Page 49 of Driving Beats

While I recover on the bed, Coop opens a nearby drawer, rips open a condom packet, and rolls it over his engorged cock. I want to lick it, swallow it, suck it dry. But he’s sheathed when I finally come out of my stupor. Time for that later.

He looms over me. “Are you ready for me, Nese?”

I open my legs wider. “Test me and find out.”

His eyes sport blown-out pupils. He inserts his finger where I need his cock to go, and puts it to his mouth. His tongue wipes it clean. “You taste mighty fine. I’d say you’re more than ready.” With that, he pushes into my body.

After I adjust to his size, he starts to move inside of me. He’s hard and pounding, exactly how I like it. His lips play with my free nipple. I smile—guess he doesn’t want to leave any stone unturned.

Once again, much faster than usual, an orgasm shimmers beyond my reach. It usually takes a few minutes before I freefall over the cliff, but not with Coop. No sooner does this feeling resurface, than it explodes even brighter than before. My field of vision dissipates to only him and me in his bedroom, wrapped up in each other.

I scream, “I’m coming!”

He thrusts twice more and comes with a roar that puts all other guys to shame. In fact, Coop literally is the definition of sexy. Who knew?

I stroke his sweat-covered back, allowing the muscles to ripple beneath my fingers. He lifts up and looks down at me. Rather than saying anything, he kisses me with lips that say more than any words could. It’s as if he thanked me for the jaw-dropping sex and for getting him off like a rocket. Damn. Right back at you, Coop!

He murmurs something about the condom and rolls off me. He pads to the bathroom—en suite, of course. The water runs in the sink and I stretch. Every square inch of my body feels as if it’s encased in the most exquisite silk. I’m both relaxed and energized, simultaneously.

Walking naked into the room, Coop reappears by the bed. I giggle. This man is amazing! I reach my arms forward and he slips in next to me, hugging me close.

He kisses the top of my head. “That was … awesome. Thank you.”

“Believe me, it’s I who should be thanking you. You’re like five steps beyond. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“I’m glad.”

I want to do it again. I want to roll around this bed, screaming from every corner. I’m up for whatever he’s throwing down.

Coop tucks the blankets around us. “Now, sleep.”

Now, sleep? What? My back bristles. I sit up. “Because we had amazing sex doesn’t mean you can order me around. I thought we had an understanding.”

He sighs. “Yes, we had great sex. No, I’m not trying to control you. However, I need to recover.”

My hackles slip away. He wasn’t trying to tell me what to do. Giggling, I say, “You could have told me you needed a break. After all, you’re not a spring chicken anymore. I’ve read old men can’t get it back up right away.” I pat his shoulder. “I understand.”

He lifts to his elbow. “I am not old.”

My hand snakes down to his semi-hard cock. “Guys I’ve been with before would be raring to go again by now. I rest my case.”

He flops onto his back. “Do not compare me with other men you’ve had in your bed.”

“Okay, Grandpa. So long as you don’t compare me with other women in yours.”

His head swivels on the pillow. “There’s only been Lillian, so you’re safe there.”

I let his words sink in for a moment. “What? How is that even possible? You’re a rockstar, for heaven’s sake. Women throw themselves at the band all the time. You never partook?”

“Nope. I was married.”

“For a second nearly a decade ago.” It’s my turn to sit up. “Don’t tell me you haven’t had sex in ten years.”

He remains silent.

“I’m speechless.” Of course, my next words belie this claim. “I’ve had more sex than you and I’m like half your age. What did that Lillian do to you?”

“You’re not quite that young.”