Nemesis(15)

Or not dating, as it were.

Shit.

*****

I’m reading a book when I hear Sadie call my name. I head into the living room, about to ask her what she wants, when I see Cohen standing there. Sadie disappears, leaving us alone.

“You know, you could have called” is the first thing that leaves my mouth. I would have at least changed out of my giraffe pyjamas.

“I know,” he replies, not looking sorry in the least. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Okay,” I say, holding my hand out to him.

He takes it.

I bring him to my room and he sits down on the bed while I remain standing. That is until he takes my hand and pulls me closer to him, then onto his lap.

“Cohen,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. “Is everything okay?”

“It will be,” he says, right before he presses his lips against mine. The kiss starts off so gentle, so sweet, until it turns into something more. Until passion takes over. His tongue against mine, Cohen Lake gives me the best kiss I’ve ever had. His hand is at my nape, bringing me as close as I can be against his body, his mouth so perfect on mine.

I want more.

I slide off his lap, stand in front of him and push him back on the bed, going down with him. His eyes, the darkest green I’ve seen them so far, don’t leave mine, and I swear I see a little amusement flash in them at me taking control. I slam my lips back down onto his, kissing him hungrily, releasing all the pent-up want I’ve had for him since the first time I laid eyes on him. His hands roam down my body, cupping my ass and squeezing gently. I moan against his lips, then move my own down his jaw to his neck. He mutters “Fuck” under his breath, which just turns me on even more. I want him naked. I want his skin pressed against mine. He must have the same idea, because he rolls me over so he’s on top, making my breath hitch. He pulls his t-shirt off, giving me the first look at his muscled body.

Holy shit.

I run my fingers down his six-pack, like a kid in a candy store. “I’ve never seen one of these up close in real life.”

Cohen looks down at me and starts laughing. “Fucking hell, Jacinta.”

“I’m serious,” I say, sitting up and licking right down the centre. “Your body is… Wow.”

Smooth, toned chest, ripped biceps, those sexy-ass V’s that I’ve only ever seen on TV. I feel like I need to take a photo to remember this moment forever.

“Now the pants,” I demand, wanting to see what else he’s working with.

“First your top and bra,” he counters, licking his lips, his eyes on my breasts. Fair is fair, so I remove my pyjama top and white bra, which isn’t lace, because I wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight. I lie back down, letting him have a good view, then slide down my pants. I’m not wearing any panties, since I decided to go commando after my shower tonight. I have to be grateful that I shaved… down there, or this would have been an extremely awkward moment.

“You’re so beautiful, Jacinta,” he says in a husky tone. “Fucking perfect.”

I’m not, but I appreciate the sentiment. Cohen removes his jeans and boxers, then slides back on the bed on his knees, completely naked. I want to take in everything about him, but all I can do is stare at his cock.

It’s big.

No, ‘big’ isn’t a good enough word.

It’s huge.

Long and thick.

Magnificent.

It deserves its own Wiki page.

“I want,” I blurt out, my mouth suddenly watering. His cock shakes around, and I realise it’s because he’s laughing, and his whole body is shaking with it. I sit up and grab his cock, which immediately stops his amusement. I stroke him from top to bottom, then take him into my mouth, or at least as much of him as I can. Sliding my mouth up and down, I follow the sounds he makes, using them as cues to figure out what he likes best. I take him as deep as I can, wanting to please him, but also because I just really enjoy giving head. I actually do, and I think that’s what makes me good at it.

Cohen pushes my hair off my face, and pulls it back with his hand, holding it back like a ponytail. The gentle tugs on my scalp feel amazing and urge me on, so I suck harder, take him deeper. I play with his balls, cupping gently and enjoying the feel of them in my hands. He gently pushes me off his cock and drops to his knees, kneeling before the bed. He spreads my legs, and then his mouth is on my *, licking, sucking and teasing me like a man starving. I thread my fingers through his hair, lifting my head so I can see what he’s doing. Watching him turns me on even more. I love seeing his tongue peeking out, and I love the feeling it gives me even more. My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, my thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure takes over me. I let go of his hair and grip onto the sheets instead, my nails digging into them. I allow my eyes to close and my head to fall back, just feeling. In this moment, there is nothing but Cohen and me, nothing but the pleasure we can bring each other. Right now, nothing else matters.

Fuck the world.

“Fuck,” I whisper, coming back to myself, opening my eyes and looking straight into his. He pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied expression on his face. “Cohen?”

“Yeah,” he rumbles, moving to brace himself over me, his hard cock pointing right at me like it wants me, badly.