Chapter 18
The night couldn’t move any slower.
It’s not that I’m having a bad time. I’m actually having a great fucking time–holding Riley against me, teasing her sweet pussy as she tries so hard to keep her face neutral, every squirm of her hips grinding her ass into my straining dick. And the way she keeps coming back to me is goddamn glorious. Every time she gets up to do something, to grab some food or chat with someone, she always comes back to my lap and pulls that blanket back over us, like she needs to be touching me as badly as I need to be touching her.
But I’m ready to move past the teasing and get to the part where I take her up to bed so I can make her come all night long.
I watched her on my phone every day that I was in New York. Jerked off to memories of her coming around my fingers and fucking her mouth. But it wasn’t enough. It never is. Nothing quenches my thirst for her, and tonight, I am a man fucking parched.
Leaning against the railing, I watch from Riley’s front porch as she gives Tracy a hug in the driveway. Tracy and Blake are the last to leave, and it’s clear from the way she wobbles in Riley’s embrace that she is plastered. Riley helps her into the passenger seat of Blake’s car, and soon, his taillights disappear down the driveway.
Riley comes to join me on the front porch, and I take her in for the millionth time tonight. She still sucks the breath right out of my lungs. The dress she’s wearing looks like it was painted on her, hugging every part of her body to absolute perfection. The dim porch lights cast shadows across her features, the valley between her tits a dark ravine I want to run my tongue down.
“So…” she starts, staring up at me as she comes to stand by my side.
But I’m done talking. Stepping forward, I grab her under her knees and around her shoulders, swooping her up into my arms to carry her to bed.
“Emmett!” she shrieks, and the giggle that follows causes a little pang in my chest. But I push it down and hold her tight, closing the front door behind me with my foot and heading to the stairs.
When I reach the top, I cross the loft and set her down by her bed. “Turn around,” I tell her, my voice like gravel.
She turns, and I carefully unzip her dress in the back, mindful to make sure the zipper doesn’t snag on any of the lace. As she shimmies out of it, I help pull it down her body, my hands running down her sides. I linger when I get to her perfect ass, my cock pulsing in the confines of my pants at the smooth expanse of skin there. I can’t help but imagine how good it’d look, reddened from my hand, slamming into me as I fuck her from behind, bruised from my teeth…
She wiggles in front of me, trying to balance as she steps out of the dress, and it snaps my attention back to her. I help her step out of it, then lay it across her dresser so it doesn’t wrinkle on the floor. I can tell by the material and the way it fits her that it cost a small fortune.
When I turn back to her, she’s facing me in nothing but her thong, her breasts on full display.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, my eyes devouring her body, trying to take in every inch.
She’s perfect. So goddamn perfect with her soft, pale skin. Her tits are incredible, the perfect size to fit in my hands, and my fingers twitch at my sides, eager to touch them. To tease them. To pull on those perfectly pink nipples until they’re hard little peaks.
At my incessant staring, she starts to shift on her feet, her arms coming up to cover herself.
“No.” I step toward her and grab her by the chin. “You’re perfect, Riley. So fucking perfect. Don’t hide from me,” I murmur.
She peers up at me through thick, dark lashes, and the look she gives me has my heart thundering. I can’t wait any longer. I can’t go another agonizing second without having her.
My mouth finds hers, desperate need taking over as my tongue forces its way between her lips and tangles with her own. It’s sloppy and rushed and passionate and I can’t get enough.
Her hands come up and work the buttons of my shirt as I walk her back toward the bed. When she finally gets the buttons done and pushes it off my shoulders, I reach down and undo my belt, pop the button on my pants, and lose the rest of my clothing.
Her mouth parts when my cock springs free, and as much as I’d like to shove my dick down her throat again, to see those pretty pink lips wrapped around me, saliva dripping down her chin, I don’t, gently pushing her back onto the bed instead.
She shimmies back until her head rests on the pillows and I follow her, pushing her legs apart so I can nestle between them as I lean down to kiss her. Her mouth meets mine, and I prop myself up on one arm by her head, the other palming her breast. She moans into my mouth, and I rub my thumb over her nipple before giving it a slight pull, working it until it hardens. I shift and move to her other one, rubbing and tweaking and teasing until it hardens, too.
My mouth moves to her jaw, her neck, down her chest until I take the hardened peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip as her hips start grinding up into me.
I trail my mouth across the valley of her breasts, licking and nibbling as I go, and it’s pure fucking nirvana. The soft smoothness of her skin. The little sounds she makes. Her heavy breathing. The feel of her heart pounding in her chest under my mouth. I want it all. Every last piece of her.
I pull her other nipple into my mouth and bite down, just hard enough to sting. She lets out a hiss and I run my tongue over the bite, soothing away the sting.
Dragging my mouth down her ribs and stomach, I stop when I get to her belly button. I hook my fingers into her thong, pulling it down her legs and throwing it over my shoulder to the floor.
God, her pussy is a sight to see. Pink and swollen and desperate to be touched after hours of teasing.
“Hold on,” I command, and she raises her head to give me a confused look.
I wrap my arms under her thighs and roll us, so that I’m on my back and she’s on her hands and knees over me, one knee on either side of my head and her pussy hovering above my face.
“Sit down,” I say, though it comes out as more of a groan. I need to taste her, as though my very existence depends on it.
“You want me to sit?” she asks, like it”s the most bizarre request I could possibly make. I reach my hand up to run a finger through her folds, soaked from all the teasing earlier. She trembles.
“Yes, sit.” I drag my finger up to circle her clit. “I want to drown in your pussy, baby. I want you to ride my face and rub this delicious cunt all over me. Fucking smother me. And if I’m not your favorite thing to sit on by the time you come, then I’m not doing my job.”
The groan that leaves her mouth is rough and low and full of need. She lowers herself, hesitating, before gently pressing her pussy to my mouth.
I lick out, gathering her wetness on my tongue as I run it up and down the length of her, exploring every nook and cranny, running it through every fold, before working my way back up to swipe over her clit. She begins subtly rocking against me, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough with her.
I reach up and grab onto her thighs, forcing her down fully onto my face as I start sucking and licking at her clit with an urgency I can’t even explain. My blood hums with the need to get her off. And she starts to let loose, grinding into my face, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Soak me,” I murmur, my words muffled from her pussy rubbing against me. “Come all over my face like my good girl.”
She rolls her hips faster, and as I work her clit with my tongue, I bring a finger to her entrance, circling and teasing before slipping it inside. She moans, her hips bucking from the invasion, and I add another finger, thrusting in and out of her as I suck on her clit, burying my face into her like she’s my life force.
When I glance up, a moan slips past my lips. Her perfect tits hover over me as she continues grinding onto my face and fingers. Her head falls back, a breathy moan leaving her mouth. Her thighs cradle my head, and my face is wet from her arousal as I continue pumping my fingers deep into her and grazing my teeth over her clit.
Never in my life have I wanted to lose myself in something as badly as I want to in her right now.
I feel her pussy start to contract around my fingers and I know she’s close. I flick my tongue over her clit and increase the pace of my fingers pumping into her. A few more thrusts and strokes of my tongue and she comes, crying out and flooding my face, her cum running down my fingers and chin as she grinds into me, hands tangled in my hair as she draws out every last second of her orgasm.
When I feel her muscles go lax, I pull out my fingers and scoot out from under her. She collapses and I roll her onto her back. Pressing her thighs apart, I nestle my hips between them again and grab her chin, turning her to face me before finding her lips with my own.
My face is soaked from her, but her tongue darts out to meet mine as I devour her mouth. She pulls back slightly, trailing her mouth over my jaw, her tongue lapping up the mess she made of my face. Like the good fucking girl I know she is.
Her lips find mine again, and her tongue dances with my own–exploring, tasting, savoring. I reach down and grip my dick, lining myself up at her entrance. She rocks her hips against me, pushing herself onto the tip and moaning into my mouth.
“You want my dick, baby?”
Her eyes lock onto mine, pleading for more, and she gives me a small nod.
“Yes or no, Riley?” I ask her, holding her hips still so she can’t keep grinding against me.
But she denies me the word I want to hear. The word I will get. Because she will give in to me, even if I have to spend the rest of my goddamn life wringing it out of her.
“Please. I need you,” she whimpers, trying to grind into me. I squeeze her hips harder, my fingers digging in.
“Fuck it,” I groan, and push inside of her with one hard thrust. She cries out, her cunt gripping me tight, and I fight the urge to tear through, instead holding still as she adjusts to my size. I know I’m a lot to handle, and as much as I want to wreck this pussy, I won’t. Not tonight.
I pull out slowly and thrust back in, one tortuous inch at a time. When I feel her start to relax, I increase the pace, pumping into her as her hips start to move in harmony with mine.
She’s so tight. I’m not going to last as long as I want to. Reaching a hand down, I circle her clit and she moans, her back arching as I start thrusting harder into her warmth.
I’ve been dying to sink into her for weeks, and now that I’ve gotten a taste, nothing will stop me from making her mine, over and over and over again.
I lean down and press a kiss to her mouth. She’s so fucking sexy like this, her skin all flushed, chest heaving as she pants. Her hair wild and spread out messily over the pillow.
“You’re so pretty taking my cock,” I tell her, and she looks down at where we’re connected. “You see that? You see how much your pussy wants me? How well it takes me? That’s because it’s mine, Riley. This cunt belongs to me.”
“Emmett,” she moans, watching as I slide my length in and out of her.
“Say it,” I demand, thrusting into her at a faster pace now, our skin slapping together, sweat coating our bodies. “Say you’re mine.”
She doesn’t.
But she will. Just like she’ll eventually give me that ‘yes’.
I grip her shoulders, pulling back and slamming into her, driving deep and setting a brutal pace. And she takes it, her breathing heavy, moaning incoherent words as I work her closer and closer to the edge again.
She runs her fingers down my back, her nails digging into my skin, the sting making me impossibly harder. Her tits bounce with every thrust I make into her, nipples rubbing against my chest, and I reach up to brace one hand against the headboard to keep from pushing her up into it.
“Come for me,” I grunt out, my breaths harsh as I continue to pound into her.
I reach down and circle her clit again and she comes, my name falling from her lips as she falls off that cliff, her pussy clenching me so tight it takes everything I have not to come. I grind into her, working her through her orgasm while fighting off my own.
Because I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot.
I pull out, gripping her hips and turning her onto her hands and knees. “Emmett, wait,” she protests, her breathing ragged from the pounding she’s getting.
I run my hand up and down her spine, soothing her. “It’s okay, you can take it.” I slide back into her. She falls to her elbows, and I grab her hips, holding her up for me as I start thrusting. “Good girl. That’s it,” I say, picking up the pace again. “So good for me.”
I don’t ease her into this time, instead setting a harsh pace and slamming into her, her ass smacking against me with every hard thrust. I angle her hips up more and push deeper, eliciting a groan from her.
She feels so fucking good, wet and hot and tight. She’s so soaked, it drips down my balls, a sloppy mess gathering on the sheets below us.
“Oh, God. Emmett,” she calls out, an urgency in her voice. “Please.”
I reach forward and fist her hair, tugging her head back as I continue driving into her with a feral need like I’ve never felt before. She whimpers at the brutality of it, and I can feel the tingle at the base of my spine. My dick throbs inside of her and I know I won’t last much longer.
“I need one more, baby. You can do it,” I grit out, my own breathing labored from how hard I’m punishing her. I know she’s tired, and she’s probably starting to feel sore, but I need her to come again like I need air.
I keep a tight hold on her hair as I slap her ass hard with my other hand. She yelps, tightening around me. “I think you like that,” I say, and slap her again, leaving a red mark behind on her perfect ass.
“Harder,” she whispers, so quietly I barely hear it. Her words surprise me and are enough to make me come undone.
I slap her ass again, harder this time, while tearing through her cunt. She comes with a sob, her body trembling, muscles contracting around me. I release her hair and grab onto her hips, my hold on her the only thing keeping her upright as she comes hard, her pussy holding my cock like a vise.
“Jesus, fuck!” I come with a roar, pumping mercilessly into her as we finish together, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from me.
I slow, thrusting into her a few more times before I still, falling over top of her as we both collapse to the bed.
Her body shakes beneath me and I right myself, knowing I’m probably too heavy to be draped over her, especially after what I just put her through. I pull out and she straightens her legs out from under her, lying flat on her stomach.
I stay kneeling between her thighs, watching as my cum seeps from her used up pussy. Reaching down, I gather it up on my fingers, pushing it back inside of her.
“No,” she whines. “I can’t.”
“Shhh,” I soothe, as I gather more cum onto two fingers and stuff it back into her cunt. “Just making sure we don’t waste anything.”
When I’m satisfied I’ve filled her with everything that ran out, I get up, intending to head to the bathroom to run a bath. I know I was rough on her. Even though I held back as much as I could, she’s going to be sore.
“Wait,” she calls out, as I step away from the bed. I turn to look at her and see the flicker of panic in her eyes. She curls into herself, bringing her knees up to her chest. “Don’t leave.”
That pang I felt earlier in my chest comes back tenfold at the realization that she’s scared I’m going to leave her. That she wants me to be here with her.
I move to the head of the bed and run my fingers down her jaw. “I’ll be right back,” I say, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Promise.”
When she gives me a small nod, I go to the bathroom, turning on the bath faucet to start filling the tub. I check the water, waiting until it gets to the temperature I want, before plugging the drain and going back out to her.
I find her in the same position I left her, her eyes heavy, looking like she’s ready to pass out. Gently, I lift her into my arms and carry her into the bathroom.
Setting her down next to the tub, I stick my hand in, making sure the water isn’t too hot. For such a small, simple cabin, I’m thankful as hell right now that whoever built it decided to add a jacuzzi tub to the bathroom. It looks just big enough to fit the two of us comfortably.
I help her get in, then step in behind her, sinking down into the steaming water. Settling my legs on either side of her, I pull her back into my chest, wrapping my arms around her middle as she lets her weight sink into me. I kiss the side of her head and hear her sigh, and it pulls at the corner of my lips.
She reaches over to turn on the jets in the tub, and I don’t stop her, the swooshing of the hot water dulling my senses.
I’ve never had this desire before–to stay close to someone after sex. To hold them and be with them and enjoy the afterglow. Usually I’m quick to part ways after a fuck, not wanting the complications of emotions and attachments.
But with Riley, I find myself wanting it all. Neither heaven nor hell could get me to leave her right now.
I hold her a little tighter and she lays her head back, resting it on my shoulder, her eyes closed. If it wasn’t for her fingers tracing lazy lines down my forearm, I”d think she was asleep.
“You didn’t use a condom,” she says quietly, her eyes still closed.
“Aren’t you on birth control?” I’d assumed she would say if she wasn’t, but I can get her some Plan-B if she needs it.
She shifts, her ass brushing against my dick, causing it to stir. Calm the fuck down. As much as I’d like to fuck her all night long, she won’t be able to take another round yet.
“Well, yes,” she replies. “But I’m more so asking because…” she trails off, but I know what she’s trying to get at.
“I’m clean, Riley. I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you, and I always wore a condom.”
She turns to look at me. “So why didn’t you wear one with me?”
Because I needed to fill you with my cum. Because the thought of not pumping you full of my seed was unbearable. Because I needed to leave my mark on you. In you.
“Because you’re mine, Riley,” I settle with, kissing the side of her head. “That means I’ll use your body whenever and however I want.” She goes to pull away, but I tighten my arms around her. “And that means I’m yours. To use whenever and however you want.”
“You don”t own me, Emmett. And I’m not just some toy for you to use.” There’s an edge of ice to her voice.
I reach up and grab her chin, turning her back to face me before saying, “I do own you.” I kiss her lips. “And soon, you’ll be begging for me to use you.”
Anger sparks in her eyes, so I dip back down to kiss her before she can say anything else. She might not want to accept it, but I can tell by the way her body responds to me that she wants to be used by me. To be my good girl. To be my good little slut.
For me. Only for me.
As though confirming my thoughts, her lips open willingly for me, and my tongue sweeps against hers, slowly, gently, getting lost in her again.