by Tessa Teevan
Andi: I totally made that mid-term my bitch. I guess you are pretty handy to have around.
My phone vibrates almost immediately, and his words cause me to break out into a grin—but then again, I’m pretty sure I’ve been wearing a perma-grin since we reconnected.
Cohen: I’d be slightly worried that you only want me for my brain, but I know how much you like it when I’m handy. Great job, baby. Celebrate tonight?
Andi: I don’t just like it when you’re handy. I love it. And when you do that thing with your tongue. Oh yeah. Love that, too. ;) As far as celebrating, let’s hold off on that until I know I passed. I don’t want to jinx it. But you can distract me by being handy…and you know, doing that thing with your tongue.
Cohen: If you’re trying to give me a hard-on while I’m in class, it’s working. I’m going to have to start reciting the periodic table in my mind just to be able to stand up from my desk. And don’t stress it. I’m sure you did amazing, so we’re celebrating. I have some things to do after class, but how about we meet at my place around 8? Sound good?
Hmm. I’m curious as to what Cohen has to do, but I have my own errands to run, and that will give me plenty of time to get things done before going to his place. My roommates left early this morning to head to the beach for spring break. Cohen and I were invited to join them, but as good as the beach sounded, a whole week alone with Cohen sounded even better. Sure, we can always get away at his apartment, but it never seems to happen that way. More often than not, we’re at the house, and I’m looking forward to having him all to myself. And hopefully that finally means all of him.
Yes, it’s true. Even after two months of spending nearly every waking moment—and sleeping, for that matter—together, we still haven’t made it past third base. I know Cohen said that he was going to go slow, but I never thought we’d be moving at a snail’s pace. Not that what we have been doing isn’t enjoyable and extremely pleasurable. It’s just that I’m ready to take that next step with him. At the same time, I think I get what he’s doing. We rushed things last time, and he doesn’t want to do that again. I just wish I could convince him that it’s not going to be like that again. I haven’t pushed him, but I’m hoping this week I can change that.
Andi: Sounds good, babe. And if you insist on celebrating, I insist that we do it naked.
Cohen: Woman, you’re going to be the death of me. But if you insist, who am I to say no? Now quit distracting me. Have a great afternoon and I’ll see ya later, baby.
With the perma-grin growing by the second, I throw my phone into my purse and head towards the mall. The last time I planned on seducing him, he nearly rocked my world. That thing with his tongue? Yeah, I’d be jealous of those who came before me—and, well, after me, I guess—but instead, I’m damn grateful that he had time to experiment, and it makes me giddy at the thought of taking things further. This time, I don’t plan on letting him leave the bedroom until we finally go all the way—even if I have to beg.
I can’t help but laugh at the parallel between my mindset tonight and that night Cohen and I first met. Once again, I, Andi Kane, am making it my mission to get laid. The only difference is that, this time, I have my target in sight. He once promised he’d rock my world all night long, and it’s time I make him pay up.
WHILE PACING around my apartment, I check the mirror in the hallway one more time, feeling like a chick as I make sure my hair’s not out of place or that my tie not is crooked. Andi’s supposed to be here in a few minutes, and I want tonight to be absolutely perfect. She’s worked her ass off this semester studying and barely complained when I pushed her to go through her notes just one more time. Sure, most of our study sessions seem to end in the bedroom, but she says that it’s good for her memorizing, and who am I to question it as long as she passes?
Things between us have been incredible. When she came back in my life, I never expected it to turn out this way. I’m not actually sure what my expectations were, but they didn’t include spending all of our time together. Nor did I imagine I’d fall for her so quickly. I’ve tried to keep her at a distance, but it’s been no use, and now that we’re going to have one week with no interruptions—no classes, no roommates, nothing to distract us—I plan on finally taking things further with her, and I can’t fucking wait. I’m also nervous as hell, but I’m no longer an eighteen-year-old virgin. I know things will be better this time around.
Unable to stop pacing, I make use of my restlessness and head to the kitchen. I’m checking the table settings when I hear a throat clear behind me, apparently not having heard my front door open. I smile, remembering the look in her eyes when I gave her a key. It only made sense since we spent so much time together. As I turn, my eyes nearly pop out of my head and my dick begins to stir to life as I take in the sight of her. Andi’s leaning against the doorframe, and she looks gorgeous. She’s dressed simply, in dark denim jeans and a long-sleeved, form-fitting, green Henley T-shirt, but the outfit hugs her curves in all the right places. There’s a low, scoop neckline that gives me just a hint of her breasts, and I begin to wonder what she’s wearing underneath and how I’m going to get through dinner without ripping her clothes off to find out.
“What’s all this?” she asks, gesturing towards the table. It’s set with two table settings and lit only by candlelight.
Once I walk to her, I take her by the hand and lead her towards the table, pulling out her chair for her to sit. When she does, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Like I told you, we’re celebrating, baby.”
I promptly fill her wine glass and then head to the stove to plate dinner. It’s nothing special—bacon-wrapped pork tenderloin and roasted vegetables. Normally, Mom’s lasagna is my specialty, but I didn’t want a heavy meal with what I have planned for us for tonight. As I return to the table, I see Andi staring down at the paper next to her glass. When I sit down across from her, she looks up at me questioningly.
“Cohen, what is this?” she asks, and I realize that she hasn’t taken a peek.
“Open it, babe,” I tell her.
When she does, her eyes widen. Then her hand covers her mouth in shock. She scoots back her chair and rounds the table, falling into my lap as she peppers kisses over my face.
“I got an A?! I can’t believe it. How did you get this?”
“After senior seminar, I went to see Professor Gates. He owed me a favor and I cashed in. I didn’t want you to have to wait all week wondering. See, baby? All our study sessions are paying off. I guess I am useful after all.”
She laughs and gives me one last kiss on the lips before pushing off me and going back to her seat. “Seriously, Cohen, thank you so much. I was so stressed about that test. I swear I was one of the last people still in class when Professor Gates said time was up. Not in a million years did I think I’d get an A!”
“I knew you could do it. Just think, six more weeks and a final is all that stands between you and graduation. You’re close, baby. But no more talk about school. We have the next ten days off and I want to wipe all thoughts of school out of our minds and just enjoy this time together.”
Andi nods, and then looks down at her plate. “This looks delicious. And the candlelight? Nice touch. It definitely beats sitting on the couch in front of the TV.”
The candlelight illuminates her smile, and for a split second, the image takes my breath away. In this instance, I know that what I’m doing tonight is right. We may have only been together for a couple of months, but our story started a long time ago and has been pushing forward ever since she came back into my life. For once, medical school, making rounds, and picking a specialty aren’t the only things I care about anymore. When I see myself in Memphis, I see Andi right there with me, and the thought of letting someone all the way in doesn’t scare me like it used to. Sure, it’ll be hard, but I know that, with her, it will be worth every single second.
“You’re going to have to remind me to thank your mother profusely for teaching you how to cook. Th
is is divine, Cohen,” she says, practically moaning as she takes a bite of the tenderloin. The sound causes my groin to tighten, and I take a sip of my wine and adjust myself discreetly, knowing that we have a while before we move things to the bedroom tonight.
Dinner continues as we fall into easy conversation. As I refill our wine glasses and we both eat and talk about our days, I’m suddenly aware of how normal this is. How domesticated it feels to be sitting across from her at the dinner table like this. Usually, we either eat separately before we meet up for the night or while sitting in front of the television. This intimate meal is entirely different, and I know that, after tonight, it’s something I’m going to crave. The same way I already crave falling asleep to the sounds of her steady breathing. And just how I crave waking up with her in my arms every single morning.
Andi once told me that she was a fiend for me, but now, the tables have turned. She intoxicates me in a way that no drug or drop of alcohol ever could, and if there was a twelve-step program to curb this addiction, I’d pray to God to keep all forms of serenity away because this is one addiction that’s worth living with.
“Oh, hey. Before I forget, we can’t entirely forget about school during spring break. One of the other seniors was going to cover a concert next week in Nashville, but something came up and he gave me the tickets when I said I could fill in. I figured we could go and make a night of it in the city. Maybe get a hotel room…” She trails off at the last part, and I look up to see a devilish gleam in her eyes.
“I suppose I can suffer through another concert with you if it’s for an assignment. Just let me know when and I’ll book a room for the night. Who are we seeing?”
“We the Kings,” she tells me, and I groan. “Oh, come on. Their music is pretty good. It’s catchy!”
“Aren’t they a punk rock band? Hell, we’ll probably be surrounded by teenagers all night.”
“Maybe, and if it’s like that, we won’t have to stay for the whole show. But I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” she teases, and I reluctantly agree. “Plus, you didn’t think I’d drag you to that without giving you incentive, did you?” She’s fingering the stem of her wine glass, and I let my eyes fall to her pert breasts before looking back up at her.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll give me plenty of incentive that night, baby.” Thoughts of what we could do in a hotel room roll through my brain, and suddenly I can’t wait to be among the crowd watching some punk band sing.
“Not that!” She laughs when she sees the look of disappointment that crosses my face. “Okay, well, yes that, but not just that. I wasn’t sure how on board you’d be with seeing We the Kings, so I may have picked up tickets to another concert. One I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy.”
My interest is piqued, so I lean in closer. “Okay, I’m listening…”
She looks down at our now empty plates and wine glasses then pushes her chair back. “When I came in earlier, I put my purse in your room and left the tickets in there, too,” she informs me.
I chuckle as I shake my head. I have a feeling Andi and I are on the same page with how tonight’s going to end up. A twinge of nervousness flashes through me, but I quickly push it away.
I’m about to start clearing the table when Andi turns and leaves the room, giving me just a quick glimpse of her perky ass in those tight jeans. Not wanting her to get undressed without me, I stop what I’m doing and follow her, thankful when I see her bending over into her purse. She stands up and hands me an envelope. Eyeing her warily, I reach in and grin when I see what’s inside—two tickets to see The Neighbourhood.
“Ah, Ruby, this is perfect. I’ll sit through any punk rock show if it means you take me to concerts like this,” I tell her and look up to see that she’s giving me a nervous smile.
“What about the date? Is that okay? It’s not too advanced, is it?” she asks, and I realize that I didn’t even bother to check when the concert is.
Glancing at the tickets, I see that the concert is set for the middle of July. I look up at her. She’s biting her bottom lip nervously. I place them back inside the envelope and set it down on my dresser. Pulling her in close, I let my hands grip her shoulders. July. That means she sees this going past graduation. She sees us lasting at least into the summer. My heart swells at the thought, and I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back slightly.
Looking down into her eyes, I answer as honestly as I can. “Baby, with us, it’ll never be too advanced. I know we haven’t talked about this, but when I used to look into my future, all I could see were lab charts, stethoscopes, and god forbid, catheters.” She lets out a small laugh, and I bring my hands up to cup her cheeks. “But now? Andi, when I look into my future, what I see is you.”
Tears form in her eyes, and she blinks them away quickly. She leans in, her lips hovering over mine and I anticipate her kiss.
“Cohen, I want to be with you. I can’t wait any longer,” she breathes, her eyes pleading with mine.
I hadn’t planned on starting this early, but I’ve been wanting Andi for far too long, and the look she’s giving me lets me know that she feels the same. I’ve been so focused on making sure that it was the perfect time, the perfect setting—but in reality, none of that matters. It doesn’t matter where or when. All that matters is that we’re together, and there’s no way I’m going another minute without giving her all of me and taking her at the same time. It’s time I claim her one hundred percent. Even if she doesn’t know it, she has my heart and soul. Now I just have to figure out how to tell her.
WITHOUT A word, I slowly begin to undress her until she’s standing before me in nothing but black lingerie. The candlelight gives her an exotic glow, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of her. My trance causes me to pause, and she takes over before I can stop her.
Her hands run up the length of my torso, and a shiver of excitement runs down my spine at her touch. She removes my tie and slowly begins to unbutton my shirt. Her fingertips graze my skin when she uses them to push the shirt from my shoulders so that it falls to the floor. Her breath hitches at the sight of my bare chest, and when her fingers come down to graze the erection that's straining through my jeans, I have to bite my lower lip to control myself from throwing her down on the bed and plunging into her right now. She looks down and makes quick work of unbuckling my pants and pushing them down. After stepping out of them, I kick them off to the side, and I am left in just a pair of boxer briefs. Her eyes travel up my body, a look of appreciation in them until they meet mine and her look turns to one that's mixed with playfulness and hot desire.
We’re both standing there in absolute silence, drinking in the sight of each other. I pull her into my arms until our chests meet, my hands sliding up her back to the clasp of her bra. “You’re so beautiful, Ruby,” I whisper as I lean down for a kiss.
My mouth captures hers, and at first, the kiss is gentle, soft. When I undo her bra and she shrugs out of it, she presses her bare chest against mine. She quickly parts her lips when my tongue seeks entrance, and I ravage her mouth, wanting—needing—to taste her. My hands slide down her back, and I cup her ass as our tongues continue to spar—this is one fight where, winner or loser, I know I’ll be coming out on top.
Her own hands find their way to my ass, and she pushes my boxers down, allowing my cock to spring free. It presses against her belly, causing her to moan into my mouth. Pulling away from her, I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down her legs. Once I step out of my boxers, I take Andi back into my arms and kiss her with a passion I’ve never felt before. I want to go slow, but I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Our hands are roaming each other, and I don’t come up for air as I push her back until we’re collapsing on the bed together. She pulls back and stares up at me with desire flashing in her eyes. Passion and lust are swirling all around us, and as she scoots up the bed, I settle in between her legs, hovering over her. I pause momentarily as I drink
in the sight of her, sprawled out and beautiful beneath me. My finger makes a path from her collarbone, over both breasts, and down until I slip it in between her legs to see if she’s ready, and my girl doesn’t disappoint.
She's so wet for me, and part of me wants to skip the foreplay and sink right into her, but I want this to be perfect. I want to take my time as I savor every single moment, as I worship her body, not leaving a single inch of skin untouched, unkissed, unloved.
Andi, however, seems to have different plans. She wraps her legs around my waist and lifts her hips until my cock is poised just above her entrance, almost as if she’s urging me on. "Cohen, we've been engaging in foreplay for the last two months. We have all night to go slow, but I want you inside me—right now. Please don’t make me wait any longer."
Her words are the perfect aphrodisiac, and at her insistence, I lean over and take a condom from my nightstand, making quick work of covering myself. After repositioning myself between her legs, I’m instantly in heaven as I slowly sink into my girl for the first time in three years, filling her inch by inch. A small whimper escapes her lips when I'm seated in her fully, and I keep my hips still as I revel in the tightness of her pussy. She's like the perfect sheath for my dick—like it's the mold made just for me. I know I'll never be able to get enough of her now that I’ve had a taste, a tease, now that I’m getting my fill.
Slowly, I pull out and then push back in just as gently, not quite ready to go fast. The feeling of finally being inside Andi is intense and exhilarating, and I know this is what I've been missing. This is how it's supposed to be. This isn’t fucking. This isn’t a means to an end. Not even close. This is the start of something beautiful. This is making love, and it’s a brand-new experience.
Looking down, I notice that Andi's eyes are hooded. The look on her face is full of pleasure as her body responds to mine, and I know I can't keep with this slow pace. I begin to thrust in and out of her, quickening my movements with each pump, a groan escaping my lips every time her warmth envelopes my cock. She lifts her hips as she tries to match my rhythm. Her back arches with each thrust, and I bring my hand down between us in order to give her added stimulation, but she stops me before I can touch her.