Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jeremy
I don’t recognize the look in Emma’s eyes, but I don’t have any time to figure it out. The words are barely out of my mouth when she wraps her arms around my waist and spins us so it’s my back against the shower wall, and arousal turns my dick to steel.
Emma’s green eyes glow as she reaches up and pulls the elastic out of her hair, letting the red strands fall down her back in wet ropes. I wonder briefly whether a person can survive if all the blood in his body is in his cock.
I think I’m about to find out.
I would literally get on my knees for her, and I start to do exactly that, needing another taste, when her low voice stops me.
“No.” She grabs my hips and holds me firmly against the wall. I’m at least six inches taller and I outweigh her by a lot, but the look in her eyes has me freezing in place, wanting to obey her every command.
“Turn around.”
I spin immediately, facing the wall. Emma presses herself against my back. Wrapping her arms around my torso, she stands on her toes to speak into my ear.
“Be a good boy and keep those hands on the wall. You’re mine now.”
She bites my earlobe and rolls my nipples between her fingers. My cock leaks. My moan echoes in the shower stall.
Oh, my fucking god. This is how I go.
Emma kisses between my shoulder blades and works her way down my body, kissing and licking down my spine. Her hands glide along my sides. Every nerve ending in my body fires at the feel of her hot mouth on my skin, and they ignite when she grips my ass, pulling my cheeks apart.
I barely have time to gasp out a what the fuck before Emma is trailing a finger down my crack, rubbing lightly over my asshole in a move that has pleasure sparking through me and my hands clenching into fists on the wall.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble, turning my head just enough to meet Emma’s eyes. Hers are wild and a little feral. Whatever she sees in mine has her giving me a sly smile and reaching out a hand to pump body wash out of the dispenser on the wall.
“Anyone ever play with this tight hole, Jeremy?” Her voice is low, almost amused.
“Holy hell,” I manage. “No.”
I did a whole lot of kinky shit in my playing days, but never that. But the licks of pleasure I just felt when Emma touched me there has me wondering what it would be like.
“Well, if you don’t want this to be your first time, you better tell me now.”
My brain makes no words. All I can do is nod, which Emma takes as the consent it definitely is, because she slams her mouth against mine in a wet, filthy kiss before dropping to her knees behind me.
For a second, I feel nothing. My heart gallops in anticipation. Then she’s there, rubbing wet, slippery fingers over me. First one, then two, then a third. Sliding them up and down over my hole in a slow rhythm that has me pressing my forehead against the tile, breaths sawing in and out of my lungs.
Then her fingers disappear and a second later I feel the wet drag of her tongue, and I have to lock my knees to keep them from buckling.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Fuck,” I grit out, not sure whether I want to pull away or get closer to that wet friction. Then Emma pulls my cheeks apart again and dives in deeper with her tongue, moaning against me like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted. Closer. Definitely closer.
The feel of her tongue against me has my dick throbbing, literally aching with the need to be touched. I inch my hand towards it.
The crack of Emma’s hand against my ass has me freezing. My entire body shudders. My blood heats like someone poured gasoline in my veins and my balls draw up tight against my body.
“Be my good boy, Jeremy, and I’ll make you feel amazing, I promise.”
Oh god .
Her words, along with the eerie sensations racing through my body, have my brain melting down like a nuclear reactor.
“Shit, Ems. I can’t…I mean I don’t…”
Can’t make words. Don’t know what she’s doing to me.
“Can you take more?” Her question rises over the pounding of the shower, and I make the mistake of glancing down. At her. At her flaming hair, wet around her shoulders. Her flashing green eyes and the water cascading over her beautiful tits and her lips a little puffy from her assault on my ass. The shot of pleasure to my cock is so sudden and startling I wonder whether it’s possible to come entirely untouched.
I think I’m about to find out.
I nod.
She grins wickedly and reaches up for more soap.
Then her fingers are back, rubbing over me. Reaching a hand through my legs, she grasps my cock, giving it one long, firm stroke while she increases the pressure of her fingers on my hole. My entire body jolts, my hips shooting forward to push my cock through her hands.
“Ems,” I manage. “So good. So fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” she says, her strokes slow and steady, and her fingers…those fucking fingers are still running up and down my ass, giving me a weird sort of pleasure I’ve never felt before and don’t understand. All I know is it’s not enough. One of Emma’s hands strokes my dick while the other one plays with my hole, and it all feels so fucking good. My chest heaves and my heart races, but my orgasm still hangs in the distance, just out of reach.
“Ems,” I gasp out, my voice hoarse and needy. Begging. “I need…”
Something.
Anything.
More.
“I know what you need.” Emma pushes her slippery finger inside me and it’s so startling I don’t even have time to process the intrusion before she’s hitting a spot deep inside that has my feet going numb and tingles racing all over my body.
“Shitfuckfuckingfuckohmygodjesuschristrighttheredontfuckingstop,” I moan out, pounding my fist against the wall as Emma speeds up her strokes and keeps raking over that spot. She adds a second finger, then a third, the slight burn heightening all my senses.
The pressure is intense. The pleasure is otherworldly. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It shouldn’t be survivable.
My entire body vibrates and sweat beads on the back of my neck in the steamy shower air. My hips thrust forward and then back, fucking myself into Emma’s hand and then back on her fingers. I’ve lost the ability to speak, and I know I’m mumbling words, but I have no idea what any of them are. Some combination of shit and fuck and oh my god and please and don’t stop and I want and I need .
I need .
Emma twists her hand over the head of my dick at the same time she pushes her fingers deeper inside me. She rubs over that spot. That spot that turns my body into a live wire, laying every part of me bare for her.
And then.
“You’re doing so well, Jer. Such a good fucking boy. Let it go now. Come for me.”
The praise with my nickname is a match tossed on kerosene.
Her fingers press deeper. Her hand twists harder.
And I’m gone.
I come on a roar, my dick exploding, cum coating Emma’s hand and the shower wall. Pleasure floods me, so intense it’s almost painful. My brain blanks out and my vision goes dark at the edges and my orgasm lasts forever. Emma sticks with me the whole time, pulling her fingers out of me gently and slowing her strokes until I practically collapse against the wall, my legs no longer able to hold me up.
Emma stands and turns me around, pressing her mouth to mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth in a deep, dirty, hot as fuck kiss that perfectly matches the moment. When we break apart, she looks at me with a satisfied glint in her eye.
“Holy shit, Ems. What the fuck was that?”
She shrugs a shoulder and manages to look nonchalant, despite the fact that she’s standing naked under the shower and just had her tongue and multiple fingers literally inside of me.
I adore her.
“Just a little something I wanted to try. Did you like it?”
“Did I…” I trail off, huffing out a laugh. “Yeah, Ems, I liked it. I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. Who knew there was, like, a pleasure button hidden up there?”
Emma giggles and the sound is like sunshine. She pumps more soap out and glides her hands over her tits and her stomach and down between her legs and I don’t know if she means it to be sexy as fuck, but it is. I have no idea how my dick is even still alive, but it perks up immediately.
“Let’s finish this shower and dry off, because I think I need to show you exactly how much I liked it.”
Emma glances down and smirks at my hardening cock.
“Impressive stamina for an old guy.”
I grin at her. “I’ll show you old, Pretty Girl.”
I flip off the shower and grab Emma by the waist, hauling her up over my shoulder and slapping her ass while she squeals and pounds on my back. Stepping out of the shower, I stride into the bedroom and toss her onto the bed, both of us still dripping wet. Then I bury my head between her legs and slide two fingers inside her, sucking on her clit until she’s begging me to let her come. When I finally slide inside her again, with her splayed out under me, eyes locked, hearts beating in sync, it’s the closest to a holy moment I’ve ever experienced.
By the time we leave to go pick up Maddy, I’ve given Emma three more orgasms, had one more of my own, and fallen deeply, unequivocally, irreparably in love.
In this moment, on this day, it doesn’t scare me at all.