Chapter Four
CHAPTER FOUR
MEGHAN
“Okay. I’ll come inside.” His eyes were uncertain as he studied me.
Releasing the breath I had been holding since I caught the indecision in his expression, I jumped from his truck, relieved I didn’t twist my ankle when I landed, and rushed around to his side. When he slipped out, I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him up to my door. I had to get him inside before he changed his mind. I chuckled to myself. Wasn’t I always the one being pressured? In a striking turn of events, tonight, I was the one doing the strong-arming.
Just inside my door, he gazed down at me. “I’m okay with cuddling on the couch to watch a movie or something; but my pants stay on.” His expression was so damn serious, I burst into laughter.
“Thank you.” I managed between giggles.
“For what? Coming in with you to cuddle?”
“No. Well, yeah, but also for making this easy for me.”
We walked over to my couch and sat down. The suede chocolate brown color a nice contrast to the blue gray colored walls.
Turning toward him, I pulled one of my legs up, bending it to lie on the cushion, well aware the movement exposed skin farther up my thigh. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Twisting to face me, he put his hand to my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything tonight.”
“But I don’t want to move backwards with us.” I barely refrained from pouting.
“We wouldn’t be moving backwards; we’d be standing still. But that’s okay because that’s what you’re ready for.”
“But I really want this with you. Even if we’re not sure things will work out between us. I’m not a conquest to you and that makes all the difference. Yes, I’m still a bit nervous, but that’s because this is new for me; not because I’m not sure I want it.”
“Already dooming our relationship, huh?” His lips curled into a playful grin.
“No. But look at me and look at you.” I gestured wildly between us with my hand.
His gaze ate up my body, from my toes to the top of my head making my skin tingle like little bolts of electricity were tapping along it. And when his eyes landed back on mine, heat burned inside his blues. “I am looking at you. And I love what I see. But if you are even the slightest bit unsure, we wait.”
“But I want more than just kissing. Although your kiss was hot.” Just remembering the way his mouth devoured mine last night had heat pooling between my thighs.
His grin grew wolfish. “I very much enjoyed capturing, seizing, and devouring your delectable mouth.” As he searched my face, his expression softened. “Have you ever had a man put his fingers inside of your pussy? Have his mouth and tongue on your pussy?”
As my cheeks started to warm, my breath hitched and my pulse skipped. “Fingers yes. Mouth no. We always kept our clothes on. Unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled down just enough so we could touch and stuff, but I always worried if the clothes came off, he would take that as an invite for more than what I was offering. It was like a shield.”
“I can understand and respect that.”
“I don’t need a shield with you.” I rushed to add as my breathing sped up and my heart pounded in my chest with my admission to what I was confessing I wanted him to do to me.
“No, you don’t.” His blue eyes darkened with his lust. “Do you want my mouth on you?”
Heat blazed across my cheeks, turning them crimson, while desire swirled low in my belly and I could feel myself growing wet. “Yes.” The one word slipped from my mouth on a whimper.
The hand that was on my cheek snaked around to my nape where his thumb rubbed teasingly behind my ear. His free arm wrapped around my waist and tugged me closer, so that the leg that had been resting on the cushion now draped over his thigh – and the bottom of my dress was dangerously close to exposing my panties – and my other one pressed against his knee. “Where? On your cheek?” Ducking down, he pressed his mouth softly on my skin, in a barely there caress.
Tingles shot up my spine. I shook my head since my voice had vacated the premises.
“On your lips?” He touched his to mine in a gentle kiss.
“No.” I squeaked, when I could finally make a sound.
His lips trailed along my jaw to behind my ear and I could feel his smile. After driving me mad dragging his tongue along my sensitive skin, he took my ear into his mouth and nipped my lobe. “Just so you know; I love the smell of Jasmine and when it mixes with the scent of a female’s arousal, it makes me wild. I need you to tell me, Meghan, where do you want my mouth. I need you to say the words.” He growled.
He smelled freaking amazing too. His woodsy cologne stirred what was already awakened and added to the turbulent tempest growing inside of me. Feeling like a live wire, I gasped. “My breasts and pussy.”
“Two of my favorite words.” His chest rumbled with his satisfaction. Nibbling his way back to my lips, he took my mouth in a commanding kiss. Shoved his tongue in to curl around and dominate mine before consuming me with his mouth. Bolts of pleasure raced along my body, those sensations bursting in my center.
“My clothes stay on for now. Then once I’ve sated my hunger to taste your gorgeous body, we’ll go from there.” He rested his forehead against mine.
“I might feel funny being naked when you’re fully dressed.” I wouldn’t feel defenseless – because I didn’t need to guard myself against him – but there was a good chance I’d feel self- conscious.
“How about I take off my shirt then?” As he unbuttoned his shirt, his intense gaze held mine. Growing impatient, when he had about half of them undone, he tugged it up over his head and dropped it to the floor.
Reaching out, I ran my hand over his pecs. “Damn, you’re so sexy.” He had a smattering of dark hair, a hard chest, and rigid abs. And while he wanted to do wicked things with his mouth, I couldn’t wait to put mine on him as well. He had the body of a construction worker, although he might have worked out as well.
“And I’m sure what’s underneath this is erotic as hell. Are you still sure?”
Dragging in a wild breath, I licked my lips. “Very.”
Putting his hands on the hem of my dress, he lifted it slowly, his eyes focused on my expression the entire time. After he lifted the outfit over my head and tossed it to the floor, his eyes ate up the skin he had exposed. “Fuck, I’m going to stroke out when I reveal the rest.” Only a white lacy bra and a matching pair of panties now hid me from his view.
Easing me back gently onto the couch, he hovered over me, his lower body settled between my spread thighs. Then he pressed his lips to mine again as his hands skimmed around to my back and unhooked my bra before dragging the straps down my arms, peeling it from my body, and dropping the garment beside us. Drawing back, he supported himself on his hands as he gazed down at what he revealed. “You are so beautiful.”
My nipples hardened under his praise.
However, instead of removing my panties too, he lowered his mouth to mine for a brief kiss and then trailed kisses down my throat to the valley between my breasts. When his mouth claimed one of my nipples and tongued around the nub, I arced up into him. He smiled against my breast. “Your body is perfect and you have lovely tits.” While his mouth indulged in the one, sucking and nipping, his hand skimmed its way up my belly and chest to palm the other. He gently massaged the flesh before taking the nipple between his thumb and finger and tugging on the bud.
My body squirmed under his ministrations, his actions creating a tornado of bliss that swirled around inside of me, zipping white hot pleasure along every nerve ending.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, he licked his way to my other one to suckle. Then his hand journeyed to the breast he had been worshiping with his mouth where he tugged the nipple into a little peak. When he tenderly bit down on one nub and pinched my other simultaneously, shooting another shock of arousal to my core, my orgasm crashed over me. Trailing his tongue up my throat, he brushed kisses along my jaw before touching his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.
“So beautiful. I want more. Do you? Are you still okay with this?” He brushed a sweaty strand of my hair from my face.
It took me a moment to get my brain cells to line up and form a sentence. “I’m more than okay. I want more.” My words fell from my lips on a breathy sigh.
Kissing his way down my body, he tucked his fingers into the sides of my panties and drew them down my legs, flinging them over his shoulder.
I was completely naked before him, but not a shred of fear invaded my mind. A healthy dose of nervousness colonized there, but only because I didn’t know exactly what to expect; although after his loving of my breasts, I envisaged this blowing me completely apart.
Bringing me out of my brief thoughts, he lightly ran his finger over my mound. “Shaved smooth. I knew I was in danger of having a stroke. And the smell of Jasmine and your arousal is making me famished.” He shifted lower and settled himself between my thighs. Then he ran one of his fingers along my outer lips. “So pretty and soft.” His continued lazy caress sent goosebumps erupting along my skin. However, when he rounded my clit and pressed down lightly, a zing of electricity sparked straight to my pussy. “You’re already so wet. I need to taste how delicious you are.” His tongue swiped along my folds and his chest vibrated with his approval. “Fuck you are delectable.” Using his thumbs, he spread me open and poked his tongue inside.
So naughty, but so erotic. A moan slid from me as I shoved my pussy up into his face, craving more of his delicious torture.
His finger teased along my clit while he licked my folds and then thrust inside. He was an expert with his mouth. Every lick, suck, nibble sent me soaring higher and higher, my body squirming from the pleasure sparking along my skin. And when he pushed a digit inside while he continued tormenting me with his tongue, I shattered, screaming his name.
While I slowly descended from my incredible high, he lapped at my opening, a feral growl rumbling from his chest. Aftershocks continued to rock my body as my brain sorted through my sated stupor.
Prowling up my body, his eyes burning a brilliant blue; he swiped his tongue along his lips. They glistened with my release. “You tasted even more delicious than I imagined. And my imagination is rather inventive.” He shot me a smug smirk. “You’re looking a little dazed there, Cupcake.”
“Even better than with my vibrator or a finger. I had my reasons for holding out, but damn I could’ve been experiencing that before now.”
“Close. But I can guarantee it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as good as that.” Sitting up, he pulled me with him before snatching my discarded dress from the floor and slipping it over my head. Then he tugged me into his lap, my legs straddling his thighs.
Since I was going sans panties, my slick pussy came into contact with his hard cock pressing against his dress pants.
He leaned his forehead against mine and groaned. “Fuck, I know what you taste like, feel like wrapped around my finger, and the heat from your pussy is driving me wild. I can’t wait to get inside of you. To feel you wrapped around my dick. You were so hot and tight. Perfection. But don’t worry; I don’t mean tonight. Although after a few more dates, you’ll have me reduced to begging.”
He melted me with his actions and words and he deserved some pleasure too. Sliding off of his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him, I squeezed my body between his thighs.
As he stared at me with his eyes glittering with barely banked heat, I spread his legs farther.
“Are you sure? Tonight was about you. Well, me too because I wanted to get my hands and mouth on you. But it was about something different for you where you felt safe.”
“And this is about me because it’s about us.” I reached up to unbutton his pants and then drew down the zipper. Leaning forward, I grasped his waistband and tugged down his pants along with his boxers. He lifted slightly from the couch to assist me, his cock springing forward in anticipation. He was thick and long, his vein pulsating and bulging against his flesh. He was bigger than any man I’d ever been with before, but that wasn’t going to deter me. Confident he wouldn’t do anything or say anything to make me uneasy or afraid; I pulled his bottoms the rest of the way down his legs and shoved them off to the side. “Now you’re naked and I’m not.” I shot him a devilish grin.
“You’re quite the little vixen. It’s hidden, but I’m glad I bring it out.” He winked.
“I’ve done this before, just the pants always stayed on. But I like the feel of your skin against mine.” Wrapping my hand around his base, I squeezed and slid it up to the top.
Cohn’s head fell back against the cushions on a groan. “Meghan, your soft hands feel incredible. Just do what feels natural. You touching me is making me crazy, in the most thrilling way.”
After gliding my hand a few more times up and down his length, I gave a slow lick up the underside of him before running my tongue up and down around his entire shaft, treating it like my favorite ice cream cone.
One of his hands tunneled into my hair and he tugged gently on the strands. “If I hurt you, dig your nails into my hand and yell at me to stop. I need something to anchor myself, but I also want a way for you to get my attention quickly if needed.” His words came out growly and I smirked.
Feeling pleased with my ability to have this much control over an alpha type like Cohn; using the hand still covering his base, I guided him into my mouth. After swirling my tongue just underneath his head, I gave him a few gentle sucks. Because he was so large, I used my hand to glide up and down the length I would not be able to pull into my mouth. Once I was satisfied with my tease on his head, I took in more of him – as far as I could go without gagging myself.
“Oh fuck, that feels magnificent. Your mouth is amazing. And if I get caught up in your magic and shove myself into your throat, pinch or slap me to get me to stop if it makes you uncomfortable or hurts you. It . . . it won’t be – intentional. You’re . . . you’re just driving me – wild.” His words came out unsteady and choppy.
As I bobbed up and down on his dick, I alternated with long slow licks along his length. And each time I felt a little daring, I would suck a bit harder on him. I didn’t want him coming down my throat. I wasn’t sure I’d like that, so I was paying close attention to his body language, convinced I’d have a little bit of a warning. With my free hand, I reached down and cupped and massaged his balls.
After only a few more moments of my going down on him, his leg muscles tensed and his groans grew more intense. “Oh yeah. I’m going to come. So. Fucking. Good.”
Releasing him from my mouth, I continued to pump my hand up and down his length while I aimed him at my chest. In the next instant, he groaned my name and his cum shot out, splattering along my neck and upper chest, dripping down over the tops of and in between my breasts.
“Oh my God, that was so hot.” I stared at his still semi-hard dick in my hand. I had done this a few other times, but I had always angled the guy’s cock so his release arced up and then landed on his stomach. But with Cohn I had wanted him to mark me. I know, crazy. I was falling into dangerous territory with him, but at the moment I was too caught up in how incredible he made me feel I didn’t pay the concern much attention.
“Baby, that was phenomenal. Come here.” He reached his arms around my waist and lifted me into his lap. Then he ran his finger along the tops of my breasts, through his cum.
For a moment I worried he’d be upset I didn’t swallow, but the smirk he gave me told me he was immensely pleased with how this had ended. “You covered in my cum is the hottest thing ever. Well one of them. You naked and writhing underneath me while I ate your pussy was fucking hot too.” He pulled me to his chest and burrowed his face into my hair. “Thank you for trusting me with your body and for loving mine with your mouth. You are one in a million.”
After indulging in his warm embrace for a few more moments, I pulled away. “Thank you for making this so incredible for me. I need to go shower and change. I’m all sticky. And you need to clean up a bit too.” I glanced down at his chest, some of the ribbons of his cum had transferred to his skin. “I have a half bath, the first door on the left as you start down the hallway. You can clean up while I grab a quick shower and a new outfit.” Sliding from his lap, I gave him a wink and then padded down to my room on shaky legs, feeling his heated stare on my backside. That was spectacular and only made me want him more. I could only hope I was enough to keep him interested. He was patient with me, but would that patience continue? I was inexperienced where as he was sinfully skilled. I shook my distressing thoughts loose. This was what I wanted so I would embrace some positivity and look forward to what the future held for us.
Stepping inside my room, I crossed the space to my connecting bathroom and slipped out of my dress. At the sink, I pressed the soap dispenser to drop a blob of soap onto my dress before switching on the faucet to quickly wash the mess from my outfit. I didn’t want that lingering on there until I got a chance to wash clothes. I chuckled; my panties and bra were still out on my living room floor somewhere. When I was finished, I hung the garment over one of the towel bars and stepped into the shower. Since I had showered before our date, I quickly washed my skin and hair and then dried off. Stepping back into my room, I walked over to my dresser which hugged the far side of my room and snatched a pair of black panties and matching bra. I pulled them on as I walked over to my closet to grab a t-shirt and pair of yoga pants. Staring out the window into my backyard, which shared a border with a small wooded area, I tugged on my clean outfit. Turning around to head back out to Cohn, I stared at my unmade queen sized bed, the gray comforter a jumble in the middle of my mattress. Would we be using that anytime soon and would we leave it in a tangled mess? My pussy clenched at the thought.
I walked back out to the living room to find Cohn fully dressed, his hair a disheveled mess but oh so sexy, lounging on my couch.
I abruptly regretted my outfit choice. Maybe I should have tugged on another dress. I peeked down at myself. “Sorry, I just automatically changed into something comfortable. I don’t normally have a guy in to hang out. But I can quickly put on something dressier.”
“You are just as beautiful not all fancied up. And you make casual look sexy too.” Shooting me a boyish grin, he patted the spot beside him on the couch. “Besides, I came in here to cuddle and I’m not leaving until I get some of that. I know I already got something extraordinary, but I’m greedy. And I’m not afraid to admit that. I own that shit.”
He made my heart flutter with such ease. My face lighting up from his words, I crawled up beside him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and curled me into his side.
“I’d pull you onto my lap where I love to have you snuggled into me, but my dick is getting hard enough with you just being in the same room.” He kissed the top of my head. “I never worry about sounding girly so I’m just going to say it; this is nice too.”
Nestled into him, we found a romantic comedy on television from a few years back. When it got late and I was dozing off, Cohn ran his hands through my hair to rouse me. “Hey, Cupcake. I think I’m going to take off so we can both get some sleep. Tonight was phenomenal and I’m looking forward to our future dates because they are going to be even better. I’ll text you tomorrow with plans. And if at any time you think of something you want to do, let me know and we’ll add it to my ideas.”
“You are too good to me.” I blinked up at him with bleary eyes.
“Not possible.” He dropped a kiss to my nose. The action intimate even after all we had done.
After he helped me up off of the couch, I drowsily escorted him to my door.
“Good night, Meghan.” Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine in a tender kiss. “Have sexy dreams about me. Mine are going to be borderline pornographic, but classy, and you are going to be starring in every one of them.” His lips curled into a naughty grin before he walked down to his truck.
In a sluggish but satiated stupor, I stumbled back to my bedroom and crawled in my bed. My clothes had a hint of his cologne clinging to them, so I drifted off to sleep in content bliss.
Over the next two weeks, Cohn and I went out every night, even if it was only to go for ice cream. We went to the movies a couple of times, bowling once, and visited the gardens again. Only this time I wore shorts and comfortable shoes so we could stay longer. At the end of most of our outings, we ended up on my living room couch taking pleasure from each other’s hands and mouths. I had hinted about sex on many occasions, but since he had sensed a little hesitation on my part, we hadn’t made it to that point yet.
I was in danger of falling in love with him. Actually, that wasn’t completely true; I was pretty sure I was already there. I didn’t believe he was looking to bang me and then be done with me. But even though he was trying the dating scene with me; he wasn’t the type to truly settle down permanently. And despite the fact I wasn’t sure of his long term intentions, I was finally ready to have sex with him.
He was picking me up at six to go out for dinner and I hoped the end of the night saw us in my bed making love. However, unfortunately, right before lunch time, I got slammed with a bad headache. Mercifully, I was able to leave work early. I came home, took medicine, showered, pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and then crawled into bed hoping to get rid of it so I wouldn’t have to cancel on him tonight.
When I awoke hours later, headache blissfully gone, I glanced at the small clock on my nightstand and my eyes widened. Shit. The red numbers five three two glared back at me. In my haste to take a nap, I had forgotten to set the alarm on my phone. I slid out of bed – no leaping since I didn’t want to jolt my head just in case – and then headed into the bathroom to use the toilet and wash my hands and face. However, before I could start on my make-up and hair, a knock sounded at my door. Cohn liked to arrive early. Usually, I was almost ready to go, but today he was going to have a bit of a wait.
Pulling the door open, my eager smile quickly wilted, drooping into an irritable frown. Rhett stood on my porch, his lips twisted in a scowl, his brown eyes dark with the anger that poured off of him in waves. I had broken things off with him the day after that disastrous incident at the bar. His only response was the word ‘whatever’ and then he had hung up on me, so I figured he didn’t give a shit. His surprise visit sent alarm tremors racing up my spine.
“So, your friend from the ‘party.” He growled in way of greeting.
“Is none of your business. I’m busy right now.” I wasn’t going to admit I was getting ready for a date with Cohn. I didn’t want to add fuel to his ire. “We have nothing more to say to one another so I’m asking you to leave.”
However, before I could close my door, Rhett shoved his way inside of my house.
Stumbling backward a few steps, I almost landed on my ass before I was able to right myself. “What the hell are you doing? Get out of my house! You’re not welcome here.” Panic seized the breath in my lungs, but I fought to wrestle it into submission so I didn’t allow it to paralyze me. I couldn’t give him an ounce of an advantage to be able to use to overpower me. Raising my hands to his chest, I shoved hard, attempting to move him toward the door so I could force him back outside and then I could lock him out.
Releasing a humorless chuckle, Rhett grabbed both of my hands in one of his and speared his other into my hair and ripped at the strands. “Already hopping into bed with him, but you strung me along for weeks.” He sneered while he backed me up toward the living room.
“No, we haven’t.” I admitted, hoping he would think I was doing the same thing to Cohn and would decide to leave me alone. A huge part of me recognized it for the futile attempt it was, but I was desperate. I kicked and jerked in his hold, to no avail.
“Good. Then it’s still mine to take.” His grin grew malicious.
When his words sunk in, I almost threw up. I didn’t want any part of him anywhere near any intimate part of me. Even though it was sure to bring my headache blazing back to life, I reared my head up to headbutt him. The impact had me seeing stars and shot a flash of pain through my skull, but I didn’t care.
“You fucking bitch.” He roared right before his fist connected with my cheek. Taking us both to the ground, he pinned me to the floor and ripped my t-shirt from the neckline down to my navel and then jammed his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
I bucked my body against his, trying to dislodge him.
I couldn’t allow this to happen.