by Tessa Teevan
I drain my wine and stand up, laughing at myself when I see the bulge in my jeans. It’s practically pointing towards my bedroom, and I realize that I’m torturing him just as much as I’ve been torturing Andi. Once I set my glass on the coffee table, I follow her down the hall and stop in my tracks at the doorway.
Standing in the middle of the room is Andi. In my hesitation, she’s taken the time to remove her dress, and she’s left in nothing but a dark-green lace bra that pushes her breasts up until they’re almost spilling out of the material and a tiny, matching green pair of panties that I could bet is a thong. Her creamy, white skin is on full display for me, and images of running my hands all over her flash through my mind as I let my tongue make my own constellations on her skin with her errant freckles.
Leaning against the door frame, I drink in the sight of her, committing every single inch to memory—the way I should’ve done before. Apparently, I’m taking too long for her liking, because she crosses the room until she’s standing directly in front of me. I’m frozen in my spot, unable to take my eyes off her, almost as if I’m in a trance.
It’s not until she grabs my tie and pulls me into the room where she begins undressing me. Part of me wants to stop her since I didn’t get the pleasure of undressing her myself, but as soon as her hands are on me, I lose all of my resolve and let her continue. She loosens my tie and then surprises me when her hands grip the lapels of my shirt before she rips it open. I grin down at her as buttons fly everywhere, and she cocks her head at me, unapologetic and looking sexy as hell with her tiny hands still fisting my shirt.
“Collateral damage. I’ve been waiting far too long to see you naked, and I’m not letting anything stand in my way.”
Desire rushes to my groin, and I know I need to take control of the situation or else she’s going to be flat on her back with my cock inside her before I can stop myself. Pushing her hands away, I quickly remove my T-shirt before undoing my jeans and stepping out of them. Her hand comes out to touch my chest, and her eyes fill with hunger at the sight.
“God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember,” she murmurs, and while it might not exactly be the manliest description, my pride swells at the fact that she likes what she sees.
Taking hold of her waist, I push her back until she falls on my bed, and I’m quick to get on top of her, where I straddle her waist as I gaze down at the girl who’s become a gorgeous woman over the last three years.
“I could say the same thing, Ruby. So damn beautiful.”
“Cohen, I need you to kiss me. To touch me. I need you,” she pants as I begin peppering kisses from her temple down her jawline before coming up to meet her mouth.
She responds to my kiss with a fiery passion as her tongue invades my mouth, finding my own like a heat-seeking missile that’s locked on and will do nothing until it meets its target and explodes in fiery passion upon contact. And boy, does she find it. The way she licks and sucks my tongue is laced with a promise, almost as if she’s giving me a preview of what she wants to do to my dick. Call me an asshole, but I’ll do anything I can to speed up the process, because the idea of her mouth on me? It nearly has me ready to come already, and I vow not to do that until she’s ready to suck me dry.
JUST LIKE I told Reese, I feel like I’m ready to combust as Cohen’s hands begin roaming my body while I kiss him with a passion I haven’t felt in far too long. All too soon, he’s pulling away from my mouth, and I whimper at the lost contact. It’s short-lived, however, as his lips begin following the same path as his hands. He rains kisses all along my collarbone before moving down to the space between my breasts. I’m thankful that Reese talked me into a front-clasping bra, and he uses his thumb and forefinger to expertly flick it open, the material falling away from my breasts. I lift up and allow him to take the bra off, tossing it aside. He looks down at my breasts appreciatively before his hands come up to cup each one.
“These are fucking perfect,” he whispers almost reverently.
Unlike before, he takes his time, paying each breast equal attention as his hands knead them while his mouth comes down to worship each nipple with his tongue. No man has ever paid such attention to my breasts, and the sensitivity of his touch is beginning to drive me wild. I’m already writhing beneath him, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me when he moves down my torso.
My hand reaches down and finds his cock hard and firm, but then he moves out of my reach. He hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties before pulling them off me. He positions himself in between my legs, wasting no time in bringing his mouth to the inside of my thighs, where he kisses and nips at my skin. Butterflies swirl in my stomach as he begins to move up, closer to the place that’s already wet with desire for him. With one long stroke of his tongue, he finally tastes me, and the anticipation of it has me nearly going over the edge already.
As he slowly begins to lick my folds, he surprises me by pushing one of his fingers inside me, and I let out a small gasp. Then he begins making small circles within my pussy. I lift up my hips in response, and he slides another finger inside. As he begins fucking me with his fingers, his tongue laps at my clit, licking and sucking with expert precision that’s just enough to keep me close to the edge without going over. It’s not long before my breathing becomes heavy and I feel my body begin to tense at the impending orgasm that’s welling up inside me.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh god,” I pant, my hands coming down to grip his hair, my body bucking as I feel my pussy clench around his fingers as my orgasm escalates and then crashes down in a glorious wavelike fashion that has my toes curling, my heart racing, and my insides quivering. Instead of letting up, Cohen’s fingers thrust in and out of me at a frantic pace and his tongue presses down on my clit before he moves down to taste my sweet release.
As I come down from my high, I close my eyes, press my head back against the pillow, and give myself a moment to revel in my post-orgasmic bliss. With one last nibble on my clit, Cohen pulls away from me. When I look down at him, the sight before me is fascinatingly erotic. I’m completely naked on the bed and Cohen’s between my legs, a cocky-ass grin spread over his face. I’m more satisfied than I’ve ever been. Cohen’s tongue was pure magic, and even though I could curl up in a ball and fall into a blissful sleep, I don’t want that. In this moment, I want nothing more than to return the favor, so I set about doing so.
Sitting up on the bed, I lean forward and grasp Cohen’s erection through his boxers. “It’s my turn to make you come,” I whisper, and I’m not disappointed when his hungry eyes meet mine.
I’m thankful that he doesn’t give me any platitudes about this night being about me and how I don’t have to reciprocate. Instead, he’s not going to fight me on it like I expected—not that I’d have let him anyway. As we change positions, he makes a show of stretching out on the bed before me, and my mouth waters at the sight of him.
Looking down at his hard body, I know I could spend all night just staring at him so I could explore just how much his body has changed. As I crawl on top of him, my hair grazes his bare skin, and he shivers underneath me. Leaning down, I kiss his lips and I’m so turned on by the taste of me in his mouth. His tongue wrestles with mine until I suck it into my mouth, wanting to savor the evidence of my release. Pulling away, I move down his body, spreading quick little kisses down his chest and torso. His abs tense when I come to the waistband of his boxers, and I grin up at him as I peel them off, releasing his rock-hard cock.
Straddling his legs, I bring my finger to the base of his dick, circling slowly before I take him into my fist. Tightening my grip, I work my hand up and down the length of him, and I smile to myself when I see him lean back against the pillow as he closes his eyes. Slowly, I work his cock from root to tip, and I’m more than pleased when a small bit of pre-cum glistens on the tip. That’s just the invitation I need. I bend down and circle the tip of him with my tongue until I taste the salty substance on my awaiting taste buds. A groan esc
apes him, and it empowers me to take him farther into my mouth.
As my lips close tightly around him, I begin bobbing up and down. Cohen’s hips push upwards, and we find a perfect rhythm. He thrusts in and out of my mouth while I tighten my lips around him and my tongue continues to caress his shaft. My hand matches his pace, and I love how he feels in my hand, in my mouth. I move my other hand down to gently squeeze his balls, causing him to tense.
His hips begin bucking faster, and I can feel the thick vein in his dick pulsating against my tongue. My hand grips his erection as I start to jack him off faster, moaning as his hands find my hair. He pushes my head down even farther on his cock. His breathing becomes labored, and I know he’s close, so I suck him harder until his orgasm shoots towards the back of my throat. He tries to pull away from me, but I hold him still as I take in all of his release, swallowing and savoring each salty, sweet bit of it.
Once I know he’s done, I relax my jaw slightly, slowly slide him out of my mouth, and give the head one last little suck before completely pulling away. Looking up, I see that he’s still resting with his eyes closed, and I prop myself up on my elbow next to him, just waiting for him to come back down to Earth. When he does, I’m greeted with the most adorable smile as his green eyes peer down at me. He holds his arm out, and I move up the bed and cuddle up with him, my eyes never leaving his.
“I thought I was the one who was supposed to give the reward,” he says, his voice husky.
Leaning up, I press a kiss to his cheek. “I once told you I’m a tit-for-tat kinda girl, and that hasn’t changed. I’d like to think our relationship is mutually beneficial,” I tell him, and it earns me another sexy grin.
His fingers caress my naked back, and I get shivers, already craving his touch again. “You’re going to be the death of me, Ruby,” he tells me. “But I couldn’t think of a better way to die.”
Repositioning myself so I’m resting on his chest, I bring my hands under my chin and look up at him. “Thank you,” I tell him earnestly, and he gives me an amused look.
“You’re welcome, baby. And I should probably thank you, too. I know my dick does.”
I give him a mock glare before turning serious again. “No, I mean it, Cohen. It’s crazy that it’s only been a week, but it’s been the best damn week of my life, and I’m so thankful you’re in my life again.”
His arm comes down to rest on my back as his eyes bore into mine. “In that case, I should be thanking you. And Ms. Elliott. So thank you, baby, for procrastinating and needing a tutor. I have a feeling my life will never be the same. I’m ready to thank my lucky fucking stars that you’re even here right now, but I’m going to refrain until after tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I ask, wrinkling my eyebrows in confusion.
Cohen laughs and presses a finger against my nose. “Oh, Ruby, did your orgasm ruin your memory? We’ve got brunch with the family in the morning.”
Groaning, I press my face down into his chest. “I must have orgasm brain. I completely forgot. I guess you made good on your promise of distracting me. But don’t worry, Cohen. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m nervous as hell but also looking forward to seeing where you come from.”
He pulls me up to him and places a kiss on my forehead. “Remind me that you’re not allowed orgasms on test days,” he jokes, and I lift up, giving him an appalled look.
“But what about the reward system?” I ask. “After tonight, promises of kisses just won’t be enough, and there’s no way I’d be able to get through a test knowing you’re withholding my orgasm.”
A slow grin spreads over his face. “One orgasm and you’re already looking for your next fix? Have I turned you into a fiend, Andi Kane?”
“I think I’ve been a fiend for a long damn time, Cohen. I just didn’t know you were my drug of choice.”
Apparently, he likes my answer. A low growl escapes his lips as he flips me onto my back and begins worshipping my body over and over again until I’m experiencing the most beautiful high of my life.
EVEN AFTER a week’s worth of good mornings with Cohen, it still feels surreal when I wake in his arms, and this morning is no different. His arm is curled around my back as I’m sprawled half on top of him. My fingers trace his naked chest, savoring the feel of his lean, sinewy muscles underneath my fingertips. I’m finally able to study his naked form in the early morning light, and I take advantage of the fact that he’s still asleep as my eyes linger over his taut chest.
The images of last night roll through my mind, and I smile to myself as I recall the way I nearly crumbled underneath him when his mouth was on me. Slowly, my hand trails down his torso, not leaving a single inch untouched as I memorize every hard line and ridge, more than enjoying how he’s filled out over the years.
Holding my breath, I slide my hand beneath the sheet as I get closer to his morning erection. Just as my fingertips brush the smooth, silky head of him, a hand comes up and takes hold of mine, stopping me in my tracks. Shifting my eyes, I release my breath when I see Cohen peering down at me with amusement in his eyes. He brings our joined hands up to his lips and gives mine a soft kiss.
“What are you doing, Ruby?”
I blink twice and try to give him my most innocent smile before sliding up his body and pressing a kiss to his grinning lips. “I thought maybe you slept naked so we could get a head start this morning on catching up on everything we’ve been missing out on. Because this body? Yeah, I’ve definitely been missing out.” It’s a mouthful, and at the thought, I realize that I want a different kind of mouthful.
Cohen rubs a hand over his face, and as I crush my body against his, I can feel his hard length thickening underneath me. He rolls me off him until I’m flat on my back with him hovering beside me. I shiver with anticipation as he brings a finger up to my bare chest, where he slowly traces circles around my nipple. His gaze is heated as he looks down at me.
“Someone wore me out last night and I was too exhausted to get up and get dressed. Plus, I kind of like the idea of waking up to you naked and willing. It could prove to be dangerous though,” he warns as his hand descends and cups the space in between my legs.
My breath hitches as I anticipate his touch, but he doesn’t move his hand. Instead, he just looks down at me, his eyes flashing with want.
“So very dangerous,” he whispers as his lips come down to meet mine. His kiss is slow, sensual, and so full of promise of the danger that may loom ahead if we keep this up. All too soon, he’s pulling away, and I have to stifle a whimper at the lost contact. “We’ll pick this up later, baby. We’ve got to hit the road soon if we want to get to Belle Meade on time.”
The mention of his hometown and the implications have the same effect as being doused by cold water, and I’m no longer turned on beyond belief. Even if I could talk Cohen into a quickie blow job, I don’t think I could perform well now that I’ve been reminded of the impending meeting-the-parents brunch. Jumping up, I’m all too aware that I’m in Cohen’s bed, at Cohen’s apartment, and all I have to wear is the sexy, black dress I had on last night.
I frantically search the room for my bra and panties, having no idea where Cohen threw them when he so expertly removed them from my body. “A little help please?” I pause what I’m doing to give Cohen a dirty look.
He’s sprawled on the bed with his hands behind his head, silently watching me with a smirk on his face. Looking down, I’m suddenly aware that I’m completely naked. If the tent in the sheet that’s covering him is any indication, he likes what he sees, and I wish more than anything that he had the time to show me. My glare only causes him to grin before he leans over and pulls my thong out from under his pillow. He throws it at me, and I slip it on before spotting my bra at the end of the bed.
“Cohen, you have to take me back to my place so I can get ready. There’s no way in hell I’m meeting your mother in last night’s clothes.” He just sits there watching me, and a small pout crosses his lips when I cover my breasts with
my bra. “Seriously, get up!”
He finally does, and the sheet falls slowly down his body, revealing all of him—every glorious, naked inch. I breathe a heavy sigh and give him a look of longing, wishing we had more time. He crosses the room and brings his hands up to unclasp my bra before he pushes it off my shoulders and onto the floor.
“I’ll take you back to your place, but first things first. I think you got a little dirty last night, Ruby, and it’s my job to make sure I wash every single inch.”
Without another word, he pulls my thong off and I hold his shoulders as I step out of it. He leads me to the shower, where he does his job, not missing a single spot on my body.
AS WE pull into a gated neighborhood, my stomach tightens and my palms start to sweat. I’m beginning to second-guess my decision to join him, but since it’s obviously too late, I will myself to calm down. I guess I’m just nervous because, for the past week, we’ve been in our own little blissful bubble. Sure, my roommates have been around and we don’t skimp on the PDA when we’re on campus, but there hasn’t been a huge public declaration that we’re a couple. No phone calls to tell Mom that I have a boyfriend, no relationship status changes on Facebook—which, incidentally, neither of us even has to begin with.
It dawns on me that I have no idea how Cohen is going to introduce me, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to act like a good friend or his girlfriend. I guess this is kind of the first test for us. Wringing my hands together, I set them in my lap and tell myself to stop overthinking things.
Cohen must sense my apprehension, because he looks over at me and takes hold of one of my hands. “I’ve never met anyone who thinks as loudly as you do, Ruby,” he says. “What’s going on in that pretty, red head of yours?”