Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jeremy
T he hotel door has barely closed behind us before I’m spinning Emma around and pressing my mouth to hers.
“That was the longest wedding of all time,” I rasp out against her lips, gripping Emma’s hips and bringing her body flush against mine.
“No shit,” she manages, leaning her head to the side as I kiss down her jaw. “I love our friends, but I thought we’d never be alone.”
I reach down and pick Emma up. She immediately wraps her legs around me, settling on my hardening cock. It must hit her just right because she makes a triumphant noise in the back of her throat.
“Now that you’ve got me alone, what are you going to do about it, Ems?”
Emma rolls her hips against me, shivering when the head of my cock hits her clit, then leans forward and whispers in my ear.
“Anything I want.”
Motherfucker .
Emma bites my lip and slams her mouth against mine while all the remaining blood in my body rushes to my dick so fast I get lightheaded. I wonder idly if I might just pass out right here on this floor before I’ve even gotten to taste her.
She moans into my mouth, her tongue sweeping out and tangling with mine in the hottest, filthiest kiss I’ve ever had. It’s all wet and teeth and tongues and her hands gripping my hair. The sounds she makes and the way she takes charge, owning my mouth with hers, is a shot straight to the dick. I didn’t know it was physically possible to get harder than I already was, but the rules don’t seem to apply to my girl.
Without breaking the kiss, I carry Emma over to a chest of drawers sitting against the wall. Placing her on top of it, I step between her spread legs and tear my mouth away from hers, kissing and licking a path down her jaw and over her throat. I nip at her collar bone before sliding my tongue down the valley between her breasts. The bare skin there has been taunting me all night, and the salty sweet taste of her makes me feral with need.
My hands slide down her sides and back up again, thumbs caressing the undersides of her breasts as my mouth continues its assault against her skin. Licking along the top curve of her breast, I take one thin dress strap between my teeth, sliding it down her shoulder, running my teeth along her sensitive skin before I push both straps down the rest of the way. When the dress pools around her waist, one of my questions is answered. I wondered how she could wear a bra with those thin straps and the answer is, she couldn’t.
I let out a growl, staring at her bare tits, the perfect size to fit into my hands, as goosebumps of desire dot her flesh. They are covered in a constellation of freckles, with nipples so perfect I lean forward and suck one into my mouth before my brain even registers I’m moving.
“Jeremy, fuck.” Emma gasps as I palm her other breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers and sucking hard.
“You like that, Ems?” I murmur against her skin. “You like the feel of my mouth on you?”
“Jesus, yes.” She moans as I suck harder, flicking her nipple with my tongue.
“I bet you do. And before this night is over, my mouth is going to be on every perfect inch of you. Starting here.”
Pulling away from her tits, I shove Emma’s dress up her legs, dropping to my knees and pulling her closer to the edge. I push her legs apart and lean in, running my nose up the strip of lace covering her pussy and breathing her in. Her underwear is already soaked, and the smell of her arousal invades my senses. When my nose nudges her clit, she inhales sharply and tilts her hips up, looking for friction.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur against her. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Holding her open for me with both hands, I run my tongue up along the crease of her thigh and down again, before dipping under the lace, moaning against her as her flavor explodes on my tongue and her hands tangle in my hair.
“You taste so good, Ems, and you’re fucking dripping for me. I want to take my time with you, but I’ve been wanting you so much, for so long, I’m not sure if I can.”
Yanking my head back by my hair, locking her gaze with mine, Emma gives me a feral smile.
“Next time is for slow. This time is for making me come all over your face right the fuck now.”
I grin back at her as lust and raw, unadulterated need swarms me. Curling my fingers in the waistband of her underwear, I slide them down her legs and let them drop to the floor.
“Then hold on tight, Pretty Girl.”
Tossing her legs over my shoulders, I yank her so close to the edge of the chest that her ass is hanging off. I give her slit one long lick from bottom to top, burying my face in her perfect pussy and latching my mouth around her clit.
“Holy shit,” Emma moans, tightening her hands in my hair. The sharp edge of pain combined with her flavor has me worried for a split second that I might come in my pants, completely untouched, like some kind of amateur.
I drag my tongue down to her entrance, circling it once before shoving my tongue inside her, rubbing my thumb in tight circles over her clit. With a strangled gasp, Emma drops her head back and tightens her grip in my hair, rocking her hips as I fuck her with my tongue and increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit.
Emma has never been anything but gorgeous, but right now, with my tongue buried inside her, her hips writhing against my mouth and a flush blooming over her face from the pleasure, she’s breathtaking.
I circle her clit with my tongue while I slide two fingers inside her, and when I curl them up, she whimpers out my name.
“Jeremy, yes, please, right there. Don’t stop.”
Closing my mouth around her clit, I suck hard while I fuck her with my fingers, rubbing that spot inside her until her legs lock around my head and her body bows up.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she moans out, and goddam yes, she is. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and her gush of arousal covers my face as her entire body shakes. Sliding my fingers out of her and sweeping my other hand through her slit, I reach up and palm her breasts, circling her nipples with her cum, tugging and pulling on the stiff, sensitive buds. I keep my attention on her clit, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of her while she moans my name over and over in a raspy voice filled with lust.
When she finally collapses back against the wall, I stand, leaning forward and sucking one nipple and then the other into my mouth, licking up the wetness I spread there. I graze her nipples with my teeth, relishing in her panting breaths and the way she pushes her chest up to get her tits closer to my mouth.
“Fuck, Ems,” I murmur against her skin. “I want my mouth on you every minute of every day. I want your pleasure and your cum and the way you moan out my name while you fall apart on my tongue.”
I lift my head, locking eyes with her. “But right now, I want you spread over that big bed so I can push inside you and remind us both what it feels like when you come around my cock, heels digging into my back while you moan my name into my ear and I spill deep inside you. I want to mark that gorgeous pussy with my cum and make you mine.”
Emma takes a sharp breath, eyes clouding with emotion, and I realize immediately that it’s the first time I’ve directly mentioned what happened that night. We’ve referred to it and talked around it, but we’ve never discussed any of the details. And we’re not fucking talking about it now.
Pressing a hard, fast kiss to her mouth, I lift her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed and sliding her dress over her hips and onto the floor. I stand in front of her, raking my gaze over her perfect body while I toss my untied bow tie on the floor and slowly unbutton each button of my shirt. When I drop the shirt on the floor and pull my undershirt over my head, Emma’s gaze sweeps down and back up, a dark satisfaction blooming in me at the lust on her face.
“Pants next,” Emma says, eyes still on me. “Let me see all of you.”
I unbuckle my belt, sliding it out of the belt loops and dropping it with a clang. Emma’s eyes follow, interest all over her face as she gazes down at the discarded belt, and fucking hell.
Do not think of all the things you and Emma can do with a belt or you will never make it inside her.
To distract myself from the image overtaking my brain of Emma tied to the headboard, I unbutton my tux pants and shove them down along with my boxers, kicking both away. My rock-hard cock juts up, and Emma’s gaze rakes over it, making it twitch against my stomach. With my eyes on Emma’s, I reach down and give myself a long, slow stroke, taking a step towards the bed.
“Don’t move.”
Emma’s words, spoken in a low voice studded with desire, stop my forward movement. She sits up on the edge of the bed, eyes tracking my hand as I lazily stroke my cock.
“I want my mouth on you.”
Holy shit .
“Then get that mouth on me, Pretty Girl.”
Emma leans forward and I brace myself for the feel of her mouth around my cock, but it doesn’t come. Instead, she dips her head down and traces her tongue over the tattoo on my thigh. Shivers race down my spine at her touch.
“This is so fucking sexy,” she mutters, sliding her fingers over the crossed hockey sticks with my old number ninety-one between them.
I got the tattoo when I was playing, and ever since my injury I feel conflicted every time I look at it. But I sure don’t feel conflicted about it now with the way her hungry eyes take it in.
“Ems,” I rasp, my voice dripping with need.
Apparently, Emma can read my mind even now because without another word she moves over and runs her tongue up my dick from base to tip, flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside over and over again until I have to palm the back of her head for balance so my legs don’t give out. Sliding her mouth over me, she curls her fingers into my ass cheeks and takes me to the back of her throat, the muscles constricting over the head of my cock as she swallows and pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, pulling out of her mouth before I come down her throat. Cupping her face in my hands, I lean down and kiss her long and slow, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks.
“I love your mouth on me, Ems. I fucking love it, and I would love nothing more than to come straight down your throat, but not right now. Right now, I don’t want to come anywhere but inside you.”
“I want that too. So goddamn much,” she says, scooting back onto the bed and pulling me along until I lay over her, covering her body with mine.
I dip my head and kiss her again, sliding my tongue inside her mouth to tangle with hers, tasting every inch of her. Gripping one of her legs behind her thigh, I push it up until she’s wide open for me. Rocking my hips forward, I slide my cock along her hot pussy, coating myself in her wetness, nudging her clit with the head of my cock in a way that has Emma whimpering into my mouth and grinding her hips up into me for more friction.
Tangling my fingers in Emma’s hair, our mouths stay fused together as I rub myself over her clit again and again, until her body shakes and sweat breaks out over the back of my neck with the effort of holding back.
I don’t understand why I’m holding back. Why when my balls draw up tight and I feel my orgasm start to build, I don’t push inside her. Why when Emma whispers fuck me and please Jer and right now, I don’t do exactly that. Why I don’t do the thing I’ve been thinking about doing and make Emma mine and only mine. Why fear tightens my stomach, and my thoughts start to race. Why, despite all my bravado on the dance floor and the teasing at the wedding and my burning need to join my body with hers, I feel my courage faltering. I break our kiss, looking down at Emma who is looking at me with understanding eyes.
“Sit up, Jer.” Emma’s voice is commanding but soft, and I do what she says. She follows me, straddling my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs and her hands cupping my face. I grip her hips like an anchor as her eyes search mine. Then she leans in and presses a slow, dizzying kiss to my lips.
“Tell me something true, Jeremy.”