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It was Christmas Eve, and Cooper found himself on a mission, scouring the shelves for anything that might ease Roosevelt's upset stomach. The holiday cheer in the air felt oddly at odds with his task.
He squinted at the crumpled shopping list in his hand, then at the shelves in front of him. His brow furrowed as he scanned the rows, biting his lip in concentration.
After once again failing to find it, he let out a low grumble. “They have every other fucking canned—”
“Do you need some help?” a warm voice piped up from behind.
He turned his neck stiffly.
A young woman stood there, her fingers curling into a shy wave. Long brown hair tumbled past her shoulders, brushing against the soft blue of her dress that swayed as she stepped forward. Her smile was bright, a touch hesitant, and she gestured toward the shelves.
“I couldn’t help but notice you’re ‘Cooper Howard’... and that you looked a little bit lost,” she said, her laugh delicate. She wasn’t sure if she was being helpful or intrusive.
Cooper sighed inwardly. Great. A fan. He smothered his annoyance under a polite, thin smile. “I’m just looking for canned pumpkin,” he said, keeping his tone neutral, before turning back to the shelves.
“Oh! I typically see canned pumpkin in the baking aisle,” she offered.
He glanced over his shoulder as she stepped back, her gaze darting to the hanging aisle marker. “Uh… yeah, this is five. Pretty sure they’re in three ” Her eyes found him, big and expressive.
His stomach flipped.
“Thank you,” he said, a little more breathy than intended.
He was about to muster some small talk—an unusual urge—but before he could, she gave a quick nod, and wheeled her cart away.
He smiled then, watching her retreating form. He felt a little bad now, having been dismissive at first. She hadn’t pushed for further interaction, and he was a sucker for reverse psychology.
Lucy found Hank Maclean in the liquor aisle. “Daddy!” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to ensure no one overheard her.
Hank paused mid-inspection of a bottle of Irish whiskey and turned to his daughter.
She leaned in, “I just saw Cooper Howard!” she said. Her excitement barely contained.
Hank sighed and returned his attention to the shelves. “Oh? Did he look lost?” he muttered dryly.
He had been responsible for stocking the Howard family pantry for ten years. Since the divorce, though, his grocery runs had been limited to keeping the Howard women fed.
Lucy batted his arm, pouting. “Stop it–” she chastised, before continuing “He’s taller than I imagined,” Her gaze drifted into a dreamy expression.
She knew her father had met the actor a handful of times and had long since lost his fascination. But A Man and His Dog still held a special place in her heart.
“I’m taller than him,” Hank replied, waving her enthusiasm away.
Lucy’s face twisted in mock disgust. “I don’t have sexual fantasies about you—”
“Lucy Lane MacLean!” Hank interrupted sharply. His eyes bulged as he scanned the aisle for any unlucky soul who might have overheard his daughter’s wildly inappropriate comment.
Lucy burst into laughter, pushing her cart forward, her father reluctantly falling into step beside her.
Cooper stood in the checkout line, pretending to scan the magazine rack. He discreetly glanced down the other aisles.
He wanted to see her again. Maybe come up with some casual line. Something simple, like, “Hey, look what I found!”,
A little ego stroking could get him through Christmas.
“Cooper!? Cooper Howard?”
His shoulders slumped. The universe was funny. He didn’t need to turn around to know that voice.
“Bud! Bud Askins! I work for—”
“I know, I know…” Cooper grimaced cutting him off and turning around.
His grumpy glare landed on the tall Vault-Tec executive. Bud’s was casualy dressed—a tacky sweater that screamed holiday cheer—
“You know Hank, of course,” Bud said, gesturing to the bearded man behind him. Hank was pushing a shopping cart piled high with party food and drinks.
Cooper’s eyes shifted again, finding her. The girl from the aisle.
Bud’s voice droned on. “And this is our daughter, Lucy.”
Daughter- Uh, we’ve met,” Cooper managed.
He lifted his arms, cradling four cans of pumpkin. “I found it. Thanks,” he said mournfully. MacLeansDaughter.
She caught the slight hesitation in his voice and the way he fidgeted with the cans, mistaking it for shyness. A smile tugged at her lips. My moment is now.
Hank stepped forward, breaking the moment. “Coop, a pleasure as always. We were just headed to a line—”
“We’re stocking up on last minute indulgences, for our annual Christmas party. You should come!” Bud exclaimed. “Since this is the first Christmas you’re not invited to Barb’s—”
“Bud!” Lucy snapped, her tone sharp as she straightened up. “That was rude!”
Bud’s face fell. “Oh, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s fine,” Hank chimed in. “I’m sure Cooper doesn’t want to come. He probably has plans… in a bar somewhere.”
“Daddy!” Lucy’s eyes bulged, her cheeks flushing with mortification. Her father was pure payback—She knew his loyalty to his boss was unwavering, but that didn’t mean he had to be cruel about it.
Cooper shifted in his spot, The jab wasn’t far off. He had been hitting the bottle harder than usual this holiday season. Barb had taken Janey to Georgia to visit her parents, leaving him to spend Christmas alone.
“Uh.” he said, looking down at his disheveled appearance. He swallowed. They could probably smell me.
Hank brushed past Cooper with a curt nod. “It was lovely to see you, Coop. Have a nice Christmas.”
Bud followed, glancing at Cooper with a sheepish smile “Love to have ya if you change your mind,” he whispered conspiratorially.
Cooper’s heart stuttered as Lucy came next, She slowed as she neared, her lips quirking in a hesitant smile. “Sorry about them. You know… Parents ,” she said with a light shrug.
Cooper looked down. Parents…Right
“How old are you?” The words spilled out before he could stop them, and he immediately hated himself for it.
Lucy giggled.
He felt heat rise to his cheeks. Stupid … “I’m sorry, that’s—uh—that’s inappropriate—”
“I’m 26,” she said, cutting him off.
“Oh, that’s…” — Twenty-fucking-six— “ Good,” he stammered, trying to recalibrate.
“Is it?” she asked, tilting her head.
She couldn’t believe that–One: She was speaking to Cooper Howard and Two: He’s most definitely intrigued by her.
Cooper chuckled nervously. Carefully juggling his cans—“What I mean is, 26 is a good age. I just remember being 26… it was a good…good time.” He gave a weak nod, as if that would somehow salvage the awkward exchange.
Lucy nodded, smirking, . “Yeah...” she said, eyes flicking to the side as if she found this amusing “I’m having a good time, too.”
“Right. That’s... good.” Stop saying good- you God DAM- Cooper shook his head, gaze darting away, clearly frustrated with himself.
Lucy chuckled, stepping past him, her shampoo’s soft scent brushing under his nose— a sweet, floral temptation that lingered, regaining his attention. She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking with his for a moment.
“You should come to the party,” she said lightly, “It’ll be… good .” She teased, her lips curving.
Dumbfounded, he watched her retreating figure, leaving him rooted in place while she walked away with his attention, his curiosity… his interest.
“I like good,” he murmured under his breath.
This was a mistake. He was now tipsy, sitting in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar neighborhood, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. The worst part? They all knew who he was.
The moment he’d shown up at Bud’s front door, he’d been paraded from one person to the next. Every face blurred together, each less pleasant than the one before—and none of them the one he’d hoped to see.
Cheap whiskey churned in his empty stomach. Lusting after a girl half his age? That would all but check off the "midlife crisis" box on Barb’s Downfall of Cooper Howard chart.
He could practically hear her voice, smug and cutting, replaying the last words she’d thrown at him after signing the final divorce papers.
"Your life will fall apart without me, and I can’t wait to see it happen," she’d said.
Had she?
Okay–Maybe it wasn’t word for word. Maybe he was exaggerating. Maybe he’s more than tipsy.
He sat in the ‘Study’ inspecting the Maclean–Askin library. Not only had he discovered a lone place to hide, the room came stocked with a liquor cart. He took an indulgent sip of his ‘second whiskey’ from this room alone.
There were some good books here and the room was softly lit. There was a beautiful–rich cherry wood desk adjacent to a leather chair, creating an intimate scene. He could see himself in here often.
He turned at the sound of shuffling and the office door briefly cracked open before a body twisted in.
Her wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her back, the soft strands swaying gently with her movements. It brushed against the elegant neckline of her dress—a seamless design that rose high at the neck but flowed gracefully into wide, off-shoulder sleeves, framing her shoulders with understated sophistication.
He swiped his hand over his head in an instant, flattening his hair on one side without thinking. What the hell are you doing? his mind scolded. She’s twenty-six, man.
Lucy had come down from her room, hoping to see if Cooper had finally arrived. But as she caught sight of Betty approaching, her stomach sank. The last thing she wanted was to be cornered into yet another tiresome discussion about children and marriage
She quickly ducked into Bud's office, shutting the door with a quiet click before locking it. Turning around, she froze, her breath catching in her throat.
There he was. The light grey sports coat clung to him in a way that seemed almost indulgent, the white hue accentuating the rugged cut of his jaw, peppered with gray stubble. His gaze, heavy and unmistakably drunk, swept over her with a slow, deliberate intensity.
“You’re here.” she said in a breath.
Cooper’s mouth suddenly felt dry. He licked his lips, struggling to find his voice “ For about Three Hours now...”
“ Three ?” she repeated, her voice rising with indignation as she strode toward him. “I asked my dad an hour ago if you’d shown up, and he said no !”
Right. He couldn’t exactly blame Hank for trying to keep her away. The man wasn’t dumb—not as a person, and certainly not as a father. Cooper took a quick sip of his drink, letting the burn fortify him. “He probably didn’t want me talking to you,” he said, his voice low.
Lucy flushed, reaching for the drink cart. She poured herself a drink, more than two fingers, and downed half of it before his eyes.
“Hey, that's not meant to be chugged–” he started.
Lucy held up a finger, swallowing bitterly. “I’m catching up, thank you,” she shot back, slipping off her heels before stepping closer.
“What were you looking at when I interrupted?”
Cooper glanced back to the bookcase, his pulse quickening. Her proximity was magnetic, and she wasn’t exactly being subtle. “I was… uh… looking at y’all’s collection of literature,” he drawled, forcing his tone steady.
Lucy crossed one arm under her chest, the other bringing the glass to her lips. This time, her sip was slower, appreciative. “Mmm,” she hummed in thought, studying the shelves.
Cooper blinked, he didn’t expect to be alone with her and for good reason. “Should we get back to the party?” he asked with a point to the door.
Lucy turned away, settling onto the arm of the leather chair with a casual elegance. “You can, if you’d like,” she said softly, She raised her glass, her brow arching playfully, “I’d prefer to stay here.” she finished.
Yeah. She wasn’t making this easy on him. He didn’t really want to be at the party in the first place—he’d been ready to bolt hours ago. But now, the one person he’d hoped to share some idle chit-chat with was setting her bait, and… well, damn it.
“I guess I’ll stay with ya then,” he muttered, stepping closer. After all, he was in this house for a reason.
He perched awkwardly on the edge of the desk, his eyes flicking around the room as if searching for a better spot. There wasn’t one.
Lucy’s smile widened. “I’d love that,” she said. “I was actually hoping we’d get some alone time if you showed up.”
Cooper’s stomach twisted. What? He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry I—I should be clear. I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m just divorced—”
“Oh, don’t apologize,” Lucy cut in, waving frantically. “I have no interest in pursuing a relationship with anyone. I just… well, I saw you in the store, and when I thought you might come tonight, I felt excited.”
Cooper relaxed. He could relate to that. He wasn’t lying—he didn’t want to fill the void Barb left with anyone but himself and Janey. But to deny he wanted to see Lucy again? That would clearly be a lie.
Cooper chuckled, a deep, warm sound that drew Lucy’s attention instantly. She tilted her head, “What is it?” she asked, her voice soft but insistent.
He shrugged, the corners of his mouth still curved in an easy grin. “I guess I agree,” he said, his tone sincere. “Since seeing you at the store, I’ve been looking forward to this. To seeing you again.”
Lucy’s cheeks flushed a dark pink, her gaze flickering to his before darting away. “That’s… good,” she murmured, her lips curling into a shy smile as her fingers toyed with the rim of her glass.
Cooper’s grin widened, his eyes drifting to the empty spot on the leather chair beneath her perch on the armrest. He gestured to it with a slight tilt of his head. “May I?”
Lucy glanced down, then back at him, her expression brightening. “Yes! Yes, please—have a seat.”
"Thanks," Cooper grunted, pushing himself off the table before moving to the chair and sinking into it.
Lucy adjusted herself as he settled in. Her skirt ruffled slightly as her legs remained crossed, the hem of her petite coat brushing just above his thighs, teasingly. Cooper leaned slightly to his right, tilting his head to look up at her. From this angle, she towers over him, a vision framed by the soft glow of the study’s warm light.
She smiled down at him, her glass poised delicately at her lips. The amber liquid caught the light and Cooper felt a quiet pull, the warmth of her presence wrapping around him like a haze.
Lucy lifted her glass, breaking the silence.
“To new friends?” she offered.
Cooper’s gaze lingered on her face as he raised his glass to meet hers, his hazel eyes studying her expression as if committing it to memory. “To new friends,” he echoed, the faintest smile touching his lips as their glasses clinked gently together.
They’d comfortably exchanged words between refills, the passage of time and liquor blending together. Somehow, she had ended up in his lap, her legs draped lazily over the right arm of the chair, her back resting against the left.
Cooper cradled his drink, the cool glass against his palm, while his other hand rested gently on her left hip, hidden beneath her skirt. She hadn’t said a word as his fingers absentmindedly traced circles over the smooth fabric of her tights.
He was screwed. Drunk, with a beautiful woman on his lap, and now she was biting her bottom lip— yup screwed.
Lucy’s heavy-lidded eyes traced the lines of his face. Age had softened into the grooves of his smile, blending seamlessly as he shifted his jaw. He looked away, sucking in his cheeks, his high cheekbones casting sharp shadows that made him undeniably attractive. Her hand gently found his face, turning it back toward her.
Without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
It was like lighting a Christmas tree for the first time.- Soft, tentative, a jolt of energy racing through the wires, lighting up the tree piece by piece.
Cooper inhaled sharply--okay--yes--good.
He straightened, the pressure of her lips became something to chase.
Eyes closed and lips locked, His hand drifted, fumbling for a place to set his cup.
Finding a surface beside him, he released the glass.
The clunk of the cup hitting the hardwood floor broke Lucy from her focus.
Their lips parted with a soft smack, as she turned quickly to look behind her. The glass lay on its side, the remaining liquid pooling and magnifying the woodgrain beneath.
Cooper stayed motionless, still puckered, shocked by the cool air meeting his mouth.
His eyes opened to find Lucy inspecting the spill so he adjusted her in his lap, leaning over to see the damage.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, lying.
Then his brow furrowed- should he clean up this now?
Lucy’s gaze returned to him, her lids still heavy as she gave a breezy smile.
“It’s okay,” she said sweetly, leaning back toward him. Cooper’s lips quickly met hers, but something tugged at the back of his mind—a creeping awareness of where he was and who he was with.
“Wait,” he muttered, pulling back slightly.
Lucy paused, her brows darting upward, “Would you like me to stop?” she asked gently.
Cooper let out a shaky laugh. “I... I should stop,” he admitted, the weight of the words pressing on him.
The situation felt all wrong—too tangled. Lucy was too tied to his real life, too innocent in her adoration. “I think- I'm taking advantage of you?" he added.
Lucy’s response was a calm, knowing smile, one of the many she’d given him tonight. “Will you help me up?” she asked softly.
Cooper blinked, surprised at her easy acceptance. “Yeah, of course,” he said quickly. This is good. He’s being responsible.
Sliding his hand beneath her back, he helped guide her forward as she adjusted her legs.
He expected her to lift herself off his lap entirely. Instead, she pressed her bent knees firmly on either side of his hips.
The chair’s deep seat allowed her to settle fully against him. Her body aligned perfectly, the seam of her nylon crotch brushing against his groin.
She leaned back, her arms slipping around his neck, her flexibility making the motion look effortless. His hands instinctively found her hips.
Cooper swallowed hard. “I thought you were getting off.”
Lucy tilted her head, her gaze penetrating as she nodded slowly. “Oh, I still hope to,” she teased.
A laugh bubbled out of him, but it was quickly silenced, Her fingers pressing against his lips.
“Shhh,” Lucy giggled, leaning forward. Her hips shifted, sliding down against him again.
This time drawing a low grunt from his throat.
Their faces hovered close, her hand resting gently between them. Cooper’s hazel eyes locked with hers, his breath shallow as he took her in—the glow of the room casting her dark hair in a halo.
“Mr. Howard,” she said, her voice dripping with honey as her hand slipped away from his lips.
“Yes,” he replied slowly.
She smiled, looking away for a moment, almost bashfully. “I’m a big fan,” she admitted with a quiet laugh.
The corner of his lips curled. “I had a feeling,” he said with big teeth.
Lucy straightened slightly, her hands gliding down his chest to his abdomen.
Cooper inhaled sharply at the sensation, his hips jerking up softly in response. God, stop.
Her skirt was draped over his lap, concealing their point of contact.
His jeans felt unbearable, a barrier to what he desperately wanted but couldn’t—shouldn’t—have.
“Sharing an evening with you has been quite… fantasy-fulfilling,” she said, her tone equal parts sweet and deliberate.
“Has it?” he asked softly, Without much thought his hands disappeared under her skirt.
“I guess you could say I’m also taking advantage of you,” she admitted.
“How could you?” he said with an exaggerated drawl.
His hands had found her hips again, his fingertips testing the hemline of her tights.
Her smiled despite her attempt to stifle it. “So, if we’re not continuing because you think you’re taking advantage of me,” she began, her eyes locked with his, “then I’d like to apologize—because I definitely was taking advantage of you.”
A sharp, electric jolt coursed through her as his thumbs pressed hard into her hip bones, forcing her down.
He needed to think this through.
Pro: It’s been a while.
Con: Henry Maclean could find out and tell Barb.
Not that he was scared of Barb—no, absolutely not. It’s just… well, he was terrified of her.
“You’re making a pretty serious face,” Lucy said, breaking through his thoughts.
“Ugh…” He gave her an apologetic smile, “I was making a pros and cons list—”
Lucy cut him off, clapping her hands together in delight. “I love pros and cons lists!”
Cooper laughed, his hands sliding back, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Lucy inhaled sharply, her breath hitching as she felt his hands glide underneath her cheeks. “I can help you,” she breathed.
Cooper nodded swallowing hard. He could use some help—preferably to talk himself out of this.
“Con: You’re too close to people who know my wife.” That was his number one reason, and he couldn’t wait to hear her counter.
Lucy tilted her head, considering his words. That’s a big con, she thought.
But really, she hadn’t planned on telling her dad, and even if he did find out, she doubted he’d want to tell his boss that his daughter had slept with her ex-husband.
So, logically, the first pro came to mind.
“Pro: Have an orgasm.” She said.
Cooper rolled his eyes, Damn it— he couldn’t have come up with a better pro than that.
He nodded, and Lucy grinned, clearly enjoying herself.
Shifting his hips slightly, Cooper relaxed his posture.
Lucy moved with him, leaning forward until her body pressed gently against his abdomen. The warmth of her skin seeped through his shirt, sending a spark through his nerves. It was his turn to speak.
“Con: I didn’t bring protection.”
Lucy straightened abruptly. “You came here to see me and didn’t bring protection?”
Cooper froze, making a face that screamed uncertainty. “Yeah?”
Lucy leaned forward and quickly pecked his cheek, pulling back with a dreamy smile. “You’re so sweet,” she teased, her voice laced with fond amusement.
Cooper’s worries melted under her gaze, “Your turn,” he said lazily, settling back.
Lucy’s eyes lit up with realization. “Oh, yes!” she exclaimed, excitement bubbling in her tone. “Pro: Have an orgasm .”
Cooper leaned his head back with a groan. She’s not going to be helpful with this decision, he realized, “You said that already,” he pointed out sternly.
Lucy pulled a mock-serious face. “The first orgasm was for me. Now you’d get to cum too.”
Cooper’s head shot up, his eyes wide with surprise. The sheer bluntness of her reply sent a jolt straight to his cock—“You’d let me cum?”
It was, hands down, the most forward thing he’d said all night— all his liquid courage spent in one god awful line that foreshadowed his future in porn.
Lucy’s cheeks flushed, her smile turning mischievous as she leaned in. He instinctively followed, drawn in by her closeness. She stopped just short of his cheek in a teasing caress. Her lips hovering near his ear,
“ Only if you've earned it ,”
Cooper growled before leaning in, his nose brushing harshly against hers before tilting his head upward. His lips met hers in a tender kiss.
Her hands rose to his face, her thumbs tracing the rough contours of his jawline. As her hips shifted upward, she pulled back just enough to whisper, “Your turn.”
Cooper exhaled, one hand sliding from her skirt to rub the back of his neck. “Not having protection is a pretty big con.”
Lucy beamed. “Pro: I have protection.”
He scoffed, face twisting in offense as his hand flew to his chest. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”
Lucy rolled her eyes and moved off his lap.
The hand from her thigh fell to his side in her absence. “Do you have to leave the room?” he said worriedly,
“Pro…I’m cool with just hand stuff.” he informed her.
A laugh bubbled out as she stepped behind the desk. She shook her head with an amused glance “I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, crouching to open a drawer.
Cooper watched her rummage through its contents, raising an eyebrow when she made a triumphant noise.
Lucy straightened, holding up four condoms like a prized treasure. “Ta-da!” she said, waving them at him.
Cooper adjusted himself in the chair, eyeing her skeptically. “You keep condoms in your dad’s office?”
Lucy arched an eyebrow. “No,” she replied in an obvious tone.
He paused, his gaze flicking around the room as realization dawned. His shoulders tensed, and he muttered, “Oh.”
Lucy’s expression mirrored his, her nose scrunching “Yeah… I don’t want to think about it,” she said quickly, striding back toward him.
She hesitated for a moment as she neared him, then carefully settled back on his lap. Cooper kept his arms resting on either side of the chair, watching her with quiet curiosity. Lucy folded the four squares neatly, placing them between them before resting her folded hands on top.
“Mr. Howard,” she said smoothly.
Cooper leaned back fully, giving her an appreciative smile. “Yes, Miss MacLean,” he said at last.
Lucy tilted her head, her lips curving into a thoughtful pout as her fingers played with the edge of his tucked in shirt. She shrugged lightly. “Would you like to have sex?” she asked.
Cooper glanced down at her hands, as he fought back the urge to resist. There were a million reasons to say no, but he just felt that Lucy would take care of him in a way he desperately needed. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”
Lucy grinned wide as she leaned down, Cooper meeting her halfway. His lips parted instantly, letting her take the lead. Her hands slid up his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned softly when she tugged at the roots, pulling his mouth away from her—his Adam’s apple bobbing awkwardly.
“Take off your pants,” she ordered.
Cooper’s knees seemed to weaken under her grip as he nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
Lucy giggled, her brown hair swaying as she scrambled off his lap. Her hands slipped beneath her petite coat, searching for the waistband of her tights.
Cooper’s eyes followed her as she bent down, stepping out of her tights—and underwear—backside wiggling in the air.
His hand shot to his belt buckle, unfastening it with hurried fingers, his lips instinctively wetting themselves as he watched her stand back up.
She blew a strand of hair from her face, tucking stray locks behind her ears in a brief moment of composure.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants, grapping his boxers along with them. He hesitated for a moment, meeting her gaze. Lucy’s eyes locked on his, her expression steady before she gave him a small, affirming nod.
He exhaled deeply. This is it.
Lifting his hips, he pushed his pants and boxers down, feeling the fabric slide past his member as it bobbed free. He settled back into the chair, leaving his pants at the bend of his knee. Wanting to avoid the full donald duck.
He reached out a hand, a gesture that twisted his gut when she continued to stare instead of taking a seat.
Lucy could hardly comprehend her ‘Christmas wish’ come true. Cooper Howard, practically wrapped in a bow, was here with her. For tonight,
He was hers—and she had always taken care of what was hers.
She fell to her knees. Palms laying on his thighs.
Cooper left out an embarrassing noise. “Oh” was all he said.
Lucy blushed, giving his muscles a gentle squeeze, a reassuring touch. His legs were covered in hair, and she traced small circles with her thumbs, running over the rough twists it created.
She saw his cock twitch right in front of her face and she knew he was going to beg to see her again.
“May I?” She asked sweetly.
“Yeah—yes! Please do,” he said eagerly. This is a strangely specific Christmas miracle, he thought.
Lucy reached out, her fingers curling firmly around the appendage steadying her grip with practiced care.
Cooper’s head tipped back, his neck arching as a deep exhale escaped him “Fuuck–” he groaned.
She angled his cock toward him, leaning in to give it a slow, lick from the base to the very tip. When her mouth reached the top, she swallowed smoothly over the member in one swift, fluid motion. Her tongue flattened against the muscle, gliding with precision before swirling it at the tip, she sucks in causing a super slurped sensation–before diving back down.
“Jesus Christ!” Cooper groans. His hands fly to her hair— fingers tangling in the thick strands.
His head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as the wet heat overwhelmed him. Her tongue was relentless, lapping around him like pulses of water. The pulsing ache climbed up his spine in pleasurable waves. Unable to resist, he pulled against her scalp.
She released a low sound, sending a vibrated hum through his body as she continued her efforts.
Lucy’s hands moved with purpose, one cradling his ball sac, while the other adjusted her grip on his member. As she twisted and pulled, her mouth watered around him, creating a sloppy amount of lubed friction.
The tough pulls of her hair, sent pusles straight to her cunt. She let her eyes flutter closed, savoring the moment, Every subtle motion drew her deeper into the warm, electric ache to be filled. She was grateful she’d taken off her tights—otherwise, they’d be soaked.
Cooper was beginning to lose control of his hips. He could keep going forever, but honestly, they’d already been in here, uninterrupted, for far too long. Just two more…His eyes rolled back, the whites flashing like twin crescents. Her head moved twice more- Okay, three more. One, two - His head fell back. Adam’s apple rising, like a mountain slope. He swallowed hard a groan
“Okay, okay,” his was voice thick and strained.
Lucy stopped abruptly, her movements halting with a soft pop as she pulled back. Her lips were flushed red, her pupils were blown wide, dark pools that fixed on him with a gleam that made his cock jump.
Cooper leaned forward, his lips darting down to catch hers. Lucy gasped, startled, her swollen lips instinctively parting to let him in for a bruising exploration. She barely had a moment to process before he lifted her off the ground, his taut muscles flexing as he leaned back, pulling her up on the chair.
He moaned in her mouth as she scrambled to find her spot. She balanced herself against Coopers solid frame.
She jumped slightly, settling onto his lap. Her lips lingered, their mouths sloppy and hurried.
They broke apart, scanning the area for the condoms. Cooper spotted it to the side and lunged.
Lucy knelt high, lifting the hem of her petticoat.
Cooper’s sharp eyes found his member with the assistance, beneath the last layer of her skirts. He gripped himself firmly, fingers precise as he began rolling the rubber toward the base with care. Lucy watching in a lustful fascination.
With a final, confident tug down, Cooper secured his cock in one place, his other hand immediately moving to brace her left hip. He looked up, catching her lips.
Lucy pushed back, her breath hitching but desperate to drink him in.
He pulled back slightly, gaze locking with hers. His voice stayed low and edged as it broke the silence. “Good?” he asked.
Lucy nodded, determination shining in her eyes. “good.” she replied firmly.
A small smile tugged at Cooper’s lips, “Okay,” he murmured.
Lucy lowered herself onto his shaft.
Exhaling slowly, She let herself settle, embracing the thick intrusion. When He bottomed out, Lucy leaned forward with a soft moan, The indulgent pleasure twisted through her, a wave of sweet beads that seemed to ripple through her core.
Her muscles tightened instinctively, holding on to the feeling.
Cooper groaned, the heat from her cunt enveloping him, like a tidal wave.
The pulsing tunnel sent a flare of pleasure through his sac. He thrusted upward with a gruff grunt drawing out a breath moan from the woman on top of him.
“mmmuh,” she exhaled. So full–so perfect—never has a puzzle piece fit so well.
They were quite a sight. Lucy–bobbing up and down like a lure in water, her skirt fanned out around them, concealing their lewd act.
Cooper clingng tightly to her hips undeaneath the fabric. His fingers gripped with a desperate kind of resolve, his lower half thrusting up as much as his pinned legs would allow.
He rested against her dress-covered chest, Wishing it had been low cut.
Lucy’s cheek pressed into his forehead. His hairline brushing against her forehead as she gasped for air.
The room didn’t echo with the soft grunts of the two. It barely registered the creaking, rhythmic grunts of the leather chair as they adequately concealed their movements from the outside world.
Cooper’s brow glistened with sweat from the exertion, his movements getting erratic. He hadn’t–hasn;t had sex in a chair in—has he actually ever done it in a chair?
With his drinking, and his aged ability to keep his muscles taut, This erection was hardly the easiest to stay afloat. The pleasure becoming denser now, his limbs fighting to stay with her relentless push and pull.
His mind began to spiral.
Lucy felt it too—the fullness had invaded her being. Waves crashed inside her lungs, as he hit a sensitive spot deep within her, over and over.
Stars danced in her vision, the sharp pleasure radiating through her cunt as her legs began to go numb. She was sinking, and there was nothing she could do. Her body trembled with the inevitability of it, She pulled his head back Pressing her lips urgently to his. She gasped into his mouth, her breath quick and shallow, her mouth opening and closing like a helpless goldfish.
Cooper grunted, each sound laced with frustration and pleasure as the weight of her cunt repeatedly engulfed him. His hands guided her with frantic determination, his strong arms helping lift her up where her strength began to fade.
Lucy moaned weakly, her body rising and falling, the rhythm growing faster and more erratic as Cooper’s power sent surging flashes inside her. Each pound pressed her cunt, Slick gushed out in a rush, spreading across his cock in a glossy, sheen.
That seemed to be the final push, The sensation to take her under.
“I’m cumming” she whispered breathlessly, her voice barely audible over the creaking chair and sweaty slaps.
She was blissed, her body betraying her, her core tried to push him out. Clamping hard. She didn’t want to get too loud. Her mouth found Cooper's shoulder and biting into the fabric as the white hot heat burst forward.
Cooper’s focus sharpened at her admission, the primal sound of her voice cutting through his haze. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He moaned in a amazement. His movements grew more forceful as he fought to hold both of them steady.
“Knock– Knock—Knock–”
Terror shot down his spine as his eyes locked onto the turning door knob.
Lucy saw it too—her startled gasp was followed by her quick leap away. The sudden chill of the air hitting his dick sent Cooper further into action. He scrambled upright, his heart hammering in his chest. He bent, tugging his pants back up.
Lucy’s panicked gaze flicked between Cooper and the door, her breath quick and shallow. She smoothed her skirt with trembling hands, hastily tucking stray strands of hair behind her ears in a futile attempt to compose herself.
“Knock—knock.” A voice followed, muffled but firm. “Is someone in there? This room is off limits.”
Lucy inhaled sharply, a flicker of relief mingling with her tension. Of all the people to come to the door, Bud’s the easiest to handle.
She glanced up at Cooper, her heart pounding. He was mid-motion, hurriedly finishing the buckle on his belt, his wide, panicked eyes darting to the door. When he turned back to her, Lucy raised a single finger to her lips.
Cooper grimaced but gave a silent nod, his eyes darting around the room before he shifted out of sight.
Lucy straightened her skirt, took a breath, and carefully cracked the door open. Bud’s face appeared in the gap, his expression lighting up in surprise. “Oh, Lucy!” he greeted, a slight slur to his words as he swayed on his feet. His brow furrowed suddenly, and he pointed a wavering finger at her. “What are you doing in there?”
Lucy gripped the edge of the door tightly, her other hand brushing absently along her waist as she thought fast. “I was avoiding Betty,” she said with a forced chuckle. “And I got caught up reading. Has Cooper shown up?” she added, smoothly shifting the conversation.
Behind the door, Cooper froze, his puzzled expression flicking toward her as he listened.
Bud laughed, the sound warm but unsteady. “Oh, yeah, he was here hours ago,” he replied, then leaned closer conspiratorially, lowering his voice. “But I’m not supposed to tell you.” He finished with a playful wink.
Lucy let out a nervous laugh, straightening her posture to subtly block Bud’s view. She raised her arm just enough to create a barrier, but Bud’s height made it a losing battle as he easily peered over her shoulder.
“He’s not in there with you, is he?” Bud asked, suspicion creeping into his tone. His mind immediately went to the assumption that Cooper might have pulled an Irish goodbye, slipping out unnoticed—but…
Lucy broke into loud, exaggerated laughter, waving a hand dismissively. “Come on, Bud! If Cooper Howard were here, I’d have snuck him to my room by now,” she teased.
Bud stepped back, eyeing her with mock seriousness before his face split into a grin. “Ha! Yeah—don’t let your dad hear you say that,” he said, pointing at her with a chuckle.
Lucy laughed along easily, leaning on the door as she worked to keep her composure. Bud finally gestured over his shoulder. “Most folks have gone home. The few of us left are hitting the hot tub. You should join us.”
Lucy shook her head with a smile. “No, thanks. I’m stuck in the eternal cycle of ‘one more chapter, one more chapter,’” she said, complete with exaggerated air quotes.
Bud laughed again, “Okay, enjoy your book, you know where we are when you finish.” Satisfied, he turned to leave.
Lucy closed the door carefully, exhaling a quiet breath of relief as she glanced over at Cooper.
She offered a hesitant smile. “Well, I think he just implied we won’t be interrupted for a while.”
Cooper slumped, his shoulders sagging with a mix of relief.
Almost getting caught had been terrible —his heart was still racing.
But getting away with it? That felt... erotic.
A slow smile spread across his face as he stepped forward, his hands reaching for her face. He brought her closer, his lips slamming against hers.
Lucy gasped into his mouth, her fingers instinctively gripping his biceps as he steadied her. His broad frame towered over her, his presence both grounding and overwhelming.
He absently guided her backward. Lucy’s heart skipped.
She backed up, step by step, fumbling to stay connected to his lips. When the edge of the desk pressed against her thighs, Her legs spread slightly, finding a comfortable pose.
Cooper paused. His thumb brushed over her jaw and down to her bottom lip. The room felt heavier, the air charged with an unspoken tension as they both lingered in their respective spaces, caught between restraint and impulse gazing into each other's eyes.
Cooper leaned back, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “Lay down,” he ordered softly, his palm pressing firmly against her stomach. Lucy shifted easily up on the hard surface, adjusting herself to find a better position. She adjusted her legs—a wide, steady plant of her feet, on the edge of the desk
Satisfied, Cooper moved down toward her skirts.
Finding the hint of skin buried beneath–He hesitated. Straightening to peer over the petticoat
“May I?” he asked.
Lucy’s face lit up. “Yes!” she replied eagerly.
Cooper grinned back, his toothy smile full of charm, before disappearing beneath the dense fabric
His hands gripped her soft thighs, on either side of his head as he inspected the glistening apex below, His thumbs absently traced slow circles over the smooth skin. He inhaled deeply, Her musk of their sex filling his senses and stirring an unexpected appetite—a longing for the mix they created.
As he adjusted to the dark,eyes landed on a patch of dark, curly hairs, forming in a pleasant triangle. He leaned closer, brushing her hood with his nose.
“ Cooper ” she said breathlessly—The sound signalling straight to his renewing appendage.
He craned his neck, straining to arch his head upward as his tongue reached desperately for her clit.
Lucy's stomach contracted, on the table, each nudge of the tongue vibrating slightly through her spot. "Ugh," she whined.
Her hands managed to find the back of his head gripping his hair tightly to steady his rhythm against her opening to her clit..
Not quite capable of suppressing the urge to press him further down chasing her own pleasure.
He responded with an eager flattening of his tongue along silt.
And she responded with a well thought “yesss–”
He went farther—going down lower to prod her open with his tongue.
“Ahhh, jeez. Ughg.” she moaned, moving her hips.
The real challenge was forcing her hips to stay down. He hummed against her– his nose soaking wet and doing its part against her clit. He stretched his tongue to the bottom of her hole, dragging it upward in one determined motion.
Her body lit up, as he exhaled against her center.
His tongue lapped up, massaging her bud over and over, each press accompanied by a faint mew from Lucy that reverberated against the table with her trembling.
His jaw ached from the effort, but he kept at it, fueled by the desperate hope that he’d feel her gush against his face like she’d done against his cock.
Lucy’s hands slipped away from his hair, covering her flushed face as she let out a shuddering breath. Her body trembled, the swirling ache of white hot pleasure coursing through her. It wasn’t enough—
She gritted her teeth—Another sweep of his tongue—another hovered pass of his teeth on her sweet spot—still, her body remained stubborning rejecting an orgasm.
Her exasperation bubbled over, and she moaned in sheer frustration. “Finger me!”
He heard the demand from above and didn’t hesitate to comply.
Swiftly, he brought his index finger to her hole, probing carefully as he felt her moving walls grip and bringing him inside. Soon– slick coated his fingers, the eger hole flooding with his new attention.
Licking around her folds–he decided to bring in a second finger in, the two working together to open her, quirking up occasionally.
She was so close– But her body wasn’t being cooperative; she moaned, Louder than she’d been all night. Feeling his grip on her left thigh, rubbing soothingly up her body.
Cooper, focused and intent, Flicked his tongue against her clit over and over–bending his fingers upward.
He knows it’s not enough— I’ve gotta to mix it up —-he decides; pulling his tongue down to join his fingers, fucking her earnestly.
“Uhh” She squeaked out, arching her back.
His nose hovers over her clit and he inhales deeply. Craving her scent—
The suction brings a rush of cool air to her clit with a sudden white heat—her body’s resistance giving way…
“ Yess-sss,” She moaned
Lucy gasped, her body moving with a surge of electricity from her core. A tingling broke through her spine, leaving her breathless. Her footing faltered as her legs locked him in with a vice grip.
Slick leaching out to mingle with saliva.
Cooper groaned, His chin dripped and he swallowed.
His own electric charge hummed through him, His cock aching hard behind his jeans.
He stood up, looking down at her, his shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. His eyes were heavy, the toll of a long day etched into the lines of his face.
Below him, Lucy lay sprawled across cherry wood. Her chest rising and falling with labored breaths through flared nostrils. The lingering bliss leaving the faint haze in her gaze.
Her hair fanned out around her head like a halo, a contrast against the pristine surface beneath her. Her skin seemed to glow—a delicate dusting of pink blooming along her cheeks and trailing down her neck. —
“You good?” he asked, a smug edge to his tone as a wide grin spread across his face. His hands settled on his hips, his posture triumphant despite the strain of his too-tight pants.
He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in her again, the comforting warmth of her pulling him in like a magnet.
Lucy raised her right hand lazily, her fingers forming a thumbs-up as her lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. “I’m great,” she replied, her eyes sweeping over him, taking in every detail.
He was a sexy kind of disheveled. His hair tousled with one unruly patch where she restyled it with her grip.
The cold air brushed against the tender skin of her inner thighs. Stinging the faint scratches left behind by his stubble.
Cooper’s hands moved slowly, almost absently, as he smoothed her skirt back down. His gaze was heavy, “Do you want to keep going?”
Lucy propped herself up on her forearms, reaching for him. He leaned down, accepting her lips against his.
She leaned back slightly, her eyes shimmering as she replied, “Yes.”
Cooper’s bright teeth flashed as his grin spread once again. “Good,” he mumbled, his voice low and pleased, leaning in to press a quick, affectionate peck to her lips.
“Good,” she echoed softly, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze lingering on him.
Cooper exhaled deeply, his attention shifting toward the door. They couldn’t drag this out much longer, and the thought tugged at the edges of his resolve. He looked back down at her, his expression firm yet warm.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice carried just enough weight to send a shiver down her spine.
“Yes, sir,” she giggled,
With a burst of energy, she jumped off the desk, her enthusiasm unrestrained. She turned with purpose, her skirt twirling with flare. She braced her hands on the edge leaning forward.
She twisted her neck then— to glance over her shoulder. Her lashes fluttered against soft light, a seductive shadow playing across her features.
Cooper bit his lip, his jaw tightening as his eyes drifted along her back. She moved effortlessly, her hips swinging gently. Enticing him forward.
His focus shifted to the task at hand. Spotting the foil paper he’d been searching for near the chair, he moved quickly, bending down and tearing off a square. His movements were swift, precise, as we began to unbuckle his pants.
Lucy faced away from him, listening to the faint rustle of his movements.
She bit back a soft yawn bubbling up from her chest, her lips pressing together to stifle it. It wasn’t boredom—just the lateness of the hour catching up to her. She wasn’t used to staying up this late, and her body was beginning to remind her of that fact.
Suddenly, a body was draped against her back, its unexpected warmth and weight pressing her forward slightly. She barely had time to react before a low voice tickled the fine hairs of her ear.
“Am I boring you?” the voice drawled, rich and menacing.
Lucy’s chest fluttered, her heart skipping a beat. A sly smile crept across her face as she tilted her head slightly, her tone playful but measured.
“I guess I’m just feeling a little impatient,” she quipped, lifting her wrist and glancing at it as if checking a watch that wasn’t there.
The motion was deliberate, her smirk deepening as she turned her head just enough to catch his reaction out of the corner of her eye.
Cooper gave his cock a few steady, rhythmic pumps, finishing the final application of condom with care. His free hand sifted through the layers of fabric, searching until his fingers found the smooth cleft of her ass.
He stepped forward, lifting his hips slightly. His movements were steady as he sank deep within her.
Lucy’s knuckles whitened as her grip tightened on the wooden edge. Her hold faltered slightly as she leaned further forward, finding the right angle. He shifted fully seating into place. “mAuhh!” She moaned.
She felt even fuller than before, the sensation almost overwhelming. He pulled out slowly in teasing pacing before slamming back into place. Her thighs pressing firmly against the edge of the desk, pinning her. “Ugh god yes. ” she groaned.
Cooper’s eyes fluttered shut as the satisfying heat.
It wrapped around him, just as earth shattering as before. This time, though, the pulsing cunt, seemed more alive, desperate for its reprimand pounding.
Every movement he made felt mirrored, she gripped him back and forth, as if pushing him between realms of pleasure.
Both hands steered her hips. His knuckles white against his hold. She was very certain there would be bruises on her hips tomorrow.
His hold was his anchor, the only thing keeping him from falling into the pieces by the white heat that loomed below. His mind raced, I’m so close, so close… .a mantra repeating with maddening urgency of his thrust. In- out, in- out, in-out.
“FUck.” he groaned though gritted teeth.
Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping down his temples as the sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room. Followed by her little breathy moans from every thrust in.
He was so close to finishing, The pressure mounted, a sharp churn twisting in his lower abdomen, his muscles trembling from the strain as the final moment of choice loomed.
"Can I cum?" he asked through a breathy moan.
He felt he’d earned it— damn well deserved it —and if she dared to suggest otherwise, well, he might just have to do it all over again until she acknowledged what was his due.
But Lucy, oh merciful Lucy, didn’t argue. She nodded, her chest heaving as she took in a deep gulp of air.
She was utterly spent, her body full to its limits and beyond. “Yes, yes I want you to cum. Please cum for me.” she rushed out. Her pussy clenched, spasming around the invasive pressure of him.
The final hum rippled through his sac, a low, resonant wave that seemed to echo within him. It paired seamlessly with her strength, her every movement pressing against him with deliberate force, challenging him at every thrust in.
His hands trembled, a shaky stutter in his grip. “F-Fuck. Yes,” he let out, toes curling in tandem.
He glanced down spreading her cheeks. His eyes fixed on the final pumps of his cock in and out of her hole.
A warm flush spread across her cheeks as she felt him spread her wide, his hands revealing her hidden areas. Air touching—sent a ripple of anticipation through her, Only heightening the inexplicable thrill of his thick muscled gliding along her walls. “ Yes,thank you. .” she whispered feeling—-
A shudder rippled through him as he released the last few drops of his orgasm into the condom.
She grimaced as she felt him pull out, silently wishing he could have stayed there longer. Cementing his ecstasy inside her,
She exhaled through her nostrils, rising on shaky legs. Turning around in a slightly fumbling motion, she smoothed out her dress, before facing Cooper.
He stood there, beat red, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes were dark and blown wide, a soft, almost dazed smile tugging at his lips. “That was…” he began, his voice low and uneven as he searched for the right word. Incredible? Unbelievable? Magnificent?
“Good?” she ventured, a nervous little laugh escaping her.
He let out a soft, airy laugh of his own. Running a hand through his disheveled hair, “Yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “Really good.”