Deep Diving (11 page)

‘Come, eat. You’ll need it.’ Cooper holds a robe up for me, and after slipping it on, I follow him to the food.

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I’m horny as hell in 15 metres of water, covered in a thick wetsuit, and watching a school of Moorish Idols dance around seaweed. Cooper holding my hand, my fingers interlaced with his, is not alone in causing my discomfort. Something changed between us this morning. Some dynamic shifted. I’ve always been aware of him, but now I’m hyper-aware. His gaze seems to lock onto and burn into me. His touch doesn’t just brush against me, it leaves a tingling fire. His bulk doesn’t just cast a shadow, it overshadows, has me wanting to meld against it, eager to taste, tease, and touch.

Something’s changed within him too. He doesn’t seem to care who sees us together. He holds my hand. Slings his arm across my shoulder. Snuggles against my side. Kisses me in public.

I thought he’d hide our fling. I expected that with his public persona, he would try to keep me under wraps. Where earlier I had hoped that I might become a fond memory, now I’m hoping for more.

This change is making me think of other things.

That’s a huge mistake.

I take my hand from his and tap the air gauge. If we want to see anything else, we’d better be moving along. I point my hand towards the edge of the rock wall and Cooper nods. We head back to the boat, checking out the rest of the rock wall along the way, but I’m distracted. Once I’d never have believed anything could interrupt my dive.

Cleaning the gear takes an age. Cooper brushes against me, touches me, laughs, whispers in my ear, murmurs along my neck. I could scream. I could run. I try to ignore him, ignore my arousal and go about normal business. It’s difficult to concentrate, much less ignore him.

‘We need to see about the cameras,’ he says just as we’re ready to leave. We were running too late to ask before the dive and I half expected him to forget.
I
had. I’m desperately seeking peace and sanity, away from him.

Arranging to hire cameras is easy. It’s the lesson on how to use them that tries my patience, especially with Cooper’s arm slung casually around me, his laugh shooting sparks down my spine, and his breath brushing across my skin.

Finally we’re heading for home.

‘I might head to my place for a bit.’ I don’t want to but I have to get control of myself and it’s not happening when I’m anywhere near him.

‘I don’t think so.’ Cooper’s words are a low growl. Not threatening but determined. I stop and stare. ‘I know what you need, Sam, and you won’t find it at your place.’

My temper flares. My hands go straight to my hips and my jaw locks tight against the yelling I’d like to do. With cold precision I speak each word slowly. ‘How do you know what I need?’

Cooper grins, eyebrows flicking, eyes dancing, lips pulled back so dimples slide into his cheeks. He takes my breath away. ‘I’ve tormented you all day, Sam, teasing you until I can smell your need. But it’s all in the spirit of doing something different each time. When we get home, you’ll be right.’

‘I’ll be right?’ I echo because his words make no sense to me. No sense at all.

‘You’re sitting on the edge, aren’t you? It won’t take much to tip you over? You smell like need. Hot, wet, strong need. I’ve just the plan for you. Come on.’ He takes hold of my hand, tugging as if I’m a wayward child. ‘I promise you’ll enjoy it.’

I don’t think. I don’t question. I follow.

I can’t work out what plan he could have where he’d need to spend all day teasing me. He can arouse me in seconds with a kiss.

There’s no point in querying my reaction to Cooper. Initially lust drew me to his body but I know him now and it’s not just his body I’m attracted to. He’s the best damn thing to happen to me. The best vacation activity I’ve ever found. I’ll never find anything like this again. He’s the holiday of a lifetime.

It takes far too long to get to his place, get rid of gear, and have his naked body against mine, his mouth open to my probing, desperate tongue. When he steps back, I’m panting, trying to suck air quickly enough to devour him again.

‘Steady. We have all night.’

‘You might but some bastard has played me until I’m ready to crack. I can’t wait any longer.’ I do a pretty good impression of a growl, for all my breathlessness.

‘You made the rules, Sam.’ Cooper steps back and gives me the grin that turns my legs to liquid. I groan as I sink onto the floor.

I’m too old to have a tantrum but that’s what I want to do. I’m like a two-year-old child frustrated beyond the point of comprehension. I want to thump my fists and kick my legs. I want to scream. But he’s right. I did make the rules. I started this game of walking away after teasing… Wish I’d known first that I was playing with a master.

‘What’s the plan, Cooper? You’ve got me at breaking point, now what?’

Cooper leans down and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. He deposits a kiss against my lips before I land on the bed. It’s not arousing, not tender, not romantic, but Lord, it feels every one of those things.

‘I want to watch you come.’ He says it in the most matter-of-fact tone, yet they’re possibly the most arousing words he could utter. As if I need any more arousal.

‘What?’ There’s no demand in my question. It’s more a request for clarification given in a whisper. I have no qualms about performing for Cooper. I openly admire his body and he, mine.

‘I want to watch you. I want you to make yourself come and I want to watch you do it.’

My groan is low but full of lust. ‘I could come just listening to you say that.’ It would be so easy.

He shakes his head. ‘I want to see you touch yourself, I want to know what you like, I want to watch you shatter and be there to pull you together afterwards.’

They are the most romantic words I’ve ever heard. Without further thought my hand slips between my thighs and I open my cunt lips with my finger and thumb, my forefinger stroking into the wetness as the lips part.

‘Like this?’ I ask as he growls, drowning out my words.

Expressive face and eyes, not only the growl, show me how much he enjoys this. His eyes — wide, dark and staring — ensure my exhibitionism gene kicks in. Spreading my legs wide, angled so he can see, my finger caresses, teases and torments not only me but him. When his lips part, his nostrils flare, and his mouth drops open, I press my fingers harder. Move them faster. Circle my vagina until I feel the muscles relaxing, the hole opening. Soaked with my juices, the scent heavy in the air, I keep stroking for him, for me.

Who would believe I could get off on this? I’m no prude. I’ve been sexually active for years. But Cooper’s drawn out a different side of me and I adore this exploration.

His hand drifts over his swollen cock but doesn’t stop, just a hesitation and then he leans on the bed with both hands, peering at me. His upper arms swell, forearms with sinews standing high. I slip my forefinger inside, making sure my legs are wide and angled for Cooper to see.

‘Fuck, yes.’

‘Why don’t you join in?’ I know he won’t but I have a half-baked idea.

He shakes his head. ‘I want to watch.’

‘If you touch yourself, then I could watch you too.’ My throat dries at the thought. Watching each other bring pleasure to ourselves.
Oh, please
.

There’s a heartbeat of stillness where our gazes lock in a wordless tussle. While I wait for his decision, I slide my forefinger across my clit and the first wave of shivers pass through me. My eyes lose focus and then close, slowly, like the pleasure is too great to hurry. Cooper groans and the bed moves. My stomach clenches and I’m hoping his cock will fill me, but no smothering warmth comes close.

Opening my eyes I’m met by the sight of Cooper’s cock clenched in his fist. His arm muscles bulge as he strokes steadily. And then he moves in a manner to make his pecs dance.

‘Oh, God, yes.’ My voice is worshipful and begging at once. Thick with lust. Dry with need.

He responds by sucking in a breath and his abdomen clenches. Cobblestones of muscles tensing and bulging across his stomach. I groan and his fist moves faster, his cock peeking out and then hiding from view.

I’m so slick, my fingers are soaked as I continue to alternately fill and frig myself. Waves of shivers turn to harder shudders as I watch Cooper’s dancing muscles. I want more. So much more.

‘Please, let me see your back.’ Breathless girl has returned but Cooper doesn’t seem to mind.

He turns slowly, his head twisting to keep me in sight over his shoulder. His back is awash with rippling muscles. His butt is two globes of high tensile muscle clenching and releasing rhythmically. My mouth hangs open, admiring the view.

‘Don’t stop, Sam.’

Oh, have I stopped? My fingers flex and move. Now one hand holds my lips open while the other is busy touching, probing, rubbing, filling. I wish I had another set of hands to bunch and squeeze my breasts and tweak and tug at my nipples.

As another wave of shudders runs through me, my head drops back, eyes closed, fighting the feeling, not wanting to lose control yet.

When I open my eyes Cooper’s butt is clenched, dips hollowing on the outside above his thighs. Then his butt fills out to the glorious rounded domes I want to curl my hands around. My deepening growl has him repeating his butt dance. When I glance up, he’s laughing at me, and I don’t care. His back and butt are magnificent and I don’t care that I’m panting while ogling.

‘Are you close, Sam?’ The butt dance stops and he turns towards me again, cock hard in his fist.

My hand, his muscles, his voice have me at the brink. All I can do is make an incoherent groan.

His hand fists his cock quickly, he takes a moment to spit on his palm and then fists faster. The muscles of his arms bulge, his chest flexes, his abs squeeze tight, and I’m there.

‘Ahhhh…’ Waves of pleasure burst through me. My finger rubs my clit to keep them coming. Wave after wave after wave. Pushing against me, lifting me, riding me high, high, higher. The roaring surf fills my ears, my mind is awash with sound and colours as I’m tumbled in the sea of pleasure.

And then I’m deposited on the sand, slid quietly to lie in the wash. My hands fall uselessly at my side.

A groan has me realising that I’ve company and I prise my eyes open to see Cooper’s face a tense mask. His shoulders are huge, muscles bulging. Arms the same. And there’s his fist, rigid. One held against his hip, the other still thrusting along his cock.

‘Come on me, Cooper. Let me watch you come.’ It’s a reverent plea. One which has the desired effect.

The head of his cock beads and then a stream of white spurts. His fist loosens its grip and he milks the seed. A stream followed by dollops of hot come coat my stomach. I lift a finger and slide it through, coating my stomach in warmth. His eyes close momentarily and when they open, I lift my finger to my mouth and suck in the taste. Cooper’s groan matches my own. There’s something wildly decadent about tasting yourself and your man as one.

I intended to leave sometime through the night. I don’t want to fall into the habit of sleeping with Cooper completely. I mean, sex is fine, but staying multiple nights changes the fleeting nature of the game. It makes it more intimate and that’s not something I can afford.

But somehow I’m still with him when the pre-dawn light wakes me. I’m snuggling against Cooper as if we’re one person, spooning like we’re never to part. His lower leg is thrown across mine, claiming me. His arm wraps around me, holding me close.

Damn.

I thought I could maintain perspective, keep this fun, make the sex competitive enough to leave him with more than just a vague memory of me in 10 years’ time. But it’s done something else. Along with being dive buddies, I’ve learned to trust him, to relax with him and to enjoy him. None of that is bad but it’s only been five days. My body stiffens as I wonder if I’ve got myself into a situation I’ll regret later. I have five more days and then I’ll…

I squirm as lips nibble across my nape. A cock hardens, nestled against my butt. A hand closes over my breast and tweaks a tight nipple. A girl could get used to waking up like this.

‘Good morning,’ I murmur, and twist around to be caught up in a deep, compelling morning kiss. All concerns evacuate. My brain and body are filled with sex, desire, and pleasing my male god.

He has other plans. ‘I’ll be back,’ he says as he pulls away and slips from bed. It’s a soft promise carried across the early morning air.

I watch him walk away. That tight butt moves in rhythm with his back muscles, sinuously, sinfully. My mouth waters. He has an incredible body, a gorgeous personality, is a dive buddy you dream about, a bed buddy you never want to leave, and I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.
Hell. I’m in strife
.

Cooper’s return stops my meltdown before it has time to really fire up. He places two bowls beside the bed, on my side. He leans over and grins that super sexy smile. My insides go all quivery and silly.

‘You distracted me last night.’ He punctuates with a wickedly delicious kiss. ‘I had other plans but maybe they’re better kept for now. Fruit and yoghurt make a delicious breakfast.’

‘Yum.’ Fresh fruit and yoghurt do make a delicious breakfast.

I go to roll over but he pushes against my shoulder. Then he lifts a spoonful of yoghurt and dollops it onto my closed mouth. Laughing, I lick through the dollop, poking my tongue out like a cat lapping.

While my mouth is half open, he tops the yoghurt with a strawberry poked through my lips. Moaning, I nip against the sweet berry, flavour flooding my mouth. I close my eyes for just a second as I savour and a splat lands on my stomach. Eyes wide, I find yoghurt on my torso, and Cooper’s face grinning. He tops the dollop with a slice of pear standing tall in the yoghurt. A beautiful pear with deliciously feminine curves. While ogling the pear, a smear of yoghurt is spooned between my breasts. I squirm and the strawberry rolls from my mouth to land in this new yoghurt line.

‘Nice touch,’ Cooper says as he adds blueberries around the half-eaten strawberry.