Chapter 7

Cohen

I stared at Abby for a moment, the blush on her cheeks. It was wrong, all wrong—I was deceiving her, and yet my cock was so hard, my body so desperate for her that there was no way I could have spent another moment in my own room.

“What—”

I cut her off by pulling her roughly against me, taking her mouth in a kiss that was not gentle, but as rough as my need. I sucked on her bottom lip, then her top, and her mouth parted so that I could taste her, teasing her tongue with my own. She gave a wicked little grin against my lips as she responded to my hunger, wrapping her arms around my neck as I pressed her backward into her room. Her hips pressed against mine and I could tell from her breathing alone how much she wanted it, how badly she needed for me to tear her clothes off and take her rough and hard. I did just that, nearly ripping her dress off of her body, revealing her round, ripe breasts and their perfect pink nipples, hard and ready to be touched.

“Abby,” I growled. “Take your panties off. Now.”

“No,” she said defiantly, a teasing smile on her lips.

She crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breasts, and I knew then exactly how it was going to be. I felt my own lips spread into a grin as I pushed her roughly to the bed. I wanted to yank her panties off, slide my cock inside of her, skip the part where I had to wait. Then again, her entire body looked ripe for the tasting. The panties she was wearing were pale pink with a tiny bow at the top, and when she spread her legs I saw that they were soaked through, the fabric wet and clinging to the lips of her pussy.

“You been like this since dinner?” I asked her gruffly, lowering my mouth to her breast, taking one of her nipples between my lips and tracing it with my tongue.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, sucking on each one, teasing her until her chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her thighs were squirming, rubbing together; I held them apart with my chest, not letting her close them as I tasted her skin, lowering myself so that my face was between her legs. I could see her hard, swollen clit poking out from between her pussy lips, even through the fabric of her panties. I leaned in to nuzzle her thigh, kissing it, nipping at it as she whimpered. Her hand snaked downward, into her panties, and she started to rub herself without even waiting for me. That was how badly she needed to be touched. I pulled her hand away, took her other one, and pinned them both at her sides.

“Your poor little pussy,” I said. “This must be torture for you. It’s only going to get worse.”

Her eyes widened as she stared at me, panting.

“What do you mean, Cohen?”

“What did I tell you to call me?” I asked her.

“Mr. Ashton,” she said, rolling her eyes. I dipped my face to lick her through her panties with the flat of my tongue, massaging it against her clit.

“What—what are you doing?” she whimpered.

“There’s a rule in this house,” I told her, my voice low and gravelly. Every part of my body was raging with want for her, but I wanted even more to spend time making her pay. “You don’t get to come until I tell you you’re allowed.”

“I’m so—please,” she breathed. I nuzzled her pussy, kissing it before I slowly pulled her panties down her hips and off, tossing them aside so that she was fully naked beneath me. Her pussy started dripping the moment I exposed it, gushing in anticipation even as I watched. It was throbbing too, her clit desperate as she fought to pull her hands away from mine. I pressed a soft kiss to her pussy, then swept my tongue from the bottom to the top, taking a long moment to suck on her bud. Her body shuddered as she came within seconds, moaning loudly, her hips bucking against my face. I clicked my tongue at her and lifted my face, the lower half of it soaking wet.

“What’d I tell you?”

She gave me a bashful look, one that made me ache deep in my core.

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, biting her lip. I couldn’t take it anymore. I climbed over her, wrapping both over her legs over my arms, guiding my cock deep into her pussy in one long, forceful stroke. She was tight, a fist around my cock, warm and wet and so perfect that I thought I’d lose my mind as I started to grind in and out of her in long strokes, savoring the feeling of her walls stretching around me.

“God, you are fucking perfect,” I said to her. She tilted her face up, kissed me ravenously as her hands dug into my lower back, prompting me to move faster, harder. I didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted—my body had been on the verge of losing control anyway. I pushed deeper inside of her, hitting the back of her pussy again and again as my hips sped up. She started to squirm against me and I could tell that she was about to come again. I forced myself to freeze, buried deep inside of her as I took her legs and threw them over my shoulders, spreading her far apart. Her eyes were on mine, half-lidded, hungry as I started to fuck her hard and rough, my hand twining in her hair, pulling her head back so that I could taste her neck and sink my teeth into it. She cried out, shuddering again.

“I’m gonna—oh,” she said. “I need—”

“Nope,” I said to her, slowing my hips down. She nearly growled at me and I laughed, nipping at her lip.

“You want to come?” I asked her. “Do you want to come on my cock?”

“Yes,” she said, humping against me as best as she could in her position. I reached down and started to rub her clit, making her whimper, the moan unable to escape from her lips. I moved hard against her, pounding into her pussy just like she wanted me to.

“You can come,” I said to her when she was good and desperate. She let out a choked sigh of relief, squirming and trembling beneath me as she gushed over my cock. I had no choice but to follow, the feeling of her clenching and squeezing around me too much to bear. My hips froze deep inside of her, and I found myself coming deep inside of her little pussy, filling it up.

We caught our breath and I got up when we were finished, my eyes on hers as I got dressed. She stayed in bed, lazily leaning back and staring at me with her eyes flashing.

“Good night,” I said to her gruffly. She nodded, lifting her hand in a little wave and a smile, biting her lip as I left her room. My whole body felt incredible and satisfied, though I already wanted even more. I made my way back to my room and sat on my bed, taking a deep breath. My mind was racing, feeling worried about what I had done. I felt guilty, too, for deceiving for, for not telling her that I was the man James she had been talking to for well over a year. I sighed as I lay back in bed and tried to fall asleep.