Chasing Dreams
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“Let me feel you,” Tessa whispered as he bent closer to nibble her bottom lip, his cock resting between her thighs, the heat of her tormenting him.
In one swift move, Cooper flipped them, rolling her over until she was straddling his hips while he took the brunt force of the ungiving planks beneath them.
“Ride me, Tessa.”
Her eyes once again widened, but she didn’t falter as she leaned forward on one arm, using her other hand to guide his erection right to the heart of her.
Fucking hell.
So damn tight.
Cooper gritted his teeth, groaning as her body pulled him deeper, the tight walls of her sex squeezing him until he wasn’t sure he’d be able to breathe from the sheer ecstasy of it. He didn’t have time to think before she was lifting off of him, then lowering. Over and over again. Her lush, perky tits directly above his face as she took him deeper inside of her.
“Fuck!” The word escaped on a pained breath as he fought to hold on, not willing to come just yet because he didn’t want it to be over. “That’s it, darlin’. Fuck me.”
Tessa smiled down on him, her eyes glazed over with lust as she continued to ride him, faster, harder. Gripping her hips, Cooper met her thrusts, burying himself to the hilt inside of her, reveling that she was taking his full length.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. “So good.”
Cooper pulled her forward, crushing her breasts against his chest as he held her hips immobile, grinding his pelvis upward, lifting her, then pulling her down on his cock. They were both sweating, the evening breeze doing little to dampen the desire burning out of control.
“Yes! Fuck me, Cooper. Fuck me harder!”
Cooper lost his last vestiges of control, her words shattering his mind as he began thrusting harder.
“Come for me, Tessa. Fuck, baby. Come for me.” He wasn’t beyond begging. He refused to come until she did, but he couldn’t hold on much longer. The velvet grip of her pussy on his cock sent waves of sensation to the base of his spine. With each bone jarring thrust, his balls tightened, his muscles contracted.
“Cooper!”
Tessa’s scream was the only warning he received as her body clamped down on him, pulling him deeper, milking his release from him. Not to mention, shattering something deep inside of him.
Something he wasn’t sure would ever be the same if she decided this wasn’t enough for her.
Chapter Fourteen
By the time the sun penetrated her sleepy brain, Tessa had been rolling over, attempting to get away from the intrusive light. Expecting to feel the softness of her mattress, she groaned as pain shot through her hip from the hard, ungiving ground beneath her. Peeling one eye open, she noticed she was not in her bed, but rather outside. Memories of the events from the night before raced through her mind, her body immediately overheating. A full body blush consumed her as she remembered exactly what they’d done. “Good morning.” The deep, melodic rumble teased her eardrums and Tessa leaned back against the warm body behind her.
Before she could even respond with her own morning greeting, Cooper lifted her leg, slipping his cock between her thighs from behind, easily sliding inside of her. Apparently her dreams, or maybe just her subconscious knowing he was there beside her, had been enough to prepare her for him first thing.
“Oh.” Tessa let the word linger on an exhale, enjoying the full sensation of him inside of her.
Although he was almost painfully thick, her body had finally acclimated to the delicious intrusion, and she began rocking her hips backward. Her head lifted as his bicep tightened beneath her ear, his hand coming to rest on her bare breast, gripping it.
“I want to wake up like this more often,” he grumbled in her ear. “So wet, so tight,” he panted. “Never enough.”
Tessa knew just what he was saying. The way they had given in to each other several times through the night, she still wanted more of him. The seductive friction of his steel hard length as he burrowed deep inside of her had her gasping for breath.
When he leaned over her, effectively rolling her onto her stomach, Tessa’s breath hitched. He was behind her, his hard body pressed against hers fully, his hips rocking as he began fucking her harder. The morning sun was bright, yet she didn’t worry that anyone could see them. At the moment, she wasn’t even sure she would care. She just wanted him to continue.
Cooper’s thrusts abated as he lifted her hips until she was on her knees, the thin sleeping bag not nearly enough to relieve the pain from the hard wood beneath them, but the divine sensation of him sliding back into her dissolved most of her discomfort.
“Can you come for me again, darlin’?”
“If you keep doing that,” Tessa’s breath hitched, a moan disrupting her sentence. “Oh, God, yes.” And that’s all it took. The sharp, sudden tremor in her womb erupted outward as he slammed into her over and over again, sending shards of electricity through her veins as she hurled herself over the edge into mind-numbing bliss.
Two hours later, Tessa was back at home, standing beneath the warm spray of her shower, her aching muscles reminding her just how much pleasure Cooper had bestowed upon her the night before. Ever since she had asked him to take her home, scared she would wear out her welcome, she’d been trying to think of anything other than how in tune their bodies had been. She didn’t want to remember how wild she’d gotten with him, how her inhibitions had all but disappeared as he told her exactly what he planned to do to her, right before he followed through.
He must think she was easy. That thought was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head, forcing the heat from the memories to disappear instantly.
It didn’t matter that Cooper had seemed disappointed that she didn’t want to stay longer. It didn’t matter that he offered to come inside and help her christen her shower. None of it mattered when she thought about the repercussions of what she’d done.
What happened when she pissed him off? What happened when she pushed Cooper away, and he retaliated against her? If history were to repeat itself, which she feared it would, he was going to spread vile rumors about her through their small town.
Just like Chad Harper.
Only people would listen to Cooper.
Tessa moved under the water, hoping the warmth would penetrate the chill that had taken up residence in her body. Chad was the only man Tessa had been with since Richie died four years ago. He was also the sole reason she knew she’d never be in a relationship again if she could help it. He was also the reason she didn’t have sex. Not even casual one nighters.
In one swift move, Cooper flipped them, rolling her over until she was straddling his hips while he took the brunt force of the ungiving planks beneath them.
“Ride me, Tessa.”
Her eyes once again widened, but she didn’t falter as she leaned forward on one arm, using her other hand to guide his erection right to the heart of her.
Fucking hell.
So damn tight.
Cooper gritted his teeth, groaning as her body pulled him deeper, the tight walls of her sex squeezing him until he wasn’t sure he’d be able to breathe from the sheer ecstasy of it. He didn’t have time to think before she was lifting off of him, then lowering. Over and over again. Her lush, perky tits directly above his face as she took him deeper inside of her.
“Fuck!” The word escaped on a pained breath as he fought to hold on, not willing to come just yet because he didn’t want it to be over. “That’s it, darlin’. Fuck me.”
Tessa smiled down on him, her eyes glazed over with lust as she continued to ride him, faster, harder. Gripping her hips, Cooper met her thrusts, burying himself to the hilt inside of her, reveling that she was taking his full length.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. “So good.”
Cooper pulled her forward, crushing her breasts against his chest as he held her hips immobile, grinding his pelvis upward, lifting her, then pulling her down on his cock. They were both sweating, the evening breeze doing little to dampen the desire burning out of control.
“Yes! Fuck me, Cooper. Fuck me harder!”
Cooper lost his last vestiges of control, her words shattering his mind as he began thrusting harder.
“Come for me, Tessa. Fuck, baby. Come for me.” He wasn’t beyond begging. He refused to come until she did, but he couldn’t hold on much longer. The velvet grip of her pussy on his cock sent waves of sensation to the base of his spine. With each bone jarring thrust, his balls tightened, his muscles contracted.
“Cooper!”
Tessa’s scream was the only warning he received as her body clamped down on him, pulling him deeper, milking his release from him. Not to mention, shattering something deep inside of him.
Something he wasn’t sure would ever be the same if she decided this wasn’t enough for her.
Chapter Fourteen
By the time the sun penetrated her sleepy brain, Tessa had been rolling over, attempting to get away from the intrusive light. Expecting to feel the softness of her mattress, she groaned as pain shot through her hip from the hard, ungiving ground beneath her. Peeling one eye open, she noticed she was not in her bed, but rather outside. Memories of the events from the night before raced through her mind, her body immediately overheating. A full body blush consumed her as she remembered exactly what they’d done. “Good morning.” The deep, melodic rumble teased her eardrums and Tessa leaned back against the warm body behind her.
Before she could even respond with her own morning greeting, Cooper lifted her leg, slipping his cock between her thighs from behind, easily sliding inside of her. Apparently her dreams, or maybe just her subconscious knowing he was there beside her, had been enough to prepare her for him first thing.
“Oh.” Tessa let the word linger on an exhale, enjoying the full sensation of him inside of her.
Although he was almost painfully thick, her body had finally acclimated to the delicious intrusion, and she began rocking her hips backward. Her head lifted as his bicep tightened beneath her ear, his hand coming to rest on her bare breast, gripping it.
“I want to wake up like this more often,” he grumbled in her ear. “So wet, so tight,” he panted. “Never enough.”
Tessa knew just what he was saying. The way they had given in to each other several times through the night, she still wanted more of him. The seductive friction of his steel hard length as he burrowed deep inside of her had her gasping for breath.
When he leaned over her, effectively rolling her onto her stomach, Tessa’s breath hitched. He was behind her, his hard body pressed against hers fully, his hips rocking as he began fucking her harder. The morning sun was bright, yet she didn’t worry that anyone could see them. At the moment, she wasn’t even sure she would care. She just wanted him to continue.
Cooper’s thrusts abated as he lifted her hips until she was on her knees, the thin sleeping bag not nearly enough to relieve the pain from the hard wood beneath them, but the divine sensation of him sliding back into her dissolved most of her discomfort.
“Can you come for me again, darlin’?”
“If you keep doing that,” Tessa’s breath hitched, a moan disrupting her sentence. “Oh, God, yes.” And that’s all it took. The sharp, sudden tremor in her womb erupted outward as he slammed into her over and over again, sending shards of electricity through her veins as she hurled herself over the edge into mind-numbing bliss.
Two hours later, Tessa was back at home, standing beneath the warm spray of her shower, her aching muscles reminding her just how much pleasure Cooper had bestowed upon her the night before. Ever since she had asked him to take her home, scared she would wear out her welcome, she’d been trying to think of anything other than how in tune their bodies had been. She didn’t want to remember how wild she’d gotten with him, how her inhibitions had all but disappeared as he told her exactly what he planned to do to her, right before he followed through.
He must think she was easy. That thought was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head, forcing the heat from the memories to disappear instantly.
It didn’t matter that Cooper had seemed disappointed that she didn’t want to stay longer. It didn’t matter that he offered to come inside and help her christen her shower. None of it mattered when she thought about the repercussions of what she’d done.
What happened when she pissed him off? What happened when she pushed Cooper away, and he retaliated against her? If history were to repeat itself, which she feared it would, he was going to spread vile rumors about her through their small town.
Just like Chad Harper.
Only people would listen to Cooper.
Tessa moved under the water, hoping the warmth would penetrate the chill that had taken up residence in her body. Chad was the only man Tessa had been with since Richie died four years ago. He was also the sole reason she knew she’d never be in a relationship again if she could help it. He was also the reason she didn’t have sex. Not even casual one nighters.
