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He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, obviously adjusting himself, but his gaze never leaves my mouth. Licking his lips as if starving, he grabs my hand to stop its teasing and clears his throat. “Oh, I think you know exactly what you’re doing. And you better be careful.”
“Or what?” I lick my lips, too. I am loving this game. And loving how crazy it’s making him. I arch my back a little, forcing my breasts to strain against my blouse.
“Or this.” He slides out of his seat and pulls me out of mine and into a nearby restroom, locking the door behind us.
“Cooper, what are you doing?” I barely get the words out before my skirt is pushed up and my thong is ripped off, his fingers finding me already wet and eager for him.
“Fucking hell, Sloane. You know perfectly well what you do to me.” My wrists get trapped above me as he presses me into the door, his erection pushing into my hip. All the while, he deftly plays and preps me. “And now you’re going to see what happens when you play with fire.”
I don’t have a chance to take a breath before he steals a kiss from me, and then he’s kneeling down, propping my heels on the counter, and his mouth sucking my clit. With his fingers curved and persistent, the orgasm that overtakes me is sudden and explosive. I’m not ready for it. I’ve never come so fast before. I have to bite down hard on my lip so I don’t cry out. And while I have my hands in his hair curling into fists as the pulses shoot through me in waves, his tongue continues to pleasure me.
Just as I think the sensation is coming to a close, there’s a knock on the door behind me. But Cooper doesn’t stop. I start to panic and try pulling on his hair to stop, but he is not moving. In fact, he’s looking up at me, and his eyes are smiling. The sight of him going down on me while I know there’s someone only inches away on the other side of the door is so fucking hot I start to come again.
Sparks flash behind my eyes as the orgasm hits, and another knock on the door pushes me over the edge. And this time, I can’t keep quiet. But as I inhale, Cooper sticks a finger in my mouth before I cry out. I’m tempted to bite down, but suck on his fingers instead as the ripples flow through my body, making me shake.
“Occupied,” Cooper yells, and whoever it is goes away for the time being. Then to me, he says, “God damn, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”
He stands and kisses me deeply while his hand still works me, drawing out my tremors even longer. I reach down to grab his cock, but he maneuvers out of reach.
“What are you...”
“Uh uh. This was to show you what I could do to you, baby.” His warm breath in my ear almost gets me started again. “And that’s just an appetizer. We’ll have to wait for the main course until I get you home.” He pockets my ruined thong, but the soft kiss that lands on my forehead is even more unexpected.
My knees are weak, and I’m nearly breathless as we head back into the central part of the restaurant after cleaning up. Several pairs of knowing eyes watch us as we take our seats, but I don’t care.
This has become my absolute favorite restaurant.
thirty-nine
No Longer Broken
Cooper
The night of the concert at Rhapsody Foundation is strange for me, not only because we’ll be playing a small acoustic set but because I will actually have students performing. I imagine this is what a proud parent feels when their child participates in a recital, a school play, or a talent show. Every time one of my students performs, I find myself standing with my chest puffed out and feeling like I’m ten feet tall. It’s the oddest fucking feeling in the world.
After each performance, I am the loudest person cheering, even though I’m on the side of the stage, and their actual parents or guardians are probably out in the audience. I’ve seen how hard these kids have worked and how far they’ve come in just a few months. Every single one of them impressed me.
Even Ethan impressed me, though he isn’t here. He was admitted to a facility to deal with his emotional issues. I was happy to learn that he accepted the help that was offered to him, and I hope it works out for him. I wasn’t lying when I told him he was talented. Someday, he will be a famous musician; he’s got that much talent. We’ll see if he can handle it better than I did. I will definitely be keeping a close eye on how he does.
When it comes time for Penny to perform her song, I give Sloane a quick hug and a kiss before she steps out onto the stage with her. As she takes her seat at the piano, she glances up at me, and I point to myself with a nod as I mouth the words, ‘Look at me.’ She nods back with a deep breath before launching into the music.
I’ve heard them sing the song during rehearsals, but there’s always something different that happens when you see a finished performance as it happens in front of an audience. It takes on a life of its own and somehow becomes more poignant, targeted, and meaningful than it did when they were just practicing. The words hit harder. The emotion is stronger. The melody is more haunting. It becomes larger than life. And this song is no different.
While not as strong as Sloane’s, Penny’s voice has an eerily haunting quality that is almost ethereal in nature. Something about it makes you lean in a little closer, and strain a little more to hear what she’s saying. Grabbing an audience’s attention like that with just your voice is something money can’t buy. Add on top of that the lyrics ripping your heart out, and you’ve got a performance that will never be forgotten by anyone who sees it.
When the song ends, they don’t even finish the last note before everyone is on their feet, applauding and cheering. I see a few people wiping tears from their eyes. That’s the kind of connection with an audience every musician longs for and works toward. That’s the kind of response every songwriter wants to elicit from a listener.
Sloane catches my eye as they take their bows, and aside from the relief I see, I think she may have just beaten her phobia of performing. At least, I hope so. She is way too talented to never perform again. Yes, she’s excellent at what she does at the Foundation, and she’s doing a lot of good for a lot of kids, but Sloane Castle belongs on stage. Convincing her of that is going to be the challenge. She is one stubborn woman, and unless she can do things on her own terms, it’s not going to happen.
Murderous Crows goes on last, and we play a handful of songs. This event was not about us, and we’re only here to raise money. So, we thought it would be cool to have some of the students in the program join us on stage. Penny joined us for the song ‘Good Company’ that Jake wrote for Cassidy a while ago. Her harmonies with his voice are so interesting we are including her on the new album. We might all be witnessing the beginning of a huge career for Penny in the music business.
After the concert, there is a bit of a meet and greet with some of the parents, which is even weirder than the concert itself. It’s a dynamic I never envisioned for myself, that’s for sure. Sloane must know how strange it is for me because after everyone clears out, she teases me about it.
“So, should I go back to calling you Mr. Davies?” She steps up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head against my back. I grab her hands, kiss the back of one, and then pull her hug tighter around me.
“Are you confessing to a teacher-student kink, Ms. Castle?”
“You wish,” she laughs, slapping my back lightly as she pulls away.
