27. Cohen

27

COHEN

T here was something about the feel of Emily squirming beneath me. Her arms pinned high above her head. Her eyes wide and her brain stunted. That fascinated me. Even more than the first time I cut into a fresh cadaver and got an eyeful of intestines. Even more than the feel of cardiac muscle still pumping in the palm of my hand.

Unlike my Jane Doe, I could see the panic on Emily's face, the fear creasing her brow. The desire and the obstinance. She wanted this. She'd used that text to bait me into doing it. But she was also afraid… of liking it. What I did to her and how I made her feel. More than that, she was terrified of not knowing how to survive without it.

In all honesty, we both were. I just hadn't realized it yet.

I kept her wrists locked in one palm, while my free hand slowly slinked down the length of her torso before creeping up her skirt and sliding between the apex of her thighs. I grinned as my fingertips traced over the moist fabric of her underwear.

"Is all that for me, Emily?" I knew it was. But I needed to hear her say it. Needed her to submit to me fully as much as I needed her to fight me. Though, if we didn't speed things up a bit, the way my cock was straining against my zipper meant either would do.

Consent was a nicety, not a requirement.

When she didn't immediately answer, I shoved the lacy material aside and dipped a finger into her wet cunt, enjoying the way her muscles clenched when she tried to suck me deeper. I gave her three quick thrusts while angling my wrist downward so that my palm pounded against her clit, and she threw her head back, biting on her bottom lip in a failed attempt to stifle a moan.

"Why is it so hard for you to admit you want me?"

"I… I don't know…" Her voice was soft, vulnerable, barely above a whisper.

I watched her face, my gaze flicking from one eye to the other. Searching for any sign of deception. She wasn't telling the truth but she wasn't lying either.

Emily was good at balancing herself between the two.

I dropped my head and pressed my mouth to that spot just under her ear, sucking on the sensitive skin there while grinding my cock against her lower stomach. An inch or so above where she really needed me.

"Tell me…"

"Tell you what, Cohen?" she huffed. She was frustrated. We both were. And the solution was easy enough.

"That you want this as much as I do. That you can't stop thinking about me. That you search me out in every room you walk into. That I haunt your nightmares and star in your fantasies. Tell me you want me to fuck you as much as you want your next breath, Emily. I need to hear you say it."

"Why? Why do I have to say the words? Why is it so important to you?"

"Because we'll both feel a lot better when you do."

"We? Or do you mean your ego?"

"Both." I could see her resolve waning, her eyes fluttering closed when I flicked my tongue across her earlobe before tugging it between my teeth. She tasted sweet and slightly salty from the sweat still clinging to her skin.

"Fuck me, Cohen. I want you to fuck me, okay?"

I captured her mouth in a kiss, grinning against her lips as I tugged my waistband down and flipped her skirt up. I didn't bother to free my other leg from my pants before forcing her thighs apart and thrusting forward. I pulled back. Drove in one more time and quickly bottomed out as Emily clawed at my back. I couldn't tell if she was trying to shove me off or pull me deeper. I didn't care to find out either. She was too warm. Too fucking wet. Her cunt tightening around me and holding me hostage. Even as her palms slapped at my chest.

"Condom!" she yelled out. But it was too late. I'd felt her raw. There was no way I could turn to latex now.

"Don't need it," I ground the words between clenched teeth. "Clean as a whistle, babe."

"You'll have to pull out," she mumbled, but I could tell the logical side of her brain was losing its grip as the endorphins took over.

"Uh-huh."

One, two, three deep thrusts and neither of us was able to form words anymore. I could hear the blood rushing to my ears, the sounds of my own grunts echoing off the bare walls of her dorm room, the slapping of skin against skin, and the banging of the headboard against the thin sheetrock. Until it was all drowned out by her soft whimpers.

I slowed my pace, drawing all the way out before gliding back in again. Emily's spine arched, her gluteal muscles contracting beneath the imprints of my fingertips and her nails raking through my hair.

She was lost to the moment. And suddenly I realized I was lost to her. Not just fucking her. Figuring her out and obsessing over her. It was more than that.

I… liked her. And I wanted her to like me too. That was why I needed to hear her say it. Why I couldn't just fuck her and walk away. Why I couldn't get her out of my head. Why that first kiss outside the dorms had inhibited my ability to think…

When she began chanting my name under her breath like a near-silent prayer, I found my hand reaching up to sweep her hair off her cheek. I needed to see her face. A small smile tipped up her lips just slightly and I couldn't stop myself from bending forward to kiss her again. The gesture tender, almost gentle, my tongue dancing with hers instead of dueling. The fucking affectionate instead of primal.

And I pulled back at the same time my cum marked Emily as mine. For as long as both of us were breathing, this woman was mine. She just didn't know it yet.