Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Jeremy
“ W hat is this place?” I ask as Emma parks in front of a nondescript building near Bakery Square. The parking lot is empty except for a single pick-up truck parked in the corner, and the windows and front door of the building are all blacked out. The whole vibe is very, you’re walking to your death .
She gives me a mischievous look before getting out of the car and waiting for me to do the same.
“You’ll see.”
Emma pushes open the door, and the familiar smell of sweat and cleaning supplies hits me before my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The space is far bigger than it looked from the outside. Glancing around, I see weight machines, a padded off section of the room with free weights and a couple bench presses, a bunch of heavy bags hanging from the ceiling, and two boxing rings.
“Is this…”
“My boxing gym? Sure is.”
I huff out a laugh
“Let me guess. When I told you I belong to a boxing gym, you were thinking of some bright, clean gym with a heavy bag or two and organized kickboxing classes.”
I wince a little. “I mean, kind of? Sorry, is my misogyny showing? I try never to do that. Not that you can’t belong to an actual boxing gym. Or you shouldn’t. Or…shit, sorry,” I mumble, cutting myself off before I dig a bigger hole.
Emma laughs and wraps her arms around my waist. “It’s fine. I know it’s a little…unconventional. I took a couple kickboxing classes when I first moved to the city. I liked the boxing, but I hated the organized classes. Way too many people and too much forced socialization for me.” She makes a face, and I laugh, knowing that any kind of surface level socializing is her worst nightmare.
“I started going to the gym late at night when it was mostly empty whenever I felt like I needed something extra after my run and spent a lot of time hitting the heavy bags. I guess the owner of the gym saw that I never touched any of the other equipment because one night he handed me a business card for his boxing gym and told me he could teach me the right technique and stuff. I was intrigued but was also worried he was, like, luring me to my death or something. So, I forced my friends to come with me the first time. Turns out he’s a really nice guy. A former fighter who owns actual gyms and trains boxers on the side. I’m no boxer, but he lets me come in whenever I want to hit the bags.”
I stare at Emma, fascinated by all of her layers. I wonder if there will ever be a day I stop learning new things about her. I doubt it. I hope not.
Before I can say anything, a man who looks to be in his fifties walks out of the back. He’s bald and is a few inches shorter than my six-two height, but he’s broad and muscled and built like a linebacker. When he spots Emma, his eyes light up and a grin spreads across his face, turning him from fighter to friendly and approachable.
“Emma! I haven’t seen you around in a while.” His voice is deep and raspy and pure Pittsburgh.
Emma smiles and walks over to hug him. “Hey, Paulie, I’ve had a lot going on lately.”
“No problem, girlie; I’m just happy to see you. And who have you brought me?”
Emma turns to me with an inviting look, and I walk over to them.
“Jeremy Wright,” I say, reaching out to shake his hand.
He gives me an appraising look. “I know who you are. I’ve been a Pittsburgh hockey fan my whole life. But who are you to our Emma?”
Something about the way this guy looks at me makes me want to spill all my secrets. “I don’t know what I am to her, but she’s my everything.”
Emma’s eyes go soft, but she shrugs nonchalantly. “I guess he’s okay too.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Just okay? I think I’m better than just okay, Pretty Girl.”
She smirks at me while Paulie lets out a loud guffaw, giving Emma’s shoulders a squeeze. “I was wondering when Emma might meet her match. Looks like she finally did.”
“You bet she did,” I say in a voice a little more growly than is probably appropriate for anyone who isn’t Emma.
“Thought I would show Jeremy how a real boxer does it. Is it okay if I use the ring for an hour or two?”
“Anything for you, Em. I have to run out for a while—plumbing issue at one of the other gyms. You know the drill. Just flip the lock on the handle if you leave before I’m back.”
“You got it. Thanks, Paulie.”
“Anytime. Hey, nice meeting you, Jeremy. Don’t be a stranger.” He saunters out the front door, leaving us alone.
“He lets you use the gym when he’s not here?”
Emma shrugs, looking around. “He trusts me. I’ve known him for a long time. I helped his daughter study for her LSATs years ago and then called a partner I knew from my old firm when she was looking for a summer associate position.”
I snake an arm around Emma’s waist, pulling her flush against me then dipping my head to kiss her. It’s quick, but then she curls her hands into my shirt and tugs me down, giving me a longer, slower kiss that has my heart rolling in my chest.
“So,” she says a little breathlessly. “Want to box?”
The thwack of Emma’s gloves as they hit the heavy bag reverberates around the gym. We’re in one of the rings, each of us in front of a bag. Emma likes these bags the best because she said it makes her feel badass to hit the bag when she’s standing in the ring.
I have gloves on my hands too, and I’ve been making a half-hearted attempt to hit, but my focus keeps straying to Emma. To the way her feet move on the padded canvas of the ring. To the way her abs clench and move every time she throws a punch. To the swell of her tits in the sports bra she’s wearing since she stripped off her T-shirt when we walked into the ring. To her pink gloves that are just a blur of motion with how fast they move. To her toned arms, and the trickles of sweat down her neck and chest and the swing of her ponytail and the focused, determined look on her face as she goes through her routine.
I thought I was hard before when she called me good boy in the park. It turns out, I didn’t know what hard was.
Competence has always been a particular turn-on of mine. But when competence is mixed with athleticism? I’m gone. It’s the athlete in me. Watching Emma hit the bag with strength and ferocity has me vibrating with need, the beast inside of me clanging at his cage, trying to break free.
Emma takes a break from her routine and glances over at me, chest heaving from exertion. She starts to say something, but whatever she sees in my face has the words dying on her tongue, the smile on her face freezing. For a long minute we stare at each other, the air around us heavy and charged. Electric. Anticipatory.
My heart thunders in my ears, and I wonder which one of us is going to make the first move. Then Emma smirks at me. Fucking smirks and crosses her arms over her chest and raises one eyebrow as if to say come and get me .
The beast breaks his cage.
I toss my gloves to the floor and stalk over to Emma, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her flush against my body. I slam my mouth against that smirk in a kiss that is all teeth and tongues and fucking filth. Emma gasps into my mouth and without breaking the kiss, hops up and wraps her legs around my waist, shaking off her gloves so she can tangle her hands in my hair and take the kiss deeper.
Walking over to the side of the ring, I press Emma into the ropes, breaking the kiss to kiss and lick my way down her jaw and neck, the taste of sweat from her workout only making my dick harder, my need rise higher. When I seal my mouth around her pulse and suck, Emma whimpers, head falling back and hips grinding against my erection. I grind right back, shoving my hips into hers, my eyes practically rolling back into my head at the feel of my dick sliding along her hot, wet center, even with layers of clothing between us.
“Fuck, Jeremy, you feel so good,” Emma moans out.
I lick a bead of sweat dripping down into the dip of her collarbone, and my cock jumps at the taste of her. I want to lick every inch of her body.
“All I want is to make you feel good, Pretty Girl,” I rasp against her skin.
Dropping my head down, I capture one of her nipples in my mouth, biting it through the fabric of her sports bra and then licking over the spot with my tongue while my hips keep up a steady rhythm.
“You do…you are,” she gasps out as she grinds against me. “I’m so close. Fuck.” She whimpers, speeding up her hips. I meet her stroke for stroke, slamming my cock against her pussy, working myself between her legs, over her clit. I haven’t dry humped a girl since high school and I don’t know why I ever stopped because this is so goddamned hot, I’m about to combust.
“Can you come like this, Pretty Girl? I can feel how wet you are through these leggings. Show me how badly you need it. Rub that needy cunt all over me. Use my dick to get yourself off, then I’ll shove it so deep inside you, make you come so hard, you’ll feel me for days. Wrap those arms and legs around me and hold on tight.”
When she does, I let go of her waist and pull her sports bra up over her head to free her tits. Pressing her further into the ropes, I rock against her while I suck a nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, relishing in her strangled cry.
“Don’t stop. Please,” Emma pleads, grinding herself harder against me, her body starting to shake, a dark pleasure curling its way into me. An earthquake could level the building right now and I would stand in the rubble, giving Emma all the pleasure her body could take.
“Fucking never. Grind that hot pussy against me. Take what you want, and I’ll give you everything you need. Come for me, Pretty Girl, show me you’re mine.”
I take her nipple back into my mouth and she rubs herself against me frantically, her entire body tightening, legs shaking. Wrapping one arm tighter around her waist, I grind into her at the same time I suck hard on her nipple and roll the other one between my fingers.
“I’m coming, Jeremy. Fuck,” Emma cries as her orgasm explodes through her, her legs squeezing my hips and her voice echoing around the gym. I don’t know if it’s the sound of her voice lost to pleasure or the taste of her skin or the way she’s still grinding her hips against me as she rides out her orgasm, but without warning, my own orgasm barrels up my spine. Pleasure slams into me like a fist, and I groan as I come right in my boxers, my hips still rolling against her as I drop my head to her shoulder, breathing hard, body shaking from the force of my release.
Emma grabs my hair and yanks my head up so my eyes meet hers.
“Did you just…” She breaks off, voice still breathy from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Come in my pants? You bet I did.”
“Jesus,” she wheezes out, staring down at the wet spot on the front of my shorts. “Who knew that could be so hot?”
“No one knew. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest moment of my life. It’s about to get better because I want to get inside you, but I need a minute, so before I do, I’m peeling these leggings off you and licking all over that hot cunt until you come on my face. Then I’m going to fuck you right against these ropes. And every time you come here from now on, you’re going to think about how it felt to have me inside you right here.”
“Do it,” Emma rasps, unwrapping her legs from my waist and dropping down to the floor. Ignoring the sticky feeling from all the cum currently drying against my skin, I curl my fingers into the waistband of Emma’s leggings and peel them down, dropping to my knees to free her legs from the tight pants, practically whimpering when I see her bare pussy. Tracing a finger over her slit, I glance up.
“No underwear, Ems?”
Her eyes glint. “I never wear underwear with leggings. Too uncomfortable.”
I smirk up at her. “Good to know.”
Smoothing my hands up Emma’s right leg, I grasp behind her knee and lift her leg onto my shoulder. I want to lick and tease and draw it out, but I have no idea how much longer we’ll be here alone, and the smell of her arousal and the view I have of her slick pink pussy already has my cock twitching in my pants.
“Hands on the ropes, Pretty Girl,” I growl out. “Soak my face and I’ll lick you clean.”
Spreading her apart with my thumbs, I dive in, sucking her clit straight into my mouth, roughing my tongue over it as I pulse my lips around her. Groaning at the taste of her and the needy sounds she makes, I slip two fingers inside and she immediately clenches around me, grinding her pussy against my face and digging her heel into my shoulder while she gasps above me.
Fucking her with my fingers in a steady rhythm, I suck harder at the same time I curl my fingers, and she comes fast and hard, soaking my face and letting out a low moan that goes straight to my cock.
Standing quickly, I yank my shirt over my head and shove my shorts and briefs down. Stepping out of them, I grab Emma under her ass, picking her up and wrapping her legs around me. My cock is so hard it’s like I didn’t just come five minutes ago, and I need to be inside her more than I need air.
“Hold on tight, Pretty Girl.”
Emma’s eyes are still glazed with pleasure from back-to-back orgasms, her freckles standing out against her flushed cheeks. But when I grip her ass tighter and push inside her, she lets out a low “Yessss.”
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” I rasp out as I move in and out of her in long, slow strokes. “You fit me so well. It’s like you were fucking made for me, Ems.”
“I was,” Emma gasps out as I roll my hips against her, hitting her clit with every stroke. “I was fucking made for you, and you were made for me. I love you, Jer. There is no one for me but you. There never was.”
Those words and my nickname on her lips snap what was remaining of my control. I capture Emma’s lips, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. The taste of her makes my head spin, and my hips snap forward harder, Emma’s moans and cries of pleasure deepening my own pleasure, my need for her rising to almost intolerable levels.
Breaking the kiss, I look up to find Emma’s eyes closed, her face tight with her own deepening pleasure.
“Ems,” I growl, halting my movements. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you.”
Emma’s eyes flutter open and her chest heaves. She tightens her legs around my waist, and I press her harder against the ropes, gripping her hips to keep her tight against me. Her eyes swirl with pleasure and heat that’s a twin of my own.
“That’s right, Pretty Girl. You keep those eyes on me, so you know exactly who is giving you this pleasure. I’m the only one who can fuck you like this. Who can make your legs shake and your pussy clench. Strangle this dick, Ems. Fuck the cum right out of me so I can paint your cunt with it, mark you as mine.”
I roll my hips against hers, angling so I hit the spot I know will make her cry out, and it does. She grabs my hair to keep my eyes steady on hers.
“Give me that cum. It’s fucking mine.”
“Jesus fuck,” I grit out, pulling out and slamming back into Emma again and again. She meets me thrust for thrust, grinding her hips against mine until we’re both shaking and panting, our bodies slick with sweat. My cock is rock hard and aching for release, but I hold it off, because I’ll be goddamned if Emma doesn’t come first.
I snake a hand between our bodies, rolling my thumb over her clit, and it sends her flying.
“Jeremy, fuck,” Emma screams out, exploding around me, squeezing my dick so hard it triggers my own orgasm, electric pleasure barreling up my spine as I release inside of her with a raspy groan.
“Holy shit, I love you,” I gasp out, my breath coming in pants. I’m no longer certain the top of my head is still attached to my body. It feels like it blew clean off at the force of my orgasm.
Emma collapses against me, her head falling on my shoulder, chest heaving, our hearts hammering against each other. Since my legs have decided to stop working, I figure sitting is better. Reversing our positions, I lean against the ropes, sliding down until I’m sitting on the floor of the ring with a naked Emma sprawled over me.
“Am I dead?” she manages. “It feels like maybe I’m dead.”
I huff out a laugh, keeping one arm wrapped around her waist and tangling my other hand in her hair, soaking in the way she feels above me, how well she fits against me, burying my face in her neck so I can breathe her in.
“If you are, I am too. But what a way to go. We leveled the goddamn building, Ems.”
Emma laughs then kisses my shoulder before she sits up.
“As much as I would like to stay here just like this, I don’t know when Paulie is coming back, so we should probably be a little less naked right now.”
I groan, the idea of moving not at all appealing.
“You’re so right, but none of my limbs want to work.”
Emma curls back into me. “Maybe just another minute. I think we’re done with the working out portion of the day. Want to come to my house and shower? You can hang until it’s time to get Maddy. I’m taking the day off. I just decided. We can go pick her up from school together.”
I smile against Emma’s hair.
“That sounds perfect.”