Combust (The Wellingtons #1) (31 page)

“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 escapes 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.