Cobb by Maryann Jordan
13
The forty-five minutes trip back to her house seemed to last forever as far as she was concerned. Josie and Jorge attempted to converse, but their responses were more mumbles as she struggled to think of things to say when all she wanted to do was scream for him to pull to the side of the road so she could climb onto his lap.
The sexual tension in the cab of his SUV sent the temperature soaring so that even the air conditioner could barely cool off her heated body. As he drove, she stared out the windshield while darting glances to the side. How can a man’s profile be as sexy as facing him? Everything about him called to her. The curve of his nose. His full lips. His jaw. His muscular arm was stretched out, and his hand rested on the steering wheel. The way the seat belt crossed his broad chest.
His gaze slid her way, and she knew he’d caught her staring. Finally, unable to take the tension any longer, she blurted, “So, what do you want for dinner?”
Now his whole head turned, and his gaze raked over her before he faced the front again. He grinned, his white teeth gleaming, and all she could concentrate on was his mouth.
“Whatever you want, I’ll take care of it,” he answered.
She listened to his reply but could no longer remember the question she’d asked. Whatever I want? He’ll take care of it? What if what I want is him?
When they finally turned onto her street, she heaved a sigh of relief, the desire to get out of the confines of the vehicle overwhelming. She jumped down and hustled, but his long legs ate up the distance and he met her at the door. Her hands shook as she tried to jam the key into the keyhole. Her fingers felt the jolt when he reached out to take the keys from her. They entered and he locked the door behind her.
Tonight, there was no backing against the door. No rushing of bodies colliding. Instead, they stood, feet apart, staring into each other’s eyes.
“What do you want, Josie?” His voice was deep, caramel smooth.
She licked her lips, realizing he was handing complete control over to her. The truth was she had wanted this man since he first approached her at the gala. She’d wanted to give in to a night of no-names, no-promises, no-regrets pleasure. But buried deep inside, she must have known he was the kind of man who would burn her. Not intentionally. Not to hurt her. But just because she could never allow herself to give in to no-regrets pleasure. A night with him would surely bring regrets if there was only sex.
He stepped closer while still keeping a respectable distance, his head ducking slightly so he could hold her gaze. “I see your mind whirling.”
She dragged in a ragged breath, wondering if the oxygen had suddenly become thinner in the last few minutes. His dark eyes stared with intensity, the black pupils melding with the irises. His jaw was tight and a muscle ticked at the edge of his cheek. His nostrils flared slightly as he appeared to struggle with his own breathing. His arms hung by his side, his fingers flexing, the only movement she could witness. And behind his jeans, there was no mistaking the erection.
“You asked what I wanted.” She licked her lips as she forced her gaze to stay on his eyes. “The truth is I want you. I wanted you the first time I saw you, but I’m just not a one-night-with-a-stranger sort of woman.” Her shoulders lifted in a little shrug as her lips barely curved. “You’re not a stranger anymore.”
She stepped forward and lifted her arms, placing her hands on his shoulders, repeating, “I want you.”
As though the dam that held him back had burst, his arms snapped around her and he lifted her feet off the ground, his mouth slamming over hers. Entwining her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, she clung to him.
Her mouth opened immediately under his welcome onslaught. His tongue invaded her warmth, gliding over hers, eliciting tingles from her toes all the way up to her scalp. Desperate for his taste, her tongue battled his until it swept through his mouth. She was thankful he was holding her upright or she would have slumped into a puddle on the floor. As one muscular arm continued to band around her waist, his other hand moved upward, fingers diving through her hair until they were cupping the back of her head.
She had come to recognize he was a man of many talents, and walking around furniture, down the hall, turning into her bedroom, and stalking straight to her bed with her clinging to him like a monkey and their lips never separating had to be one of his greatest skills. She couldn’t wait to see what else he had mastery over.
He sat her gently onto the bed, their lips finally parting as he knelt onto the floor between her legs, his large hands resting on her knees. His gaze roamed over her face, landing on her lips. She didn’t need to feel them to know they were swollen. Please, don’t let him stop now.
“Tell me again, Josie. I need the words. I need you to be sure. You said you weren’t a one-night-with-a-stranger kind of woman, and what you need to understand is that even though we’re no longer strangers, this isn’t a one-night-only. Not with what I’m feeling for you.”
She sucked in a quick breath, his words gliding over, around, and through her, landing at her heart. In an effort to keep her lips from curving into a wide smile, her top teeth landed on her bottom lip. But it was ineffective as her smile spread, nonetheless. “I do want you, Cobb. I want this tonight. Tomorrow. And for as long as it works for us.”
“Then be forewarned, Josie. I plan on making this work for a long time.”
Her hands moved up to cup his jaws, the feel of thick stubble underneath her fingers. Leaning forward, she whispered against his lips. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
A growl erupted from deep inside his chest as he lunged. His hands moved to her waist and he lifted her easily, settling her deeper into the bed. Crawling over her, his fingers danced at the bottom of her shirt, slipping underneath and lightly gliding up her sides, dragging the material until it snagged underneath her breasts. He hesitated for a few seconds, and she lifted her hands over her head, giving him permission and access to strip the shirt away, which he did with ease.
His dark eyes settled on her breasts, and as his nostrils flared, she watched the magnetic pull of pure lust move over his face. She quickly unhooked the front, pulling open the material so her breasts were now exposed, her nipples hard in the cool air. He placed his palms over her breasts, covering them completely, then gently swirled his thumbs around her nipples. The electricity zapped between her breasts and core, and she shifted her hips, wishing for a way to ease the need building inside.
With his legs straddling hers, he bent and pulled her nipple deeply into his mouth, continuing to palm the other. Moving between her breasts, giving equal attention to both, a smile spread over his face as she cried out with longing. Her fingers ran through his black hair, her short nails dragging slightly along his scalp. He continued kissing down her stomach while his fingers unzipped her jeans. Scooting backward off the bed, his booted feet landed on the floor with a thump. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, removing several condom packets, tossing them onto the bed next to her before placing his wallet onto her nightstand.
Grinning, he reached a hand to his back and dragged his shirt over his head. The air left her lungs in a rush as she stared at his broad, naked chest. Smooth, tanned skin that had her licking her lips in anticipation of dragging her tongue around his darker, flat nipples. His abs were defined, and her fingers itched to move along the dips and ridges of muscles. He bent, and she lost sight of his hands but could hear his boots being unlaced. He stood to toe them off and bent once again to jerk off his socks.
Now they were both naked from the waist up, and she had no idea what she should do. Jerk my pants off and spread my legs or keep laying here and fantasize about what the rest of him looks like?
He chuckled as though her words had been shouted. “Just keep laying there, babe. Once I get you completely naked, it’s going to be hard to hold back.” His belt unbuckled with a click and the sound of his zipper lowering seemed amplified in the room where the only other sound was her breathing. He shucked his jeans and boxers down his legs, kicking them off his feet before standing erect in front of her, fully naked, legs apart, looking like a god. And speaking of erect! His cock was as perfect as the rest of him. Long, thick, and as he palmed the shaft, a pearl drop on the end had her lick her lips again.
He bent forward once again, this time unbuttoning her jeans, and with a deftness she didn’t think possible, he pulled her jeans and panties completely off, throwing them over his shoulder. He placed a knee onto the bed, and with his hands under her thighs, he lifted her legs, exposing her to his perusal. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. For a few seconds, she was mortified, but then she saw the expression of ecstasy on his face as his lips curved and he breathed deeply again. Christ. The heat in the room skyrocketed.
Her brain was still focused on him sniffing her sex when his head dropped and his tongue licked her slick folds. Surprised, her hips jerked, and he shifted so that his shoulders kept her legs apart and one large hand on her stomach held her in place. He began to feast as a starving man, licking, tonguing, and sucking until she thought she would spontaneously burst into flames. Her fingers dragged through his hair again, and every muscle in her body began to tighten in anticipation. He inserted a finger deep into her channel, quirking it in just the right way to hit the spot. As he sucked on her clit at the same time, the explosion shook her entire body and she cried out his name. His finger and tongue rode out her release as her legs and arms fell gracelessly to the side.
Barely noticing that his lips were now moving back up over her body, she became acutely aware as he danced his tongue and lips over her breasts before moving up to kiss her. With one thrust of his tongue she tasted her essence on his lips, something she’d never experienced before.
Arching up, she wrapped her arms around him, their kiss not breaking. Mumbling against his mouth, she said, “Want top.”
He flipped over, and now she lay on top of his broad body. Scooting upward, she straddled his legs and grinned, shimmying downward to encircle his cock with her hands. Another groan was dragged from his lips as she gently spread the pad of her thumb over the tip, smearing the drop of pre-cum before bending to lick from root to end.
“Christ Almighty, Josie,” he growled, his fingers spearing through her hair.
Filled with a sense of power, she lowered her breasts to his thighs and took his cock into her mouth. He continued to make noises rumbling from deep inside his chest as her lips glided up and down, alternating between sucking and long, slow licks. His hips jumped, and she grinned around his cock. Her hands were on his thick thighs, the muscles taut beneath her fingertips.
He had lifted his head and their gazes were as connected as their bodies. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, and she would have had no idea the emotion he was feeling other than the moans he continued to rumble between clenched teeth.
Cobb was by far the most well-endowed of any partner she’d had. There was no way her mouth could take in all of him, so she used her fist at the base to pump along with her sucking. His hands reached out, fisting in her hair, stinging slightly but not enough to cause pain.
It was powerful to feel the strong man underneath her, knowing she was the one in charge. And yet she never doubted the strength in him. He was giving as much as taking.
Finally, through gritted teeth, he said, “That’s enough, babe. Sit on me.” She hesitated for only a few seconds, then he growled, “Seriously, Josie. If you want me to come in your mouth another time, I’m game. But the first time I come with you, I want to be buried deep inside.”
His words, spoken in a voice gravelly with need, had the effect he must have wanted. She withdrew her lips from around him and sat back on her heels as he reached out with one hand and grabbed a condom. He ripped open the foil, and once sheathed, he lifted his hands toward her and she shimmied up his thighs, rising on her knees until his cock was at her entrance.
“I know I’m big, babe, and I want this comfortable for you. You’re in charge.”
As soon as she began to settle down over his cock, she was acutely aware of what he meant. Long, thick, hard, covered by silk. Easing down slowly, she lifted and settled, each time moving him deeper. His teeth were gritted once again, his jaw tight. She didn’t want to tease him so each time she moved further down onto his cock. Soon, she settled all the way to where he was fully seated in her.
With her hands leaning forward and balancing on his shoulders and his gripping her hips with his fingers digging into her ass, she rose and fell over and over, each time plunging. They moved faster until they were both covered in sweat and panting. The coil was tightening deep inside, but she felt her legs begin to quiver with fatigue.
Without saying anything, he must’ve known as his hands dug in tighter, and he lifted her slightly so that he had room to move. He pistoned his hips up and down, his cock dragging deep inside. Her breasts bounced, and he growled, “Lean down.”
Bending at the elbows, she dipped her breasts to his lips and was rewarded as he sucked a nipple deeply into his mouth. The changed angle also gave his plunging cock a chance to rub against her clit and sparks began to fan out through every nerve of her body. Her fingers dug in tightly to his shoulders, and she was now gritting her teeth as well.
“You close?” he asked.
She nodded, unable to speak. A few seconds later, she cried out as her orgasm rushed over her, feeling every inch of his cock as white lights exploded behind her eyelids. Struggling to hold herself up, she locked her arms so that he could find his own release. After several more thrusts with his feet planted on the bed and his knees bent, he thrust up, another groan being dragged from deep inside his chest. His neck muscles tightened and corded, the blood vessels standing out in stark relief against his reddened skin.
Finally, as every drop was wrung from him, she fell forward, forcing out another grunt from his chest. His arms banded around her back, and he held her tightly as she lay completely on him. Both sweaty and panting, their heartbeats tapping out a rhythm as old as time, she tucked her head underneath his chin and rested her cheek on his chest. Several long minutes passed, and she was uncertain if she could move. And she knew for a fact she didn’t want to.
His spent cock finally slid out of her body, and he rolled them to the side, still facing each other. Her head now rested on his arm and she looked into his eyes. He angled his head to take her lips in another kiss, this one sweet and gentle. A kiss of lovers.
Untangling his legs from her, he said, “Be right back.” He climbed from the bed and walked into her bathroom. She heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink run. He walked back into the room and a wide grin spread across her face. She hadn’t dated anyone since she’d moved into the house, so there hadn’t been a naked man gracing her bedroom or bathroom. And after the sight of Jorge in all his naked glory, she knew no other man could compare.
He stalked straight over, and she shifted as he pulled the covers back. He climbed under the sheets, wrapping her into his arms again. Legs tangled, her cheek rested on his arm as her hand splayed over his chest, the feel of his heartbeat underneath her fingertips.
“I don’t know that I can move, babe,” he said, his breath brushing over her cheek.
She remained quiet for a moment, then whispered, “I don’t want you to.”
