Authors: Nikki Vale
He looks into my eyes and takes two steps towards me until his cock is directly in front of me and I can’t help but kiss the soft silky tip shining with his pre-cum. He moans and I swirl my tongue around the tip and take it into my mouth. I love bringing a man pleasure this way. I swallow as much of his shaft as I can and cup his balls in my right hand. I feel him fist his hand in my hair, but he’s not pushing or pulling, just holding it in his hand. I begin to take him in and out of my mouth.
“Oh yes Skye, that’s it darlin,” he mumbles gruffly, slowly pumping his cock between my greedy lips. I remove my hand from his balls and grasp the base of his shaft stroking it up and down while I concentrate on sucking and licking the tip of his throbbing manhood. I can tell he wants to thrust harder into my mouth but he’s holding back. I look up at him “Mmmmmm,” I purr in the back of my throat and Cooper fists his hand tighter in my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth. That’s right baby give it to me. I suddenly feel his cock harden even more and his abs tense. I know he’s about to cum when he gently tugs on my hair trying to pull me away but I grab his thigh with my hand and keep my mouth suctioned onto his cock until he roars his release and I feel the warmth shooting down the back of my throat.
“Oh my God woman, you are an angel,” he blurts out as he allows himself to fall down on the bed next to me.
“A cock sucking angel? That’s definitely an interesting theory,” I tease him laughing.
“You’re telling me you give head like that and no one ever gave you an orgasm before me. That’s fucking crazy. I’ve never had it so good in my life,” he admits grabbing my hand from the bed and kissing it.
“I told you. I enjoy it,” I say blushing, a little embarrassed now. Cooper quickly sits up and puts his hand over my pussy palming it. He looks up at me as he easily slides two fingers inside of me. He pulls them out and inspects the juices dripping from them.
“You weren’t lying, you did enjoy that,” he says, bringing the fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “You taste like honey,” he remarks with his eyes closed. “I’m not going to lie to you Skye I want to fuck you so bad it hurts, but I want it to be comfortable for you, so I think we should wait until you’re out of this cast and your shoulder and ribs are healed. But in the meantime…..” he pushes me gently down on the bed and kneels on the floor between my legs hooking a leg over each of his shoulders.
Cooper
I watch Skye as she sleeps. This woman is amazing. Not only is she beautiful, sweet and kind. She’s strong in spirit. She makes forgiveness look easy.
Her sister scorns her, her mother abandons her and my father insults her; she forgives all like its no big deal. I think she’s already forgiven Dawn, and Dawn didn’t even as for it. How does anyone have a heart that pure? And a body made for sin?
Skye shocked me with her sensuality. Women always say they like to perform oral sex because that’s what they think men want to hear. We do want to hear that, but we also want it to be the truth. Just thinking about the pleasure Skye gave me with that beautiful mouth of hers last night has me stiffening in my jeans.
Skye starts moaning in distress. “No the missiles are coming take cover!” she shouts flailing her arms. I rush over to her, holding her arms still so that she doesn’t tear open her stitches. She struggles against me a few times then stops. “It’s ok Dawn I love you. You have to go to sleep now, okay? I’ll take care of you,” she whispers softly to the Dawn of her nightmares. “Daddy, why did you go and leave me all alone? I’m being a good girl I promise. I’m being strong just like you told me to…..” she’s crying in her sleep, the tears are rolling down her cheeks onto the pillow.
Skye suddenly starts singing soft and low. She’s still sleeping and the singing seems to chase away the demons in her nightmares. It sounds like the same song she would sing in the hospital when she was in a coma. I lean down trying to hear the words more clearly. All I can make out is ‘you gave me the good start, you gave me your heart.’ It sounds like it would be a beautiful song but she never knows what song I’m talking about when she wakes up and I ask her about it.
I feel a few drops fall from my chin and I realize I’m crying. I’m just as blind as everyone else has been. Skye is a strong woman, no doubt about it, but it’s tearing her up inside. She’s having nightmares about her military days, the car accident, and her father’s death all intertwined. She’s carrying too much weight on her shoulders and she’s going to crack if she doesn’t get it off of her chest.
Skye slowly opens her eyes as if she felt me watching her. She slowly stretches and I can’t help but watch as her nipples strain against her cotton t-shirt. “Were you watching me sleep Cooper?” she asks with a lazy smile. The smile falls from her face, as she scrutinizes me. “Have you been crying?” she questions in shock. I touch my hand to my cheek and feel the wetness there. I forgot to wipe the evidence away.
“It’s no big deal,” I say trying to make light of it. “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” I probe her.
“Cooper Talbott, why were you standing here crying? What’s wrong?” she asks again voice rising. She’s starting to get frantic. I freaked her out and with good reason. She woke up to find me watching her sleep and crying. I have to admit I’d be a little weirded out too.
I walk to the side of the bed and sit down. I grab her hand holding it in mine to comfort her as much as it is to comfort me. I’m afraid of how this conversation is going to go. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I came in here to check in on you. You were sleeping peacefully and then you started screaming about missiles coming and you were flailing your arms. I had to hold you down to keep you from opening your stitches. Then you were whispering to Dawn telling her that you love her and that she needed to go to sleep. After that you cried for your father, you told him that you were being a good girl like you promised. I couldn’t help it. It broke my heart to see you suffering and I guess I shed a few tears. You began singing and calming down the way that you do sometimes. It was the same song I heard you sing in the hospital while you were in a coma,” I explain everything to her.
“Skye, sweetheart. I think you might have PTSD. You need to speak to someone before all of this eats you alive,” I plead with her, stroking my hand across her hair. A few tears slip from her eyes and she nods her head.
“I know,” she whispers quietly. She’s admitting she needs help that easily? I didn’t see that coming.
“Does that mean you’ll get help? We have an excellent counselor for the police department that works with grief, loss and particularly PTSD due to our profession. I could schedule you and appointment if you want?” I suggest. I’m trying not to be too pushy but I truly am concerned about her.
“I’m scared. What if they tell me something's wrong with me?” she asks. This beautiful girl who has been beaten and battered all over her body is afraid that she’s more wounded on the inside than the outside. What has this world done to her beautiful soul?
“Will you go with me? Will you be there for me?” she inquires nervously.
“Of course I will. I’ll be anything you need me to be, darlin,” I whisper kissing her softly on the lips. And I mean every word. “Thank you for trusting me,” I tell her. I really am touched that she trusted me enough to admit she knew that she needed help. And not only that, she wants me to go with her.
“Thank you for seeing that I needed help and offering to take me. I knew I needed it too, I’ve just been too afraid, but for the first time I don’t feel alone in all of this,” she sadly admits.
“You’re definitely not alone anymore,” I assure her kissing the tip of her nose. “Skye, can I brush your hair? Or is that weird?” I ask her out of the blue. “I love the jet black color of it the silkiness as it runs through my fingers,” I say picking up a handful and rubbing the long tresses against my cheek. “This may be a secret fetish I never knew I had,” I admit laughingly.
“I’ve never had anyone outside of my mother, sisters and hairdresser comb my hair before, this could be a treat. Not the same as someone outside of your family giving you an erotic bubble bath, but I think I’ll enjoy it,” she remarks winking at me. I love it when she gets playful.
I jot into the bathroom and get her brush from the sink where I put it for her. I get back to the bed , excited to be able to brush her hair for some inexplicable reason.
“Scoot forward and I’ll sit behind you,” I instruct her. She sits up and scoots forward on the bed and I slide in behind her and rest my back against the headboard. “Okay, you’ll have to bear with me because I’ve never done this before,” I admit grabbing a handful of her hair preparing to brush.
“Wait! I’m your guinea pig?” she screeches. I chuckle.
“Well look at it this way. It’s good practice for me.” I tell her.
“Practice for what? Are you planning to quit your job and become a cosmetologist?” she asks dripping sarcasm.
“No silly for when our little girls need to get their hair brushed and you’re too busy,” I calmly inform her.
“Oh so now I’m having your babies so that you can brush their hair?” she scoffs.
“No. You’ll have my babies because I want you to have my babies. Me brushing their hair is incidental,” I remark. The thought of her having my babies is having an unexpected effect on my penis. It has sprung to life and is poking her in the back in anticipation of depositing the babies we’re so flippantly discussing.
“Cooper?”
“Yes, darlin,” I respond starting to run the brush gently over her hair afraid to get it tangled up.
“Would you really want me to be the mother of your children?” she questions skeptically. I lay the brush down grab her by the waist and pull her ass against my throbbing cock.
“Well the idea sure didn’t turn me off, that’s for sure,” I tell her, rubbing the evidence against her. The truth is I could definitely see myself marrying her and having babies, but I don’t want to rush her. I’m quite a bit older than she is and just because I think I might have met the right one and am ready to settle down, doesn’t mean she feels the same way.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask suddenly curious.
“No. I’ve always used condoms,” she confesses. “Why do you want me to get on birth control?” she asks.
“The idea of sliding into you and feeling skin to skin does have its merit, don’t you think?” I ask huskily against the back of her neck.
“When you say it like that anything you want to do sounds good,” she responds teasingly. I push her forward away from me again. “Hey, why’d you do that?” she asks pouting.
“I want to brush your hair and I can’t concentrate with that delectable ass of yours rubbing against my thirsty cock. So behave, face forward and let me brush your hair,” I demand. I gently grab a handful of her hair closing it in my fist and brush the ends like I’ve seen her do. When I’ve got the tangles out of the ends I run the brush from her scalp all the way down and I could swear I hear a sound similar to a purr coming from her. I do it again. Yep, that’s definitely her.
“Are you purring?” I question, chuckling.
“I can’t help it. It feels wonderful. Who knew brushing hair could be so sensual. I think you’ve got the magic touch with everything you do,” she compliments. I continue brushing her hair, happy that she’s enjoying it.
“I thought we could go visit your Granny Rose today or tomorrow if you want,” I suggest, stroking the brush through her hair again. If the guys at the station saw me now I’d never live it down. “By the way, I think Summer had your mail forwarded here. I placed a stack of your mail on the nightstand. Quite a few of them look like checks,” I comment hoping she’ll explain why she would be receiving 5 or 6 checks all from different companies.
“Oh, great,” she sighs in relief. “Now I can pay you my part of the mortgage and help Granny Rose with some of her debt. I wasn’t sure if my royalties would catch up with me,” she comments nonchalantly.
“Royalties for what?” I ask in curiosity.
“Singing. I wouldn’t sign any record deals but I did agree to do backup on a few tracks for some pretty big singers. I don’t like being in the spotlight but I figured no one would know that I sang backup on a song or two, or twenty,” she winks at me. “They promised they would pay me for my work and I guess they did. This will help me out until I can get better and find a job.”
“You already have a job,” I remind her.
“Oh no. There’s no way I’m working for my boyfriend,” she says adamantly. That’s the first time I’ve heard her call me her boyfriend. I like it.
“Say it again,” I implore.
“What?” she asks in confusion.
“What I am to you,” I tell her. She turns her head back towards me and gives me the most beatific smile.
“Boyfriend, friend, confidant, lover, and so much more,” she says gazing into my eyes. I think my heart just tumbled right out of my chest and into the palms of Skye’s hands.
Skye
I don’t know what I did to deserve this man, but the fates are finally smiling down on me. I can’t believe he just sat here brushing my hair and discussing our future children like it was already set in stone. And the things he does to my body. I get goosebumps just thinking about it and we haven’t even had sex yet. If the magic Cooper can work with his hands and tongue are any indication of what’s in store, I’ll probably pass out from the pleasure. No wonder Hailey lost her ever loving mind over him. I feel my heart constrict in fear. I hope I never have to experience that loss.