Combust (The Wellingtons #1) (6 page)

“Do you have any idea how sexy you sound as you whisper my name in that breathy tone?” he growled. He pressed down on my clit and paused, waiting for me to answer.

Unable to formulate any words while his fingers were still inside me, I shook my head then arched my back and raised my hips up, indicating that I wanted more. So much more. He chuckled then lowered his head back to my chest, but instead of paying more attention to my breasts, his tongue made a path down past my belly button until he was near my hips. His teeth nipped lightly at my hipbone. Then he slid his tongue across and down. Lifting up from beside me, he repositioned himself between my legs and lowered his head. My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do. Then his tongue connected with my clit and I couldn’t help but tense up.

“Just relax. Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, able to tell that I was anything but relaxed.

Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath and did as he asked. His tongue worked its magic over my clit before he made its way down to my entrance and then back up again. The way he sucked and licked me had me writhing on the bed beneath him, and all it took was one final nibble on my clit and I was done for. My fingers had found their way to his head, tangling up in his hair, and I pulled slightly as the impact of the orgasm reverberated throughout my body. Damn. That was heavenly, and I hoped it was just a preview of things to come.

As I came down from my high, I slowly untangled my fingers from his hair and he also withdrew his fingers from me. I watched as he brought them to his lips, leisurely sliding each one in and out, his eyes closing as he moaned, almost as if he were savoring the taste. It was such a turn-on, and I was more than ready to get this show on the road.

With a new confidence, I rose to my knees and beckoned for Cohen to rise as well. He complied, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my chest to his. I loved the feel of his warm skin against mine. Sliding my hand up his neck until it was in his hair, I leaned in and captured his mouth with mine. I could taste myself on his lips—another new experience for me. It was sweet, salty, and exotic. I attacked his tongue, trying to get my fill, and he answered my kisses with equal fervor.

Cohen’s hands slid down my waist, where he pulled me into him. I could feel his hard erection pressing against me, and even though I was ready to go all the way with him, I wanted to reciprocate first. After disconnecting my mouth from his, I got up from the bed and moved behind Cohen so that his back was to me. When he turned to face me, I pushed him down on the mattress, and he fell easily until he was flat on his back. He looked at me in surprise until I settled between his legs and he was suddenly aware of my intentions.

My hand slipped between his legs, and instead of playing with him, I firmly gripped his cock, letting my thumb rub over the tip. It was silky, soft, and I could feel a drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. It was arousing to know that I’d helped cause this reaction from him. Using my thumb, I swirled it around before lowering my head to lick it up. Cohen tensed at the contact then inhaled sharply as I worked my way down his hard, thick erection. Wanting to make him feel as good as he did me, I sucked, licked, and pleasured him expertly until his hands were gripping my hair and his thighs stiffened. When I could tell he was close, I pulled away, not ready for him to get off.

Before I knew it, Cohen’s hands were on my waist and I was flipped onto my back. I was naked underneath him, and he leaned down and kissed me hungrily, not caring my mouth had just been on his dick. That was a new one for me. All too soon, he pulled away. I protested, but he gave me a heated look that let me know that this wasn’t over.

As he leaned across to his nightstand to grab a condom, I began to feel nervous, and when he turned back to me, his gaze was filled with lust. Taking in a deep breath, I began to relax, telling myself that I was ready for this. When he hovered back over me, his fingers slipped as he tried to open it, and he gave me as sheepish grin. Feeling brazen and wanting to seem experienced, I took it from his fingers and placed it between my teeth, ripping it open, all the while gripping his erection before rolling it on. Truthfully, I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d paid attention in sex ed and couldn’t imagine it’d be any harder than rolling it on one of those stupid bananas Ms. Foskey had made us practice with.

Apparently, it wasn’t rocket science, because as my fingers nimbly slid the condom over his dick, his eyes rolled back in his head as if this were the first time he’d had a woman do this for him. Once I was done, he looked back down at me and then repositioned himself at my entrance. I knew I was already wet for him, thankful that he’d prepared me for this by already getting me off once tonight. I was anxious to see if it could happen again.

“Are you sure, Ruby? I know we just met, and I probably should’ve asked this before I grabbed a condom.” He looked down at me with a sheepish grin before his expression changed to something warm, and it was almost disconcerting. “I just don’t want you to regret this, to regret me, in the morning.” His concern was sweet, endearing, and the thoughtfulness caused my heart to flutter. It might have been crazy, but in the moment, with him looking down at me with soft, earnest eyes, I knew I was definitely more than ready, and I knew that this was why I’d waited. Cohen was exactly who I wanted to lose it to.

Nodding my head, I smiled at him as I mustered up as much confidence as I could. I’d seen and felt the size of him up close, and I won’t lie and say that the size of it didn’t give me a twinge of nervousness. I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me as I wondered how it was going to fit, but I pushed that thought from my mind, knowing that he’d take care of me, just as he’d been doing all night. My legs clenched together in anticipation of his touch, but he pressed his knee down to separate them. One lone finger traced along my slit, and his eyes became hooded. He could tell that I was primed and ready for him, and he wasn’t going to make me wait any longer.

Slowly, he slid the tip of his cock into me, and at first, I thought,
This isn’t so bad
.

“Holy shit. I’m barely in and you’re already so fucking tight. I thought you were tight around my fingers, but Jesus, baby, I had no idea,” he breathed, bracing himself on the wall behind me as he prepared to fill me fully.

For some reason, I chose that moment to be completely honest with him, because if we were going to do this, I wanted him to know just how much it was going to impact me. That I’d remember this moment for the rest of my life. As my hand grazed his back, I lifted my eyes to meet his, barely noticing that they were only half open as he stared down as my naked body.

“That’s because there’s been nobody before you.” I barely got the words out as Cohen slammed into me, causing me to cry out as a slicing pain ripped through my lower half. Hot tears pricked my eyes at his forcefulness.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, groaning in the process.

I winced as the pain coursed through my body, all the way down to my toes. That was definitely not the definition of a toe-curling experience. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Pain and discomfort swirled in my lower half, and I tried to remain as motionless as possible.

He was filling me completely, but his movements had stilled as well. His eyes came to meet mine, and he had a panicked, sorrowful look on his face. His hand rose to caress my cheek, and he wiped away the lone tear that had fallen. An embarrassed flush heated my cheeks, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. His eyes held a mixture of sympathy and tenderness, and it was almost more than I could bear. It wasn’t his fault—I knew that. I should’ve told him before I’d pretended to be some wanton vixen who knew what she was doing in the bedroom, but when I’d come to his dorm, I hadn’t exactly expected to be naked underneath him, and by the time I had been, I’d waited to mention it until it was too late.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ruby? You’re a virgin? Or well, were?” he asked, and I nodded in confirmation. He let out a small laugh, and I frowned, wondering what would possibly be funny in this situation. The thought had tears forming in my eyes again until he surprised me with his confession. “That makes two of us, Andi.”

Now it was my turn to let out a disbelieving laugh.
You’ve got to me kidding me.
What the hell happened to hot and experienced?! What the hell had I been thinking? He himself had even said that he wasn’t a frat guy, so why had I thought that he’d give me a mind-blowing virginity-taking session? Maybe if I’d done more than salivate over his gorgeous face or be mind-blown by his amazing musical tastes, I’d have learned more about him. I’m such an idiot.

“You’re…or were a virgin, too?” I asked, noticing that he still hadn’t moved again.

His face turned red, and he let out a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. And well… Fuck me,” he groaned as he slowly began to slide out of me, shocking me when I saw that the condom full with his release. “That blow job got me so worked up, and then when you were so tight around me, I couldn’t fucking hold it.”

He flopped back on the bed beside me, expelling a long, slow, deep breath. I grabbed the sheet and slid it over my naked body, pulling it up over my chest as I stared up at the ceiling. Holy shit. Had I really just lost my virginity in one pump? Did that even count?

“I’m so sorry, Ruby. Fuck. This is embarrassing. Can I blame the tequila? Liquor dick?” He turned towards me and placed a hand between my thighs. “I can still make you feel good.”

Even with one thrust, the forcefulness of it was already causing an aching sensation to form, and I shook my head. My mind was swimming with everything that had just happened, and the last thing I wanted was his hands on me.

“No, Cohen, it’s fine. I promise. You got me off before with your mouth, and well, what just happened kind of hurt a little, so let’s not make it worse with any more touching. I guess that’s what happens when you have sex with strangers, right?” I tried to joke, but he just flinched at the brashness of my words.

“Ruby,” he breathed, and it almost sounded reverent and remorseful at the same time.

Despite what just happened, he didn’t seem embarrassed, and the warmth in his voice was unnerving. Part of me wanted to burrow in his chest and enjoy his closeness, while the other half at me was screaming to get out of there so I could process everything. The thing was that, in such a short time, I’d already gotten used to the nickname, to Cohen, and I wasn’t sure I could muster up enough courage to walk out that door, because in the cold light of day, I didn’t know if I could ever bring myself to walk back in.

“Don’t worry about it, Cohen. It’s just the tequila. And my bad-ass oral skills. I guess I was just too damn good,” I teased, hoping my voice sounded calm even though I wanted to curl up in a ball and forget what had just happened—or at least rewind five minutes to tell him how inexperienced I was so things could’ve gone slower.

Apparently, I was convincing because he turned and grinned at me before taking off the condom and tossing it in the trash can next to the bed. Out of nowhere, he groaned and then smacked himself in the forehead in a face-palming fashion before covering his eyes. Then he looked at me through separated fingers, and I eyed him curiously.

“I just single-handedly ruined your first time, didn’t I? Or should I say single pumped to ruin it? You’re going to remember the night you lost your virginity for the rest of your life, and that’s going to be your memory. I am such a fuck-up.” The depreciatory tone in his voice made my heart constrict, and I felt myself beginning to feel bad for him. Knowing that he had a good time was enough, and I decided to let him off the hook in hopes of making him feel better.

Laughing, I tried to play it off. “Oh, Cohen, trust me. It wasn’t ruined. I hear it almost always sucks the first time.” I could hear his breath catch, and I winced again. “Okay, not sucks, but you know what I mean. But hey, for what it’s worth, it’s not one I’ll ever forget.”

He sat back and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me in close. “I may have sucked in bed tonight, Andi, but I promise you, the next time I slide in between your legs, I’ll be ready, and I’ll go all night long.”

His promise echoed through my brain, and even though I hadn’t planned to stay over, I curled up into his embrace and let him hold me throughout the night. As good as it felt, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head. Even though the foreplay had been amazing, I didn’t think I’d be ready to have sex again anytime soon, and with his promise of a next time, I had no idea how I’d avoid it unless I avoided him. The thought brought an unexpected pang to my heart, but I knew it was for the best.

Vowing to myself that I’d keep my distance, I couldn’t help but feel disappointment creeping in. I told myself that it didn’t matter. We’d only known each other for a night. I’d rather cut my losses now, because in my experience, once a guy gets a taste, he wants more. And even though I’d thought I was, I didn’t think I was ready to continue a sexual relationship with him after what had happened. Hell, he probably won’t want it either when he wakes up and remembers it. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I’d be doing us both a favor. I resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn’t see Cohen again. My pride and humiliation wouldn’t let me. And for some reason, that thought hurt a lot more than I’d expected from what was turning out to be a one-night stand.