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Fucking hell, the goddamn Vault-dweller is more trouble than she’s worth. Cooper can’t for the life of him understand why the fuck he ever bothered asking her to tag along. Tch. Except that’s a lie. For whatever godforsaken reason, the thought of her staying with that tin can soldier pissed him off to no end. That’s why.
Now he’s paying for the consequences of those stupid actions.
“You wanna tell me what the fuck all that was about?” he asks, following Lucy into their shared motel room.
“What? I was getting myself out of a bad situation.”
“A situation that you started yourself by bein’ a fuckin’ tease.”
She has the audacity to laugh. “Excuse me? I didn’t realise being polite—”
“Therein lies yer issue, Sweetheart. Ya still don’t know how the Wasteland works but you trounce about as if ya do. It’s bad enough that you bring attention to yourself everywhere you go ‘cause you refuse to change outta that goddamn jumpsuit.”
“Gosh, you’re acting as if I got captured by the Legion all over again. It was just some jerk in a bar who got a little handsy.”
“Yeah, and then I—”
“You didn’t have to do anything. While I do appreciate your concern, I don’t need you to save me. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Ya got a funny fuckin’ way o’ showin’ it, darlin’.”
Lucy tilts her head and grins. “You know what? I think you hate it. I think you hate that I’m not some helpless Vault-dweller. Some…damsel in distress.”
Cooper scoffs. “You think I’m mad that you’re fuckin’ competent?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs her shoulders. “You do enjoy showing off.”
“Well, y’know, what I think you hate, Vaultie?” He steps up to her. “I think you hate that you enjoy it when I show off. Better yet, I think you hate that you’re slowly findin’ how ya truly are just like me.”
She scowls at him. “I am not.”
“You are. You’re stubborn. Reckless.” She lifts her hand with the aim of slapping him, but he blocks her. Grabs her by the wrist, twisting her arm and turning her around, pinning it behind her and trapping it between their bodies. “An addict. A fighter,” Cooper then goes on, speaking directly in her ear. “Well? What’s yer next move, little killer?”
Lucy twists some more to escape his hold, spinning around to face him again. Except this time, she moves to kiss him, that same hand cradling his cheek rather than slapping it. The kiss breaks after a moment, as if she’s waiting for him to shoot her. He doesn’t. Hell, he doesn’t react at all because this is brand-new territory. So, she takes advantage of his lapse of judgement and kisses him a second time. That’s when he finally reciprocates, digging his fingers into the muscles of her lower back. Keeping her in place.
“Your move,” she whispers into the limited space between them.
He guides her backwards, thrilled with the way she goes so willingly. Her legs hit the bed, and she allows herself to drop onto the mattress. Props herself up on her elbows, quirking her eyebrow at him. Goading him. Challenging. Waiting for him. Calling his bluff. So, he dares to crawl over her, going in for yet another kiss. She lay all the way back now, bringing him with her.
“What exactly is the game here, Sweetheart?” Cooper asks when the kiss breaks again, his tone low. Gruff. Thick with the desire he’s been ignoring for so long. It’s not fair how easily she brings it to the surface.
“It feels like we’ve already been playing a game this whole time.” Her nose brushes against the cavity where his used to be. “I like to think this is how we can both win.”
“I ain’t a prize.”
Lucy grins at him because she understands. Because she knows him well enough by now to know it’s a joke. A tease. “Well, I apologise for objectifying you.”
He shakes his head. “That ain’t—”
She kisses him once more, shutting him up. Shutting down the trail of thought. “Just make your next move,” she says again. “Please.”
“I don’t think you understand what you’re getting’ yourself into, darlin’.”
“What? You don’t think I can handle you?”
“Reckon that’s exactly it.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, so…” She bats her eyelashes at him. “Try me.”
Cooper leans down. Nuzzles at her cheek. “Sure is temptin’.” Then he pulls back. Removes himself from the bed altogether. “I do believe you’re still comin’ down from them drugs, though.”
Lucy props herself up on her elbows again. “I’m perfectly fine. I’m in complete control and I know what it is I’m asking for.”
“Still don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“You’re just gonna forfeit, then?”
He scoffs. “It ain’t forfeitin’ ‘cause it ain’t a fuckin’ game, Sweetheart.” He leans against the wall now, folding his arms across his chest. “No matter how much you wanna tell yourself it is.”
She swallows hard, sitting up the rest of the way. “If you’re afraid of me growing attached to you, then don’t—”
“Stop.”
She huffs, getting to her feet. “I can handle it. It’s just sex.” She puts her hands on her hips, indignantly. “If not you, then I’ll go back to that bar and find someone else.”
Huh. Cooper isn’t sure whether to laugh or growl. “You wouldn’t dare. Ya don’t strike me as the type to fuck any ol’ stranger.”
“Or does the thought of me being with someone else make you jealous?”
He clenches his jaw. Of course it does, but he can’t admit that. He also can’t help the way his gaze drags across Lucy’s body. “Ain’t got nothin’ to be jealous of.”
She has the nerve to fucking smile. “That was quite the delay.”
His eyes narrow. “Ain’t playin’ around, Vaultie.”
“Neither am I.”
That’s it… He pushes off the wall, crowding her against the bed. Grabs her by the waist before she can tumble backwards. Hears the little gasp fall from her parted lips. “Once I’m through with ya,” and he shoves her onto the mattress, “you’ll be a fuckin’ wreck. In the meantime, you’re gonna be the obedient little Vaultie that you is, yeah?"
She nods her head. “Yes.”
“Listen close: Once I start, I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til I decide you’ve had enough. You sure you’re ready for that?”
“Yes, yes.”
Without any other preamble, he unzips her jumpsuit. Pushes his fingers into it, ripping aside her underwear to get at her wet slit. Her hands move to his shoulders, gripping tightly as he wastes no time easing a single finger inside her cunt. He pumps it in and out a few times before adding a second digit, moving them in a scissoring motion now.
“You’re just desperate to be touched, ain’t ya, darlin’? Already so fuckin’ wet just thinkin’ ‘bout what I’ll do to ya.” She gasps at a particularly rough stroke of his fingers, causing him to smirk. “Willin’ to bet you’ve never cum more than once in a go, but that’ll change after tonight. I’ll keep you cummin’ ‘til you’re fuckin’ dry.” That gets a whine out of her, and he decides at that moment he needs to hear every sound Lucy can make with that pretty mouth. It’s also at that moment she tries pressing her forehead to his chest. Hiding her face. He sneaks his free hand between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around her throat and pushing her back. “I wanna see you, Sweetheart,” Cooper goes on. “Granted, I can already tell how good I’m makin’ ya feel by how wet you are, but I wanna see it on yer face, too.” She squeezes her eyes shut as he continues finger-fucking her. He squeezes his grip a little tighter around her neck when he feels her cunt clenching. She lets out a choked groan as she cums for the first time that night. “Atta girl…”
He removes his fingers from her cunt, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean. Watches her catch her breath, keeping his other hand splayed over her chest. Then she reaches for his belt buckle. He quickly spins her around, stopping her. Tugs her suit off her shoulders and down her arms, freeing them. Then he pulls her against his body, her ass immediately pressing into the bulge in his trousers.
“Please,” Lucy breathes.
“Not yet.”
“But—”
“Ya gotta earn it, Sweetheart. I’ll let ya know when ya get to have it.”
His fingers find their way back into her suit. Into her underwear that she’s already made a mess of, but he’s ready to add to it. So, his fingers also go back into her waiting cunt. Her head drops onto his shoulder as he takes his time with it now. Drags his fingers along her inner walls, mapping out every inch. Meanwhile, he nips and sucks at her neck, leaving dark bruises. He’ll make sure everyone in the Wasteland knows he’s had her. That no one else can touch her.
“Is that good?” he soon asks.
"Yes…"
Cooper brushes his thumb over her clit and her hips buck. His other arm wraps around her midsection, keeping her pressed to his body. Lucy squirms, rubbing her ass against his erection. He takes the little bit of friction, still focusing on her pleasure. He swipes his thumb more roughly across her clit and she mewls at the sensation. He presses harder and harder, his fingers still working at the spot deep inside her cunt simultaneously. Her moans turn higher pitched until she cums a second time, her juices dripping down his hand.
He releases her and she stumbles, her knees visibly shaking. He chuckles under his breath, turning her around and seating her on the edge of the bed. He kneels before her and starts unlacing her boots, allowing her a chance to catch her breath. After he pulls the shoes off her feet, she gently cups his face in her hands, tilting his head upwards. She leans down to kiss him, slow and sensual. He grips and squeezes her thighs as he kisses back. Only lets go when her hands slip beneath the collar of his duster and push it back. He shrugs it off, allowing it to gracelessly fall to the floor behind him. The kiss breaks and she’s looking at him with such reverence that he feels it in his own rotting chest. His hands return to the jumpsuit to pull it the rest of the way off. She removes the tank top, leaving her in nothing but a dirty bra and soaked through underwear. Beautiful…
He kisses along her inner thighs. Leaves little nips and love bites on the sensitive skin. Then he puts his mouth over her covered slit. She leans back on her hands, humming pleasurably. Gasps as he tugs her forward so that her ass is hanging half off the bed, and she falls all the way back. He removes her underwear and places her legs over his shoulders. He gives her one last onceover before diving in, pushing his tongue as deep into her cunt as it’ll go. She cries out, grinding hard against his face. Cooper laps at her inner walls like a man starved. Frankly, he is. It’s been decades since he’s had his mouth on a woman. And apparently this is a skill that can’t be forgotten.
She reaches for him. Knocks his hat off and digs her nails into his marred scalp. He growls in response, sending a shiver through her body. He pulls back to focus on her swollen bud, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Her back arches, thrusting her hips into his face again as she immediately cums over his chin. He doesn’t stop. He continues licking and sucking on her clit even as she tries pushing him away. He holds her down, making her cum on his tongue one…two…three more times. Her thighs squeeze around his head, and he thinks he may temporarily go deaf.
When he finally pulls away, it’s only because Lucy’s body has gone limp. He takes this time to remove his bandoliers. His weapons. His vest. Leaves his shirt and uncomfortably tight pants for now.
“You’re doin’ so well, Sweetheart,” he tells her, shifting her body fully into the bed. “You ready to keep goin’?”
“You—You’re still…dressed.”
“Didn’t say you were gettin’ my cock yet.”
“Please,” she whines.
“Careful or you won’t get it at all.”
He crawls over her. Kisses at her neck and shoulders. Tugs her bra out of the way to play with a pert nipple. And when Cooper takes it between his teeth, he feels her hands moving. Sneaking between their bodies, aiming for his trousers. He immediately pulls away.
“Do I have to tie you down, Miss MacLean?” She frantically shakes her head, and he hums. Grabs Lucy’s wrists, pinning them on either side of her head. “Then keep yer hands to yer goddamn self.”
He brings his mouth back to her nipple. Sucks at bites at the nub before daring to release her wrists so he can work his way down her body. He kisses along her midriff, coming face-to-face with a scar at her waist. He tilts his head, bringing a hand up to trace it with his thumb. She seems to tense up at the touch, so he doesn’t ask. Just presses his lips to the raised skin before continuing his downward trail until he finds himself between her legs again. He drags his tongue along the length of her slit.
“Stop teasing,” she speaks up, breathless.
“You said you could handle it.”
Her comeback stutters into a groan as he pushes two fingers inside her again. Pumps them in and out before taking her swollen clit back into his mouth. He brings her to completion once more before removing himself from the bed to fully undress. Tries not to think about the last time he was nude in front of a woman. Long before the radiation scarring, that’s for damn sure. She still doesn’t back down, though, looking at him with the same amount of desire. Desperation.
Cooper flips her onto her stomach. Pulls her hips up while keeping her upper body pushed down. Then he presses his leaking cock between her thighs. Drags himself along her slit, coating himself in her slick. Lucy pushes her ass towards him, and he grips her hips tight enough to leave bruises.
“Stay still.”
“Fuck me,” she gasps.
He growls. Shit, he may not be able to handle this. To handle her.
Cooper lines his tip up with her entrance. Slowly pushes just the head past her folds before stopping. Pushes in another inch, and then another. Stops and pulls almost all the way out only for Lucy to follow. To try and take him on her own terms. He immediately pushes her onto her side, removing himself from the bed. She follows him, crawling on her hands and knees.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry—”
“That ain’t bein’ obedient, darlin’.”
“I know and I’m sorry, but please—”
He shakes his head. “Got other plans now.” He stands at the edge of the bed. “Gonna put that fresh mouth o’ yours to good use.”
She kneels on the bed in front of him without any objections. He takes a fistful of her hair and guides her to his weeping cock. She opens right up for him, no hesitation. Works her tongue along the length of him as she bobs her head. And when he notices that she’s trying to snake a hand between her thighs, he grabs her by the elbows. Holds her wrists against her lower back as he forces his cock down her throat. She moans around him, and he grunts from the vibrations. Holds himself there, relishing in the way her muscles flex around him. Once she relaxes, he starts fucking her mouth.
“That’s it,” Cooper grits out. “Little Killer knows how to use her mouth, huh? Suck off all yer little Vaultie boyfriends, didn’t ya?” She whines around his cock and he chuckles darkly. “That’s what I thought.” Lucy swallows, and he stops his movements. Feels the way he throbs in the confines of her throat. “Tell me, Sweetheart,” he goes on. “Should I cum like this? Make you swallow it?” He looks down at her. She’s already looking at him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “What say you, Miss MacLean?”
Her cheeks are flushed so stunningly as she blinks up at him. He pumps his hips a few more times before pulling out. Wraps a hand around his cock and strokes himself, pushing her onto her back again. Then he spills over her chest. She moans softly, licking her lips. Fuck… He pushes her legs apart, kneeling on the bed and settling between her thighs.
“You gonna be a good girl and actually listen this time?” he asks. She nods her head. “Yeah? You ain’t gonna rush me?” And she shakes her head. “For yer sake, let’s hope you’re tellin’ the truth.”
This time, he bottoms out with one thrust. She shouts from the pleasure, throwing her head back. He groans at the feeling of finally being encased by her tight heat. Doesn’t bother giving her the chance to adjust and just starts fucking her, hard and fast. She reaches for him, above her head, for anything to hold on to. He holds her waist. Shifts his hands beneath her to hold her ass, lifting her hips. It changes the angle, allowing him to slide that much deeper into her.
Just as Cooper feels her inner walls beginning to quiver—the telltale signs that her climax is approaching—he pulls all the way out. The sound that falls from Lucy’s lips is that of pure distress.
“No, what did I do?” she asks. “I was being good. Wasn’t I being so good?”
“Hush, darlin’, you were perfect.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“Breathe.”
She does. She takes a deep, shaky breath. Then another. And another. Once she’s calmed down, he eases his cock back into her cunt. Fucks her right to the edge again and pulls out. He does this over and over and over until she’s practically sobbing. Begging for release. He hushes her once more, shifting their position. He sits back against the headboard, splaying her across his lap. Seating her on his cock. C’mon, just like that. She’s exhausted. Half-conscious. He lay her against his chest and fucks up into her. She makes soft, whimpering noises while he whispers sweet nothings in her ear. Words of encouragement until she finally cums around his cock, her inner walls spasming while her entire body twitches and trembles. He bites her shoulder as he cums, as well, this time filling her with his seed.
Lucy passes out like that. Cooper keeps her on his cock, lightly running his hands up and down her smooth back, tracing her spine. He must doze off, as well, because he suddenly feels her bouncing on him. Growls low in the back of his throat as his eyes refocus. Then he shoves her off him, causing her to yelp in surprise. Pins her to the bed on her stomach as he moves to lay atop her.
“Sneaky minx, ain’t ya, darlin’?” he mutters in her ear. “Takin’ whatever ya want to feed that greedy, insatiable cunt o’ yours.”
She squirms beneath. “You want it just as much as I do,” she grits out. “You’re enjoying this game.”
He kisses her neck. “Never said I was done with ya, anyhow. Told ya I’d fuck ya ‘til you’re dry and you ain’t dry yet.”
He moves upright to his knees. Pulls her upright, as well, holding her body against his, chest to back. He pumps his cock between her slick thighs, wrapping his hands around her to play with her breasts. This time when she reaches for his cock, he doesn’t stop her. He lets her angle it and work it back into her cunt, past her swollen, puffy labia. Still, her body welcomes him. Sucks him right in. She moans as she grinds down onto him. He keeps one hand playing with one nipple while his other hand wraps around her throat.
“You feel fuckin’ incredible, Lucy, y’know that?” he starts. “Anyone else ever make ya feel this good?”
“N-no…”
“Any other man’s cock ever fill you like mine does?”
“No.”
He licks a stripe up the column of her neck. Tastes the dried remnants of his spend. Nips at the shell of her ear. “You take me so well, too. Like yer cunt was made for me.”
With that, Cooper pushes her forward. She catches herself on her hands, but he grabs the nape of her neck to push her all the way down. Fucks her from behind until she’s screaming and cumming around his cock again. He buries himself to the hilt inside her as he spills even more of his seed into her waiting cunt. Her body slumps against the mattress and he nearly slips out of her. He moves with her instead, remaining buried inside her. She’s now flat against the bed and he’s on top of her, rolling and grinding into her.
“Don’t you worry, Sweetheart. If ya fall asleep, I’ll continue fuckin’ you. ‘Sides, you liked wakin’ up with my cock still inside ya, didn’t you?” She whimpers and he chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”
Lucy doesn’t pass out again. She cums for the umpteenth time, and he relishes in the way her body continues sucking him in. As if she never wants to let go.
Her words say differently: “Please, no more. I can’t—”
“You can.”
She shakes her head. “No, no…”
“Yes,” he growls. “You can and you will.” Cooper holds her down roughly. “You wanted me to fuck you, right? That’s exactly what I’m doin’ here. I warned ya that you wouldn’t be able to handle it, but you insisted. So, then I told ya I’d fuck ya ‘til I decided we’re done. Well, I ain’t finished yet.”
“Please…”
He slips out of her and rolls her onto her back. Her chest is heaving and she looks absolutely wrecked. If she never lets him touch her again, he thinks he’ll be able to live with those consequences. Especially since he’ll have this image burned into his mind for the rest of his existence.
She tugs him towards her. He goes willingly. Their lips meet, moving languidly against each other. She first wraps her arms around him. He loses track of how long they spend doing just this. Remembers his cock when she twines her legs with his. He finds his way back into her aching cunt, but he never stops kissing her. Her lips, her face, her jaw, her shoulders. He covers her. Makes sure she’ll feel the burn of his touch across every inch of her skin.
Their hips move in unison. Precise little ruts, and Cooper wishes he could tear into Lucy’s flesh. Gnaw his way into the cavity of her chest. Eat her heart out just like he had eaten her cunt out. Raw and feverish and devastatingly delicious.
When she cums this time, it seems to be all-encompassing. Her limbs tighten around his body along with her cunt clamping down on his cock. She’s trembling with the force of it, crying out her pleasure for the umpteenth time that night. Arches her back against his body, keeping their hips locked perfectly together. He buries his face in the crook of her neck as he follows her over the edge, his cock pulsing in time with her fluttering cunt. He empties into her, filling her so much he can feel it spilling out around him. Dripping down their tangled thighs.
He rolls onto his back, taking her with him. Letting her lie atop his body. His cock slips out of her, and he feels even more of their mixed fluids spilling from her oversensitive and overworked hole. She makes a muffled sort of surprised sound, yet it still carries a pleasant tone. She rests her head against his chest, and he dares to wrap his arms around her.
They both rest. Hell, he told Lucy she wouldn’t be able to handle him, but he could barely handle her. It’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did. Then again, the Vaultie herself had been an excellent motivator. He thoroughly enjoyed bringing her pleasure. And depriving her of that same pleasure. She was so responsive and—
“You win,” she mumbles when she comes to.
He can’t help the soft chuckle. “Thought I said it ain’t a game.”
“Doesn’t matter. You still win.” She’s boneless. He can tell by how heavy she feels on top of him. All deadweight. “I’m already so sore. I don’t think I’ll be able to move for the next three days. At least.”
“Good.” Cooper nuzzles the top of her head. “Now I can really do whatever it is I wanna do with you.”
“You’ve already ruined me. What more can you possibly do?”
He hums. “You sound…disappointed.”
“Not at all.”
“Ya sure?”
“Positive. Everything about that was incredible. I had no idea I could go so many times. Even the ones that felt forced were still amazing.” Lucy lifts and turns her head to look at him. “I just hope you don’t feel the need to always prove me wrong. I’m not sure I can handle sex like that every time.”
Tch. Neither can he. Frankly, he can’t believe she never called his bluff. “I’ll give you a break next time.”
She grins lazily. “How generous of you.”
He dares to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “C’mon. Let’s get ya cleaned up and on a Radaway drip.”
Cooper helps her to the shower, her knees still wobbly. He stomps down the pride he feels swelling in his chest. He shouldn’t feel proud of this. If anything, he should feel ashamed. He took advantage of her. Except the way she smiles at him says otherwise. The way she bats her eyelashes and winds her arms around his neck and pulls him in for another kiss tells him he did everything right. For once.
“Tell me there’s no one else,” she whispers against his lips in between kisses.
“Ain’t no one but you, Sweetheart.”
“Tell me we can be together. That we can stay like this.”
He holds back a scoff. “Ya don’t actually want that. You got yer whole life ahead of ya.” A pause. “You got that Knight waitin’ on ya.”
The very same tin can soldier she left for him. The one he wanted to be chosen over. And he was, but for what? For her to develop feelings? For him to grow attached? It was never supposed to be this way, but…
If that’s the case, then why does being with her feel so right?
She hums, moving her hands to his shoulders. Traces the scarring along his chest and down his abdomen. Decades of burns and bullet holes and stab wounds and every other kind of injury imaginable. Cooper’s body is a museum of anguish, yet Lucy still looks at him with enchantment. Like he’s some work of art. A masterpiece.
“If you don’t want the same, you can tell me that,” she then goes on. “I won’t be offended if you just want sex. Or if you decide this is only to be a one-time thing.” She lifts her gaze to meet his. “I’m a big girl; I can handle rejection.”
Except he won’t reject her even though he knows he should. Even though he knows this will end in disaster. For one reason or another.
He doesn’t acknowledge the comment. Not yet. Instead, he finishes washing them both up. Helps her back to the bed and preps a Radaway IV for her. She lays back against the headboard as he sets everything up and carefully hooks it into her arm. Then he lay on the other side of her, close enough for her to rest her head on his shoulder.
“No matter what happens, I think you truly have ruined me,” she breaks the silence again. “I’m not sure I’ll ever have sex as good as that with anyone else.” Lucy presses her lips together. “How many other women have you left broken-hearted?”
Cooper can tell she’s trying to sound playful. Except there’s just a bit too much sincerity and bittersweetness in her tone to come across as a joke. “There haven’t been any other women since my wife,” he admits. “Just you.”
Not that he’s trying to break her heart. That was never his goal.
“Oh.” She swallows hard. “I’m sorry.”
“What’re you apologisin’ for?”
Lucy shrugs her shoulders. “For seducing you. For forcing you—”
“You ain’t force me to do shit. I fucked you ‘cause I wanted to fuck you.”
And after all of that, she still blushes now. “Okie-dokie.” She turns her head and kisses his chest. “And if you are afraid of hurting me, you shouldn’t be. I understand that anything can happen and anything can go wrong and—”
“And I’m doin’ everythin’ in my power to keep you safe, Vaultie.”
“I know, but it’s like I said at the beginning of all this: I can take care of myself.”
Sure, but he wants to take care of her. That’s what fucking terrifies him. “I know.”
She smiles but it seems almost sheepish. “So…was this a one-time deal?" she then asks. “Or would you be willing to fuck me again?”
No. That’s the only feasible answer. The most realistic answer. The only answer that makes a lick of goddamn sense. When he looks at her, though, all he sees are the bruises that he covered her with. The marks she whined and pleaded and begged him for.
Like hell Cooper will let anyone else touch her that way.
Tch. What about any of this makes sense?
“I could be convinced,” he tells her. “So, I’ll keep on fuckin’ you ‘til you decide to tell me to fuck off.”
Lucy’s next smile is much more genuine. It reaches her eyes, glimmering in those hazel depths. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Yeah. Just like Cooper had been hoping she would call his bluff. Instead, she played directly into his hand. Then again, he folded and showed his cards the moment she kissed him.
Now he’s all in.