Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emma
“ O kay, bye!”
Maddy waves at Jeremy and me and scampers up the bus steps, taking a seat next to Maya Casey. They flash twin grins out the window and I think back to the quiet, reserved girl she was when she first came to live with me and how far she’s come.
How far I’ve come. On my own, with Maddy, and with Jeremy.
I consider this as I glance up at Jeremy watching the bus as it drives down the street. When he’s here in the morning, he never takes his eyes off the bus until it disappears around the corner. It’s like he needs the reassurance Maddy is safe for as long as he can have it. I can feel his love for her, and it fills me right up.
I take in his stubbled jaw and the backwards hat he always wears for our post-bus stop morning runs. The long-sleeve T-shirt stretched over his chest, sleeves pushed up to showcase the muscled, veiny forearms I’ve lusted over since he drove me home from the gala eight years ago. The thigh tattoo peeking out from under the shorts he wears despite the October chill. His hand wrapped around the mug filled with the too sweet coffee he loves. Did I know hands could be sexy? I certainly did not, but fuck does Jeremy have amazing hands.
Like he senses my eyes on him, he turns to me, his warm brown eyes immediately flashing with heat at whatever he sees on my face. A curl of lust snakes through me.
Standing on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around Jeremy’s neck and pull his mouth to mine. The kiss is slow and deep and too intimate for a sidewalk in the bright fall morning sun, but I don’t give a shit. Jeremy wraps his free arm around my waist, tugging me flush against him. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth to taste and tease. When I push my hips against his hardening cock, he groans into my mouth, tightening his arm around my waist to hold me in place and breaking away to kiss along my jaw in a way that has all my nerve endings tingling.
“Keep it up, Pretty Girl, and this run will never happen,” Jeremy rasps, lips grazing my ear.
I press my lips to his throat, loving the salty taste of his skin and the way the smell of him —of clean laundry and soap from the shower we shared late last night and Jeremy —surrounds me.
“I was thinking we could get our exercise a different way this morning.”
The answering rumble in his chest has me smiling against his throat and then yelping as he bends his knees and lifts me with one arm locked under my ass, his other hand still gripping the mug. The show of strength has me clenching my thighs.
Jeremy’s lips drift along my neck and jaw as he carries me up the stairs and into my house. He kicks the door shut and walks me straight to the kitchen, dumping his coffee and depositing the mug in the dishwasher. The move has me giggling into his neck despite my full body arousal and the feel of his huge, hard cock between my legs.
“What?” Jeremy asks, nipping at my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth.
“It’s just…” I break off, giggling again and then dropping my head onto his shoulder, letting out peals of laughter. “You put the coffee mug in the dishwasher,” I manage, tears streaming down my face as I try, and fail, to get ahold of myself.
“That’s where it belongs.” Jeremy manages to sound both insulted and perplexed. I lift my head so I can look at him, laughter still bubbling up from my chest.
“It’s just, I’m literally wrapped around you. You’re clearly turned on judging by…well…this.”
I roll my hips, his cock sliding against me in the most delicious way that has me tightening my legs around him and Jeremy growling.
“And instead of taking me upstairs and fucking me into the mattress, you decided to do the dishes.” I cackle out another laugh. “It’s okay; you like everything clean and in its place. I admire that about you.”
Jeremy takes one of his arms from around my waist and cups my jaw, tilting my head up so our eyes meet, his flashing with amusement and heat.
“You think I can’t be messy?”
I shrug, giving in to the urge to tease him just to see what happens.
“I think you prefer things in order. You could have just put the coffee mug on the table by the front door. It’s what I would have done. Maybe you…don’t really want me all that badly.”
I roll my hips against him again, and he hisses. His eyes darken and need pools between my legs. When he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous.
“You think I don’t want you, Ems? You’re all I want. All I think about. All I see. I have fucking dreamed about you for eight years and nothing about it is orderly. It’s huge and wild and life changing. It’s as vital to me as breathing. You have altered the cells in my body and the marrow of my bones and the chemistry of my brain. So, you want messy? I’ll show you messy. Everything about this is messy, and still, I can’t do anything but want you.”
Jeremy’s words and the flash in his eyes is a slow roll of my heart and a bolt straight to my clit just before he leans forward and seals his mouth over mine, sliding his tongue in to explore, taste, and tease in a way that has me panting.
Without breaking the kiss, he turns us, dropping me onto the counter and pushing both of his hands into my hair. He tilts my head to change the angle, taking the kiss impossible deeper. I stroke my tongue along his, never letting up because what even is breathing anyway. I grip Jeremy’s hips and pull him closer, relishing in the way his cock rolls against me as he settles between my legs.
Dropping his hands to my hips, he inches my shirt up, skimming his fingertips along my ribs, only breaking the kiss to pull the shirt over my head and toss it away before his lips return to mine. He immediately unzips the front of my sports bra, sliding it off my shoulders and cupping my breasts to tease and flick my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I moan into his mouth and scoot closer to the edge of the counter. Pressing myself tighter against him, I practically whimper at the perfect friction of his cock against my clit.
“You like that, Ems? The way my cock slides against your clit while I play with these pretty tits? Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
Jeremy grips my hips and ruts hard against me. I’m riding the edge so quickly my head spins.
“I bet if I slide a finger inside you, you’ll already be wet for me. I love feeling your pussy clench around me when you come. My fingers, my tongue, my dick. I want to bury every part of me inside of you.”
“Please…” I gasp, my head falling back against the cabinets. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. What I need. I just need.
“Please what, Ems? Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything. Anything I have is yours.”
He tangles a hand in my hair again and tips my head forward so I can look at him.
“Tell me something true, Ems.”
The scorching hot moment combined with our safe phrase scrambles my brain. All I can think to say is, “I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” Jeremy says, dropping to his good knee in front of me, yanking my shorts and underwear over my hips and pushing my legs apart. He ghosts kisses along my inner thighs, warm breath fluttering along my overheated skin, and I shiver, goosebumps crawling up my body.
“You’re so good at this,” I moan out, so turned on and he’s barely even touched me.
“I fucking love having my mouth on you. If there is ever a day I don’t want your gorgeous wet cunt dripping all over my face, my tongue licking inside you, schedule the funeral and bury me six feet under Pretty Girl because I would happily survive on your flavor alone for the rest of my days.”
“Jesus fuck, Jeremy.” My voice is a plea. When he glances up at me, his flushed cheeks, backwards hat, and beautiful face bracketed by my thighs combines into an image so hot I’m shocked the entire kitchen doesn’t just combust.
“Grab the counter and hold on tight Pretty Girl.”
But I don’t have time to do that. Jeremy dives right in, yanking me farther off the counter and wrapping his arms around my thighs, giving me one long lick from ass to clit. Then he pushes two fingers inside me and sucks my clit into his mouth so hard my vision whites out. I knock his hat off, tangling my hands in his hair and tugging hard, holding him against me as he eats me like a man possessed. Never letting up with his mouth, he fucks me with his fingers slow and deep, and my body coils like a spring, the noises tearing from my throat pleading and desperate.
When Jeremy hums against me, curling his fingers up while his teeth graze my clit, I’m done for. I palm my bare breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers and writhing my hips, riding Jeremy’s face as pleasure swamps me.
“Oh my god, right there. I’m coming.” I moan, dropping my head back. It knocks into the cabinets again, but I barely feel it over the exploding pleasure as Jeremy groans against me, licking me through my release.
I’m still coming, my entire body trembling, when Jeremy stands. He rips his shirt over his head and shoves his shorts and briefs down, tatted thigh on sexy display and long, thick cock springing free. I want to lick the bead of precum on the tip, but I don’t have time because with one hand gripping his cock and his other anchored to my hip, Jeremy pushes into me in one motion. Our twin moans fill the kitchen. He pulls out part way and pushes back in, his hands sliding around to grab my ass.
“Fuck, Ems, you feel amazing,” he grits out. “Your pussy is strangling my cock like it was made for me to fill. I want to fill every fucking inch of you. There will never be anyone else who fits me like you do. You’re fucking mine, Pretty Girl.”
His strokes speed up, and he holds me in place as his pelvis grinds against my clit every time he slams back into me. His gaze is fixed on the spot where we’re joined, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches his cock move in and out of me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I grab Jeremy’s face in both hands, yanking his head up so his eyes meet mine.
“You’re fucking mine too,” I pant out, feeling another orgasm coiling inside of me as Jeremy’s fingers grip me harder, holding me more firmly against his thrusts. “Fill me up, Jer. We’re perfect together.”
His gold-rimmed eyes swirl with an emotion that has my breath stuttering. And when he kisses me again, hard and deep, my own emotions threaten to rise right along with my release. All I can do is grip his shoulders and hold on for the ride.
Jeremy pistons his hips, a groan rumbling through his chest as I wrap my legs around his back and pull him impossibly closer into the cradle of my thighs. The move tips my hips up just enough to change the angle, and his next stroke hits a spot deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. Pleasure bursts through me.
“God, yes, right there.” I moan against Jeremy’s lips, my voice low and needy. “It feels so good. So, so good. I need to come. Jeremy, fuck ,” I gasp out as he yanks me closer to him, grazing his teeth along my jaw and the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“Come for me, Pretty Girl. Make this pussy choke the cum right out of me.”
Jeremy dips his head and captures my nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue at the same time he slams inside of me, hitting that spot again. I detonate around him, coming on a cry, latching my teeth onto his shoulder as he slams into me.
“Shit, Ems. I’m gonna…Fuuuck.”
Jeremy slaps a hand to the cabinet by my head as his hips jerk, cock swelling inside me as he groans out his release. He works us both through our orgasms, and when we’re wrung dry, I drop my head on Jeremy’s shoulder, both of us panting, hearts hammering.
“Jesus Christ, Ems, that was amazing. You’re amazing,” Jeremy manages, kissing my temple and gliding his hands up and down my spine in a way that makes me want to curl against him and stay like this forever.