“I think I have a pretty good idea now. Drive, Coen, before I change my mind.” The tires squeal as he pulls away from my house.
Coen runs his hand through his hair as he weaves in and out of traffic. We drive for about five minutes or so. “It’s not much further, Sweet Cheeks,” he says, shooting me a quick glance and that perfectly sexy smirk. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind, because I don’t know if I can handle sitting here next to you in that delicious fucking dress and those sick as hell Chucks.” Coen reaches over and places his hand on my thigh. Keeping his eyes on the road, he slowly slides his big, strong, tattooed hand up the inside of my legs and slips his middle finger under the side of the triangle shaped lace and in between my slick pussy. A soft whimper escapes me. My entire body ignites from his touch. “Damn, Lexi, you’re so fucking wet for me. I guess that definitely means you haven’t changed your mind.” His finger gently circles my clit, and my heart starts to race. The car suddenly stops, and the warmth of Coen’s hand leaves my body. I open my eyes in time to see him sucking the finger that’s just left me feeling breathless.
“Stay there.” His voice is low and raspy as he turns the car off and gets out. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he walks around to open my door. “Last chance to say no, Lex, because once we’re inside that house there’s no turning back. You can stay and let me show you what a real man can do for a woman, unlike that piece of shit I saw earlier tonight, or I will put you up in a hotel so that I know you’re safe.”
“Coen, just shut up and take me inside or I’m going to get myself off right here on your front seat. After today, I need this. And I’m pretty sure, judging by the tent you’re pitching, that you do, too.” That sexy, devilish smirk slowly spreads across his lips and his eyes lock with mine. I reach down to grab my bag and slide out of the car. As soon as I stand up, he has me thrown over his shoulder. “Oh my God, Coen! I can walk! Don’t you dare drop me! Holy shit, this is too high off the ground! Coen!” I scream as I’m punching him in the back. I don’t do heights, and he is so freaking tall. I think I’m going to have a panic attack. “Coen, I’m serious! This isn’t fun… OUCH!”
Did he seriously just slap my ass?
“What the hell was that for?” I squeal.
“If you don’t stop wiggling around you’ll make me drop you, and then I’ll just have to fuck you right here on my front lawn. I don’t think the neighbors want to be woken up by a hot little tattooed redhead screaming my name.” He sounds pretty sure of himself, stepping inside the house and setting me back down on my feet.
I drop my bag, and the second he turns around I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He drops his keys and rubs his hands hard up my back, pulling me closer to him. Licking my neck from my collarbone to my ear, he sends shivers up my entire body. Our eyes lock for a brief moment, silently reassuring each other that this is what we both want. What we both need. I can’t help but feel he’s hiding something, but right now that doesn’t matter. Right now I need to feel wanted. I need to feel needed. I need this. Him. Us. Whatever us is.
He carries me through the dark house. Our only source of light is coming from the streetlights, seeping in through the blinds.
Coen rests his forehead on mine as he grabs my ass and growls. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lexi.” I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Running my hands through his hair, I crush my lips against his and devour him with my kiss. He kisses me back, ravaging my mouth like a starving animal. A soft moan escapes me as he lifts me off of him by my waist, sitting me down on the edge of his bed. My dress slides up, nearly revealing what’s underneath. I start to cross my legs to try and ease the ache in my throbbing clit, but he places his hand on my knee to stop me.
“No. Don’t. I can smell how turned on you are, Lex. Now I need to taste you. That tease in the car was nowhere near enough. Lie back and let me take care of you.” I do as he says, and he kneels between my legs. He traces the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, placing soft, slow, kisses as he gets closer to my aching pussy. I whisper his name, and his fingertips graze my legs. I need more of him. I can’t handle much more teasing. He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, and slides his thumbs under the thin pieces of fabric holding up my thong, carefully slipping it and my shoes and socks off my feet in one fluid motion. My body is now exposed to him, vulnerable and ready. Before I can even feel self-conscious about my exposure, I feel the heat of his wet tongue on my clit. One hand slides under my dress, kneading my breast. He uses his index and middle finger from his other hand to spread me open further, giving him better access to delve his tongue inside of my pussy. He swirls, thrusts, and teases me to the edge. I arch my back in pleasure, forcing my breast harder into his hand. I’m about to lose control when he stops. I can feel him smirking against me before he stands up.
“Coen…” The heat from his mouth, gone. The electricity from his touch, gone. The orgasm I damn near reached, gone. I see his shadow move toward the widow. There’s just enough light for me to see his face. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
“Coen, what the hell?”
He turns around, pulls something out of the dresser and slips it into his pocket. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “Patience, Lex. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. At least, not tonight.” His voice is deep and gritty. I push myself up closer to the head of the bed as he stalks closer, looking like a lion about to devour his next meal. Steady. With determination. Heated. His shoulders roll each time he places his hands on the bed. His scent is driving me wild. The look in his eyes both intimidates me and turns me on. Hovering over me, I can see that not only are his arms and neck covered in gorgeous, brightly colored tattoos, but his chest and stomach are as well. So fucking hot. I swallow hard in anticipation. I’m still so wet from where he had his mouth on me moments ago. I still need more.
Coen’s nose is almost touching mine. His green eyes sparkle as they catch a hint of light from the window. I’m expecting him to kiss me, but then I feel his hand sliding up my leg and under my dress. “I want to see all of you, Lexi.”
I lift myself up just enough for him to pull my dress over my head, tossing it off the bed. He places his hands on either side of my head while I pull his neck down to my lips. I kiss each one of the tattoos and lick up to his ear, stopping to nibble on it. God, his neck is perfect, even better than I imagined. He emits a low growl that sends shivers through me, and his mouth crashes onto mine. Coen reaches down between my legs and circles my clit with his fingertip, slowly swirling before thrusting his middle finger into my wet, throbbing pussy. He slides it back out and then back in again, this time adding his ring finger.
“So fucking tight…” He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “Mmm…and so damn sweet. I can’t wait to feel this slick, tight pussy clenching around my rock hard cock when I fucking take you,” Coen growls. He goes back to kissing me and fucking me with his fingers. His words make me so hot, and I can taste myself on his lips. I can’t help but wish I could taste him, too. My body rocks into his hand as we get into a perfect rhythm. He takes my breast and leans down to suck on my nipple, sending fire through my entire body. Taunting, teasing, nibbling. He curls his fingers up inside of me and hits the perfect spot, and I lose all control. I scream his name, and for a moment the world goes black. My senses are on overload.