I sink onto him. His hand tightens around my hips as he lets out an animalistic groan. The walls of my pussy burn as they stretch around him.
“Are you okay?” he grounds out, exhaling loudly
“More than okay.” I press a kiss to the curve of his jaw as I lift slightly, sinking further down onto his cock. My legs tremble as I slide up and down his cock, adjusting the depth and angle asmuch as possible and rolling my hips as delicious pleasure fills my belly.
“Fuck. This is…” His jaw clenches tightly as he grabs my waist, helping me quicken my pace and bring us both closer to orgasm.
“I know.” I honestly don’t know what he was about to say, but if he’s feeling even a tenth of what I’m feeling, there are no words to describe it. This is unlike any other sexual experience I’ve had in the past, not that I have many to compare this to, but I can definitely say I’ve been ruined for all other men after this moment.
I forget how to breathe as he thrusts deeper inside me, my orgasm rising and swelling like a wave. I bite down on his shoulder as pure pleasure comes crashing over me, my vision turning completely white before I lean my head back and scream his name.
“Ramona,” he growls, thrusting up into me two more times before finding his own release. I feel his cock pulsating deep inside me. “You’re the best fucking thing to ever happen to me.”
I press my ear to his chest, the rapid beating of his heartbeat reverberating through my entire body, making me unable to focus on anything besides the feel of his hands and lips caressing my skin as we come down. We sit there in silence, neither one of us daring to move. I shiver in his arms as a frigid blast of air caresses my sweat-drenched skin, a stark reminder that we’re, in fact, naked in an ice hockey rink.
“Fuck. You’re freezing,” Cooper shouts, sliding out of me with a groan and laying me gently on the bench beside me. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
The small amount of warmth his body was providing disappears for a moment before I feel something sliding over my head, and Cooper’s scent envelops me. My eyes crack open as hisrock-hard ass disappears beneath his sweatpants. “I’d put your jeans back on, but you’re filthy.”
There’s no doubt that my inner thighs are coated with our cum, and I couldn't care less. I want to burn this night into my memory, reliving it every time I close my eyes.
“I’m going to grab some towels and get you cleaned up.” My eyes drop slightly before closing entirely, but the last thing I hear is Cooper kissing my temple and murmuring against my skin. “I’ve already fallen, Beauty. I think I’ve already fallen.”
The next thing I know, I’m bolting straight up in bed, wondering where the fuck I am. How the hell did I go from being half-naked at the ice hockey rink to wearing Cooper’s high school hockey jersey again?
Before the anxiety can take hold, Cooper’s voice washes over me like a soothing balm. “Shhh. Everything is okay.” My shoulders relax immediately, and I melt into his arms as he pulls me back down into the bed. “You passed out on the bench at the rink, and I brought you back to my house. Darius is fine, and Momma is going to sleep in your room so she can keep an eye on him. He hasn’t moved other than to eat and take more pills.”
“How long have I been out?” I blink a few times.
There’s a small nightstand near my head, with the soft glow of a lamp illuminating the room just enough for me to take in all the Timberwolves memorabilia strategically placed around the room. I notice a photo sitting in a place of honor near the nightstand. I squint my eyes, trying to make out all the faces, picking up on Beau and Cooper immediately. There are two other boys, who must be his other two brothers, Cole and Kyle. The bigger of the two is the spitting image of Cooper, and theother is a mixture of both him and Beau. There’s also an older man I’ve never seen before, with a bright smile spread across his face. His arms are wrapped around all the boys, squishing them closer together.
“An hour, give or take. You did wake up briefly to get dressed and to my truck after the ice rink, but you passed out almost immediately when I started driving.”
“Why did you bring me here?” I ask, burrowing further into the mattress. There’s a small part of me that wants to go home and check on Darius, but it seems everyone has everything under control. And another, much larger part of me, is enjoying the time away from responsibilities and just being here with Cooper.
“’Cause I’m selfish. I wasn’t ready for our alone time to end.” He kisses the top of my head, burrowing his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply. “I can take you home if you want. Just say the word.”
“I want to stay here,” I whisper, just as my stomach growls loudly.
“I guess someone is hungry,” he chuckles, throwing the blanket off and swinging his legs off of the bed. “This is a very good thing because Ollie will kill me if we waste one of his carefully prepared meals a second time.”
“Wait, Ollie is here?” I shriek, bolting upright in the bed and pulling the covers to my chin.
“Not anymore. But he came all the way from Portland to cook for us, much to his chagrin. He says we better eat every morsel and report back to him what we thought or we’re never allowed to step foot into his restaurant.”
“He cooked for us again, and you let me sleep? What’s wrong with you?” I shout, clambering out of bed and heading straight for his bedroom door.
Before I know what’s happening, my legs are kicking in the air as Cooper plops me down gently on the bed. “Hold on there, Beauty. Climb back into the bed. I’ll bring dinner to you.”
“I can go to the table,” I mutter, trying to stand a second time, but he gently pushes against the center of my chest, and I fall right back down.
“I know, but I really don’t want you to move from this spot. Just rest, and I’ll bring dinner to you.” Cooper doesn’t move a muscle, waiting patiently for me to move toward the head of the bed.
I could try to get around him, but I doubt I’d get too far. Although eating in bed is a big no-no with Ma, even when we are sick, I’m not at home, so the rules in Cooper’s house go. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
