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Cooper took another sip of his martini and resolutely tried to ignore the giggling girls across the dark bar. He could feel their eyes on him, and every time he looked up, the dark haired girl had her big eyes glued to him.
He wouldn't look again, though.
He went to take another drink, and grimaced at the TV in the corner. It was showing a Vault Tec ad, though not one of his, thank God. Those had been rarer and rarer since the divorce and his cutting ties with the company.
He was glad for it, no matter how much he could use the royalties right now.
Turning away from the ad, he made the mistake of looking toward the girls again, catching the eye of the dark haired beauty. She eyed him up and tipped her glass toward him, licking over her bottom lip.
Fuck, but she was pretty as a picture. Long, dark hair falling over her shoulder. Dark blue dress with a square cut neckline low enough to show off the curve of her breasts, which she drew attention to by running the finger of her other hand along the edge of the dress.
Despite the childish giggling with her blonde friend and the young appearance, she had to be at least old enough to be in this bar and drinking like she had been.
He took another drink and let his eyes linger on her breasts. It'd been almost a year since his divorce, and longer still since he'd had sex. Those sultry eyes and that dragging finger of hers had him thinking too much with his dick.
Cooper shook his head at himself and turned fully back to the bar. Pretty girls like that weren't for dirty old men like him, no matter what eyes she made at him. His hand drifted to his cock, and he gave his half hard length a consoling rub through his pants as he threw back the rest of his martini. He would just have to make do with some more alcohol and a good jerk when he got home.
Lifting his glass, Cooper waved down the bartender. “Another dirty martini, please.” He popped the olive from his previous drink in his mouth.
“You know,” a soft voice said from his side, “I've never had a dirty martini.”
Cooper startled at the sound and turned. It was the dark haired girl in the pretty blue dress. Of course it was her. He let his eyes trail from her face back down to her breasts. God, she was even more beautiful close up. His resistance wavered and, with one last cautionary twinge, vanished just as easily as his first drink. Smiling, he looked back up and waved his hand at the seat next to him.
“Well now, that's a shame,” he drawled. He turned toward her as the bartender set his drink down in front of him. “Would you like to try one now?”
She smiled and bit down on her bottom lip gently. “If you're offering.”
He waved down the bartender again, not taking his eyes from the woman beside him. “Another dirty martini then, for this pretty lady.”
“I'm Lucy,” she said, sliding into the chair next to him. “And you're Cooper Howard, aren't you?”
Of course she was a fan, with all that giggling.
“That I am.” Cooper grabbed his glass, taking a sip.
Lucy smiled, bashfully. “I'm sorry to bother you, but I just had to come say hi.”
She leaned into his space, reaching for the glass the bartender set down in front of her. Her knee brushed against him, and she tipped the glass toward him and took a sip.
She immediately made a face, and he had to laugh.
“Not for you, sweetheart?”
“That's really something, isn't it.” She attempted to smile through her grimace as she set her glass down. Her knee was still pressed against his.
“That it is,” he took another sip of his own drink.
“So what makes it dirty ?” She leaned a little closer to him, rubbing her finger over the rim of her glass.
He smirked and licked his lip, watching as she brought her hand to her mouth.
“That would be the olive brine.”
Her other hand came to rest on his knee. He took a deep breath as her fingers rubbed over the seam. He widened his legs for her and she smiled a little wider.
“Maybe the second time’s the charm?” she asked him, taking another sip. Her nose wrinkled again and she flicked out her tongue a little in disgust..
Cooper laughed again. “Don't force yourself on my account.”
“How am I supposed to get to know you with no excuse to stay over here?” She pouted and trailed her hand a little higher up his leg.
Cooper turned further toward her, throwing his arm over the back of his chair. Her hand stayed on his thigh, turning as he moved, and coming to rest even higher than before.
“Well, now, darlin’, who says you need an excuse?”
“I've been trying to get up the nerve to come over here for the last half an hour,” Lucy laughed a little breathlessly.
His eyes drifted down to her chest and lingered in the swell for a second before meeting her eyes. “You definitely have my attention.”
Her hand inched a little higher up his knee. His cock was more than half hard now, and if she kept moving up his thigh, she would know it.
“So what's brought you out tonight, Cooper? Looking for company?” She shifted forward on her seat, leg pressed up against the outside of his. Her legs were spread on either side of his, her pretty blue dress barely a sop to modesty.
“Just looking for a drink, but now that company's found me, I'm not opposed.” It was his turn for boldness, and he let his own hand brush her knee, sliding up under her dress to palm the outside of her thigh.
She hummed and shifted her hand that last little bit higher, just enough her fingertips brushed his hard cock in his pants.
Cooper took in a deep breath and gripped her thigh. Her big eyes seemed to twinkle at him as she grinned. She suddenly stood and pressed up against his side. She leaned toward him, and he shivered as her breath brushed against his ear.
“I think this kind of company deserves a little more privacy, though, don't you?” she murmured.
“Yeah,” he rumbled back as she pulled away.
Lucy's hand brushed his clothed erection again before she pulled away and walked toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms, hips swaying seductively.
Cooper watched the sway for just a second before he took one last sip of his drink and stood to follow her. Dirty old man he definitely was, but no way was he turning down that kind of invitation.
He caught up to her just as she turned the doorknob to one of the bathrooms, pressing up against her back as she pushed the door open.
The door gently thumped closed behind them and Lucy turned, pressing up close against his chest. He didn't give her the chance to say anything, hand coming up to grasp at the back of her neck as he pulled her into a kiss.
She didn't hesitate, though, leaning into him and immediately opening her mouth to his questing tongue. Cooper hummed against her mouth and let his other hand rest against her ass, pulling her close enough to grind his hard cock against her.
Lucy rocked against him as she dragged his button up out of his pants, ran her hands up under it and around to his back, gripping him tightly. Pulling back a little, he ran his mouth down to her neck, nipping at her pulse point.
Lucy gasped and pressed against him tighter, tilting her head back to give him room.
“Don't forget to lock the door,” she said.
Cooper leaned back to look at her. Her pupils were blown wide with lust and her lipstick was smeared just a little. There was a light red mark on her neck where he had nipped at her.
He took a step back and reached behind him, pressing the lock and listening to it latch.
“You look fucking incredible, sweatheart,” he said, letting his eyes trail over her body. “You got a condom? Like I said, I wasn't expecting company tonight.”
She grinned and reached down for the handbag she had dropped to the floor when they had entered the room. Rifling around for just a second, she pulled out a condom.
“I'm always prepared.” She set it on the sink counter next to them and reached for Cooper again.
“Good.” He stepped close, letting her pull him in. This time he brought both hands up between them and grasped her breasts, massaging them.
Lucy pressed against his hands and leaned up, pressing her mouth to his. He could feel her reaching behind herself, and the sound of a zipper echoed loudly in the room. Her top loosened against his hands.
Growling against her mouth, Cooper pulled her top down over her arms, taking her bra straps with it. She pulled her arms out of the dress and it sagged to her waist. Cooper pressed down her bra and pulled out her breasts.
He dragged his mouth down her neck, and Lucy arched into his exploring hands, moaning softly. Her breasts were the perfect handful, and her nipples pebbled up under his palms.
Lucy's hand ran down his side and came to the front of his pants. She grasped his cock through his pants. It was his turn to moan as she rubbed him through his slacks.
She went for his belt after only a second, quickly undoing his fly and reaching into his pants to maneuver his cock out.
“Fuck,” Cooper thrust into her hand.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No worries, darlin’, I'm definitely going to.” He urged her back a few steps and turned her to face the mirror. “Watch us.”
He leaned over her back and sucked a mark into her shoulder, reaching down to drag her dress up over her ass. He smirked into her shoulder. She wasn't wearing any underwear. “You had plans for tonight?”
She laughed lightly and pressed her ass back into his hands. “I did. I came out looking for a good time. Are you going to give me one, Cooper?”
He reached between her thighs, pushing between her lips and dragging his fingers up her wet center. She gasped and spread her legs wider as he circled her clit.
“You ain't having fun already, sweetheart? It feels like you are.” Cooper dragged two fingers down from her clit and pressed against her entrance, slipping into her wet heat.
She gasped and pressed back against him. “Nothing to complain about so far.”
Cooper sucked a second mark next to the first and met her eyes in the mirror. Licking up her neck, he set his mouth to her ear.
“Damned with faint praises,” he rumbled.
Lucy shivered against him and he felt her channel clench down on his fingers as he thrust into her. His other hand reached for the condom and held it up.
“Lend me a hand?”
Lucy arched and pressed back into him as he thrust his fingers into her harder. Her hands trembled just a little as she reached up to grab it.
“A little better than no complaints, now, darlin’?” Cooper brought his other hand down and pressed it against her clit, rubbing it between two fingers.
A high pitch moan trembled out of Lucy and she clenched her hand down on the condom. Cooper watched in the mirror as her eyes slid closed and she tipped her head back. She bit down on her bottom lip.
He thrust his fingers into her harder. “The condom, Lucy?”
“Fuck, Cooper,” she whimpered.
“I will. Come on, darlin’, you want it, you gotta open that for me. My hands are a little busy here.”
Her hips rocked against him as he thrust his fingers and she looked down at her hands. He roughly rolled her clit just as she moved to open the condom and she moaned sharply, hand clenching around it again.
He didn't stop, watching intently at the mirror as she bit down harder on her lip.
“I'm gonna come,” she whined.
“Then we get to see how many times you can go, because I'm not stopping until I get my cock in this tight little pussy.”
High pitched moans tumbled out of her mouth with every thrust of his fingers, but Lucy finally got her fumbling hands to cooperate enough to open the condom wrapper. She pulled the condom out and held it up in the air.
Cooper ground his cock against the bottom of her ass and slipped his fingers out of her to grab it.
“Fuck,” Lucy gasped, hips still pressing into his other fingers.
He pulled away from her, and a negative sound came out of her mouth, not quite a no but not quite another moan.
“Just a sec, darlin’, I need both hands here.”
She leaned further over the sink and pressed her ass back as he quickly slicked his hand over his cock and slid the condom on. “Want you to fuck me,” she whined.
He slouched his knees just enough to notch his cock into her, pressing deep in one hard thrust. It punched a cry out of her.
“That's the plan,” he panted and set his teeth into her shoulder. He started up a hard rhythm, slipping his fingers back around to her clit.
Lucy just whimpered and held on to the sink, rocking back with every thrust. It was barely any time when he felt her start clenching up on him. “Fuck, darlin’, that's it. Gonna come for me?”
“Yes, yes, fuck, don't stop, I'm so close,” she whimpered, dripping her head forward. Her hands gripped at the sink edges, and she whined.
Cooper kept his eyes glued to her face as he fucked her. Her face was flushed and eyes squeezed tight shut. He loved how her mouth was dropped open a little and she kept flicking her tongue out over her bottom lip.
“Fuck, that's it,” he grunted as she suddenly tightened up.
“Yes, don't stop, I'm coming!” she moaned.
He was so fucking close, pleasure coiling tight in his gut as he kept moving through her orgasm. He let up on her clit and brought his hand back to grasp her hip.
His rhythm stuttered and he brought his teeth back to her shoulder. It was going to be one big hickey by the time he was done with her. He sucked hard and groaned harshly as he started to come, grinding against her.
He held still for a moment and licked gently over the marks on her shoulder. She giggled breathlessly and met his eyes in the mirror. “No faint praises this time, Cooper. You definitely showed me a good time.”
He snorted, smiling as he pulled away. He tied off the condom and threw it in the trash before pulling his pants back up and tucking himself away. “Feelings mutual, darlin’.”
Lucy turned around and started sorting out her dress, returning his smile. She grabbed up her bag and dug through it, pulling out a pen. Cooper let her grab his hand and write on it. It was a phone number.
Tucking the item back in her bag, Lucy leaned up and kissed him softly. “Give me a call sometime? Maybe we could have a good time again.”
“Count on it,” Cooper smiled and kissed her again.
“Have a good night.”
With those words, she slipped around him and out the door, letting it shut gently behind her.
Cooper sighed and rubbed his face. Fuck, had he really done that? Laughing to himself, he met his own eyes in the mirror before looking down at his hand.
Yeah, he had really done that. And he was definitely going to call her again.
She was right. It had been a hell of a good time.