Chapter 26—Ruby
Why is it so hot? I feel like I’m burning up. Taking off my clothes helps, but it’s not enough.
“Turn the fan on. Jesus, it’s like a sauna in here.”
Kooper turns and starts the fan, then comes over and puts two bottles of water on the nightstand and opens the third.
“Here. You need to drink. You took something, and we need to flush it out of your system.”
I sit up and take the bottle, guzzling to quench my parched throat. A bit spills out of my mouth. It feels good against my skin, and I groan at the coolness.
I move to pour the rest of it on me, and my eyes snap to Kooper when he grabs my hand in mid-tilt. He shakes his head.
“Drink.”
Unlike before, he doesn’t let go of the bottle.
He brings it to my lips, tilting it up as I swallow it down.
We don’t break eye contact, and I don’t tell him to stop.
When it’s empty, he pulls it away and then uses the pad of his thumb to brush away the few drops that were on the rim of the bottle and trickled down my chin.
He moves his thumb to my mouth. It’s wet, and he runs it across my lower lip as if making sure every drop is used on me.
With my eyes on his, I open my mouth a bit and bend forward, sucking his thumb. His breath hitches, and a deep rumble comes out of him. It makes me wet.
“Lie down.” He slides his thumb out and looks down at me as he takes a step back.
God only knows what he sees. He says I’m on something.
Maybe I am. I’ve never felt like this. Like I could fly.
Things are hot, but colorful. Like rays of sunshine bursting with each blink.
And when I touch things? The sheets? The water? Him?
It sends sensations through my body. Things that set me on fire in other ways.
I thought being drugged meant things were blurry and I would forget what was going on.
But this? It’s as if each sense is heightened to the ultimate.
And all in good ways. Nothing feels rough against my skin or too bright to see.
It’s as if my own perfect bubble has been placed around me, and everything is just wonderful. Sensational. Arousing.
“You need sleep. I don’t know what they gave you, but sleep and water will help get most of it out.”
“Those dicks,” I mutter as I scoot to the top of my bed and push my covers down enough to put my legs under them.
“Yeah.” He turns and starts putting his stuff on my desk.
I like that he does that. It means he’s staying. Good. I could use a cuddle right now. I know last time we didn’t, except for when I was crying. And maybe he only cuddles when someone is having a meltdown. But coming off a drug is kind of like a breaking point, right?
He gets into bed, and I roll into him and then frown.
“You have clothes on.”
“Yes.”
“But it’s hot.” This makes no sense.
“You’re on drugs. It’s messing with your system.”
I think on his words and then tilt my head. “Didn’t you drink my drink?” He nods, and I sit up on my heels. “You could be drugged too.” I smile.
“Doubtful.” He closes his eyes and puts an arm above his head as if he’s going to fall asleep.
I keep watching him, and then I see it—sweat trickling down his forehead. I reach out and catch it with my finger, and his eyes open, watching as I lick it off my skin.
“You’re hot.”
“Thanks,” he grunts.
Rolling my eyes, I snort. “We’re grown adults.
We can sleep next to each other in our underwear and have nothing happen.
Seriously. The only reason you’re still dressed is you’re scared I’ll jump you.
Or…” I lean down close to his face and smile wide.
“You don’t trust yourself. Hmmm, is that it, Koop?
” I run my nose along his jaw and feel it clench.
“You think that once you have me so close, you’d snap and have your way with me? ”
“Right.” He’s out of bed and taking off his clothes in the next second.
If he’s trying to prove something, I have no idea what it is.
I lost all focus the second his shirt came off and then his pants.
His tight black boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination, and I swallow unconsciously at the sight.
“Scoot over and behave.” He pushes me back, and I roll a bit as he turns off the table lamp and gets under the covers. “Now, go to sleep.”
I should. I really should. But I’ve never been one who does things she should. Where’s the fun in that?
I slide my body over him and grin as his eyes snap open.
“What are you doing? You said we could be adults about this.”
“Sure, we could. But why should we?” I lean down and snuggle against him. “Damn, you feel good.” I run my hands all over his body. It’s like little zings hitting me every place I touch. I can’t get enough of how awesome it feels.
“You’re high,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not.” He glares, and I just smile. One that’s evil and wicked. “I’m low.” I move myself on top of him and then lower on his frame, sliding my pussy along his cock, moaning at the feel of it.
“Shit.”
We both say it at the same time. I can’t stop rubbing against him. It feels too good. His hands bunch in the sheet between us, and then he pulls it down. It was a thin sheet, but it managed to hide his ridges. Now my lower lips wrap around his cock as I slide on it in my panties.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he grabs my hips and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. He doesn’t move me. Not in encouragement or to push off. I know it’s coming. His rejection. But not yet. Not just yet.
“Don’t. Please don’t stop. I need more,” I plead before he can say anything. I keep moving, rubbing on him faster and harder. It pulls groans from him and pants from me. His nails dig deep into my hips, and I find my release.
But it’s not enough.
“More. I need more.”
His eyes open, and I move slowly. He’s still hard, and I’m wet. But the ache, it’s still there.
“Please, Koop. Please make it go away.”
He squeezes his eyes tight and shakes his head as if at war with himself.
“Please. I’ll be good. Just one more and I’ll stop.”
He looks at me again, a set determination on his face. “Just one.”
Then he pulls me up to him. I open my mouth in protest till he sits me on his face and begins to lick me through my drenched panties. My hands fall behind me, resting on his abs that flex as I grind my core over him.
I’m close, but it’s not enough.
I change positions, then pull off the pasties covering most of my boobs and grab my nipples, twisting them and rocking. His eyes flare at the sight. I grab his hand, bringing his fingers to my lips and sucking on them before moving them slowly down my body till they touch me where I want.
The ferociousness in his gaze makes this ten times hotter. And forbidden. So forbidden that I shudder in ecstasy from the very thought.
But still, it’s not enough.
I push his hand off, grabbing the iron bedframe for leverage as I stand tall above Kooper.
His face is wet from both of us. My panties are almost pushed to the side.
He licked me through them so well that they’re molded to my lips, my clit outlined as if it were braille.
I bite my lip as I pull one side of them and then the other down my hips, shimmying till they fall onto his face.
I lift one leg, then the other, to step out of them.
What I don’t expect is for him to squeeze them tight against his face and inhale, shuddering on the exhale as if he just came. I look at his boxers and see a bit of a wet spot, but I don’t know if that’s from me or him.
I look back at him, and our gazes collide. He tosses the panties aside and pulls me down. I land hard on his face, but if I hurt him, he doesn’t say it. Doesn’t even grunt from the weight of me sitting on him. He just devours.
Everything.
I scream and don’t care if anyone can hear. In fact, I want them to. I want them to know what’s going on. That a god is eating me out. Because heaven can only be like this.
His mouth covers me completely, and his tongue works magic over me.
“I’m so close.” I grab my breasts and massage them as I close my eyes and ride his face. His hands grab my hips and cant me so I go faster to his wicked tongue as it flicks against my clit.
“Yes, right there. Yes. Yes. Yessss.” I wither against him, and still, he doesn’t stop. Not yet. Just closes his eyes as if he’s having his favorite dessert.
He hums and moves me off his face. My juices flow down his chin and then his chest as he puts me back into my first position, sitting on his stomach, just above his massive cock.
“Peaches and cream. Just like your mouth, but sweeter.” He licks his lips and chin as he savors the taste of me.
The sight has me saying one word. “More.”
He shakes his head. “No, honey, we can’t.”
But I’m not having it. I move lower, below his dick, and rub my hand over it, pulling a hiss from his lips.
“Fuck, your hand feels good.”
“It could feel better.” I get to the top of his boxers and grab the waistband, pulling it down, stretching it below his third leg. And that’s no exaggeration. The thing is massive, and it makes me even wetter, if that’s possible.
“Shit, you’re fucked up.” He shakes his head against the pillow below him, but his hands don’t stop me. “But so am I.” He rubs his hands up and down my arms as I gently glide mine down his cock once more before I move up on my knees.
I grab his cock and rub the head of it against my clit, moaning and groaning at the feel of him against me.
“Shit,” he grits out as I keep doing it over and over. I hold it up against my pussy and rub myself along him with no barrier between us. It feels so good.
“Please, just give me a little more. Just a little.”
He pants as he watches me, and I bite my lip, looking at him with hope in my eyes, begging with everything I have but not saying the words.
“Okay,” he huffs out as if it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. “Just a little.”
I dip his dick inside me. Just the tip. It’s a stretch, and I grimace, but it feels good. Too good.
“How’s that, Peaches? That good for you? Shit, we need to stop.” He’s panting and gripping my hips so hard I’ll have bruises in the morning.
“Just a little more. It feels so good. God, you’re so big.
How do you even fit?” The tip is pushing me to my limits, and it’s barely in.
The burn is like what I feel when I’ve been out in the sun too long.
It tingles, and I should step away. Go inside or at least put more sunscreen on.
But just like when I’m getting burned, I stay.
I push forward.
Or in this case, down.
“Ahhh!” I scream as I seal his cock all the way inside me. He’s so big. And with me on top, I swear a part of him is touching the back of my throat as I bounce on him.
“Shit. Fuck, what did you do? Goddammit. You’re tight, Peaches. Fucking tight.” He’s protesting with his mouth, but his hands are still on me, moving me back and forth, just like when I was riding his cloth-covered dick the first time.
Having him inside me is what dreams are made of, even if I’ve never dreamed this. It’s better than sex, because this isn’t just sex. It can’t be. The colors are too bright. The feel of his hands on me is sparking into my soul so much that it’s almost a problem.
And still…
“More,” I moan.
He pinches my clit between two knuckles, and I come hard. I fall forward and take his mouth in a full-on kiss. Something we haven’t done since all this started. Something that should have happened at the start, but it seems to be our ending.
Or maybe just the midpoint. Because while I saw heaven in his arms, Kooper is still rock-hard and pushing into me over and over.
We roll, and he grabs my head, holding it in the perfect position as he takes what he wants and finds his release, shaking and shivering on bated breath but never once stopping our kiss.
His body stills over mine, but we don’t separate. We stay locked in each other’s arms and continue kissing. Doing what we should have only done from the start, though we seem to be making up for it now.
And when he grows hard again inside me?
I lock my ankles behind his back, and we ride the wave of pleasure together till the heat dies down and we fall asleep in each other’s arms, never once detaching.