Love Sex & Other Games: Part 3 Read Online Free

enjoying this days ago if only I wasn’t such a judgmental asshole.
    “I’m really, really sorry,” I murmur.
    His lips pause their seduction. “You’re forgiven.”
    “Don’t let me off the hook that easily,” I protest. “I acted like an idiot. Make me suffer a little.”
    He holds the blanket so it’s still cocooning us, but sits up, rolls me to my back, then lowers himself on top of me, circling my legs around his hips one at a time. I can feel his morning wood throbbing between my legs and, holy shit, I want to rub myself against it. But I’m apologizing, so I reluctantly hold back. Although, that might be a great way to make it up to him.
    “Ems, I understand why and how you reacted the way you did. The only part that sucked was you not trusting me enough to let me explain. But I get that too. I need to earn your trust. And I’m okay with that. I like the idea of demonstrating how much I’m into you—in every way I possibly can. Now, shh . No more talking. Lay there and let me prove myself to you. We need a proper make-up session.”
    Cooper slides my top over my head, his mouth closing around my nipple immediately. We moan in unison and I give in, grinding into his erection. His teeth nip at my sensitive skin before he’s pulling back and dragging my pants down my legs. My panties follow next and this is new for us. I’ve never been completely naked in front of him. Not all at once.
    He positions himself between my legs, his lower half hanging off the bed as he kneels on the floor. I gather the blanket, tugging and rolling it until I can toss it aside. The cool air chills my skin, but Cooper lowers his head, placing a single, lingering kiss to my inner thigh, heating me right back up.
    His eyes never leave mine as he grips me behind my knees, drawing me closer to him. And then he lowers his head, his tongue delving between my slick folds, circling the delicate skin. I gasp, sucking in a quick breath and release it on a groan. He smiles against me, repeating the movement, his gaze full of hunger as he openly watches my shameless response.
    He dips two fingers inside me and I press my head into the mattress, biting down on my lip. Unable to bridle my own appetite, I flex my hips, moving them to ride his long fingers.
    Seriously. How could I allow myself to miss out on this for days? So. Damn. Stupid.
    I fist handfuls of his hair, provoking him to growl into my flesh. His tongue, soft and hot, continues to devour me, sampling, savoring. I’m not sure how he does it, but I feel cherished—worshipped. Sexy, beautiful…cared for. My lashes drop, eyes falling shut, and I let the sensations consume me until I’m crying his name through panted breath.
    Cooper lifts his head, mouth glistening. I cup his strong, rough jaw, guiding him up my body, basking in the weight of him against me. When I can finally reach him, I lick myself off his lips and into his mouth in a passionate kiss. When we come up for air, I roll us until Cooper is on his back. I guide his boxer briefs past his hips and down his muscular legs, dropping them to the floor, and then I twist and tuck my hair into a messy bun as quickly as I can.
    Picking up on my intentions—I think knotting the hair was a sure giveaway, because nothing says ‘I’m about to provide you with the best blow job I can’ quite like tying up one’s hair—he scrapes his teeth across his bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth.
    His dick twitches as I reach for him. He’s hard steel under smooth velvet. This isn’t a skill I’m advanced in, but I have enough friends and I’ve watched enough tumblr porn gifs to pick up the basic idea. With one hand kneading his thigh and the other wrapped around his cock, I duck my head and swirl my tongue around the tip.
    Cooper drops his head back to the pillow with a hiss. “I want to clone you a hundred times,” he husks. “Mostly for dirty and nefarious purposes.”
     
     
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    Cooper
     
     
    Emerson and I are