Chapter 19 Emmett #2
In an instant, I grip her hips, a quiet squeal getting caught in her throat as I spin her so she’s facing the wall.
Her hands flatten on either side of her head, sliding down slightly when I pull back, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her plump ass stretches the material that covers it, begging me to set it free.
So that’s exactly what I do, peeling the snug black cotton upward until every inch of her flawless skin is on display.
A small strip of lace runs between her cheeks, practically screaming at me to drag my tongue up the length of it, tasting her from the tip of her aching clit to her sweet little asshole. But she doesn’t deserve that yet.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask. As frenzied as I feel in this moment, I still have enough good sense to know I may get even more lost in what I’m about to do, and I refuse to make her feel uncomfortable or unsafe in the process.
“T-tiger,” she stutters without missing a beat. At first, I’m shocked by the fact that she still has the same one—our old high school mascot. But when I think of the fact that she’s probably utilized it with other men, the beast inside me rears his ugly, jealous head.
Without warning, I lift my hand, landing it on her ass with a sharp smack.
She swallows a cry, dropping her head forward as her back arches in anticipation.
I take that as a green light to deliver another, the impact of her skin colliding against mine sending a delicious sting right up my arm.
A low moan ricochets off the wall, letting me know she doesn’t hate the way it feels.
“Still a little pain slut, huh, Stell?” I taunt, spanking her for a third time and enjoying the way her sounds get louder—more wanton—with each one.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, yet here you are, probably creaming in your thong over it.” I strike her other cheek, and her legs begin to wobble.
“You wet for me, baby? If I shove my fingers into your cunt, will they come out covered in the proof that you want this just as badly as I do?”
“I don’t—I don’t know,” she stammers, the desperation in her voice like a bolt of electricity straight to my dick.
I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve barely even touched her.
Just having Stella here, at my mercy like I’ve fantasized about more times than I can even count, is enough to make me blow inside my pants… but still, I want more.
“I think you do know,” I reply darkly, sealing my front to her back and nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re dripping for me, just like you always did wh—”
“Oh, fuck. Maddox,” a muffled voice echoes through the wall in front of us, making me go quiet.
“That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.
I’m close.” At first, I think I’m hearing things, but when it happens again, I realize that we aren’t the only ones hiding up here and doing things we shouldn’t be.
“I’m not gonna stop, sweet girl,” he replies.
“Not until you come all over me.” The unmistakable sound of my quarterback’s pelvis slapping against Livvy’s ass should have me bolting from the room, but when Stella’s thighs rub together, clearly trying to ease the ache between them, I know we aren’t going anywhere.
This may have started as me wanting to blow off some steam after seeing another man’s hands on her, but now, with the moans, grunts, and heavy breaths that are currently bleeding through the wall, we’re playing a whole new ballgame.
“Are you needy, baby?” I ask. “Do you want me to make you feel good while you listen to them fuck?”
She turns her head, wide eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
“Em, we shouldn’t…we should give them some privacy.
Right?” My nickname falling from her lips sounds like a goddamn dream, one that I’m sure as hell not ready to wake up from just because Maddox chose the room next door to—very loudly—bang his girlfriend in.
“Shhhh,” I say into her ear, wrapping my fingers around the sides of her panties and working them down her smooth thighs until they fall to the carpet.
She looks at me through long, dark lashes, hesitating for a moment before lifting one foot and freeing it from the lace.
I smirk, gently nudging a knee between her legs and using it to spread them as Livvy’s muffled moans swirl in the air around us.
“There’s my Wild Girl,” I whisper, placing a hand on her head and pushing it into the wall so she can hear better.
I’m almost positive that they’re right in front of us, which means—if I do my job correctly—at least two people in this house will know that Stella belongs to me.
The thought spurs me on as I slowly and deliberately ghost my fingertips up the back of her thigh.
The higher I go, and the tighter her breaths become, the more aware I am of what’s about to happen.
Even in this heated moment, with the now-pornographic sounds of Maddox and Liv as a soundtrack, I know that I’m mere inches away from being inside Stella—inside my wife—again.
I have no idea what tomorrow has in store for us, or if we’ll truly be able to get back all the things we lost, but I’m letting that go for now. I just want to feel her.
My fingers reach her apex, heat pouring from her soft, plump skin.
As soon as I reach her clit, harder and more swollen than I’ve ever felt it, I’m a fucking goner.
The poor girl is suffering, and I can’t take another second.
Instinct takes over, my body remembering exactly the way she likes to be touched as I rub firm figure eights over the sensitive bud.
She moans, and I don’t do a thing to keep her quiet, because I want them to hear us, too.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Maddox grits out as he picks up his pace, Livvy’s high-pitched whines coming louder with each thrust. “You’re so fucking tight.
Give me that orgasm. It’s mine.” My erection is hanging like a brick between my legs, precum dripping uncontrollably as all the noises mix together in my head.
“He’s giving it to her so good, isn’t he, Stell?” I say. “I bet she’s so full right now. Is that what you want? To have this greedy cunt stuffed to its limit while you struggle to take it all?”
“Please, Emmett,” she begs. “Please.” With that, I sink a finger inside, stars exploding behind my eyes as she grips me like she’s desperate to keep me there. She’s soaked—so much so, that her wetness begins rolling into my palm after just a few strokes—yet she’s still so tight.
I use my free hand to tip her chin so that our faces are just inches apart, tasting her sweet breath before finally sealing my mouth over hers. I deepen the kiss, feeling her inner walls relax and using the opportunity to add another finger.
“That’s a good girl, letting me in,” I praise, curling toward her G-spot.
She lets out a pleading whimper, which I swallow immediately, fucking her harder and faster.
I can tell that Livvy is about to come, and I want nothing more than to make Stella do the same.
“You going to remind me what this pussy does when I treat her the way she likes? I want your cum filling my hand, baby. Then you’re going to watch me suck my fingers clean. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Oh my God, Maddox,” Livvy says on a muffled scream just as Stella’s cunt seizes around me, crying out her release with a cheek against the wall.
There’s no way they can’t hear it, but I don’t have a fuck to give because I’m way too mesmerized by watching the girl of my dreams orgasm for the first time in almost eight years.
It’s breathtaking, her eyes rolling back as full-body tremors roll through her in waves.
Her legs shake violently, so I band my arm around her midsection, holding her up while she rides it out.
“You still come so fucking pretty,” I whisper when she’s completely spent, pulling my fingers from her warmth.
I make sure her eyes are on me before slowly pressing them to my tongue and wrapping my lips around them.
Time comes to a grinding halt as heat flashes in her gaze, every one of my senses homed in on her as I lick and suck her sweet honey.
My hips thrust into her thigh on their own accord, finding the hot friction I so desperately need.
That’s all it takes for my balls to draw tight, a rough grunt rumbling up my chest as I pump my thick, hot load right into my boxer briefs.
I’m a twenty-six-year-old grown-ass man.
I’ve been having sex since I was seventeen, which coincidentally is probably the age I was when I last came in my pants.
But here we are, the same girl who caused it back then looking up at me like I’m the only one she sees.
I crash my mouth to hers, twisting her to face me so I can hold her.
I don’t know what this means for us, if anything.
For now, I just want to exist with Stella, pretending that we’re okay.
It may only be for a minute, or maybe it’ll last longer, but I don’t care.
Because in this room, with her in my arms, nothing hurts.
I haven’t magically forgotten about everything she put me through when she left, but seeing another man’s hands on her dug up a lot of dormant emotions—ones I need to unpack on my own before we talk about what comes next. Not here, though. Not tonight.
She moans into my mouth, her delicate, shaky arms snaking around my neck and pulling me tight.
I kiss her like my life depends on it—like if this was the last time, I’d want to make sure she’d remember—our tongues tangling in a familiar dance until we’re almost breathless, only stopping when we hear a knock on the wall beside us.
“Emmett?” Maddox says. “Are you in there with Baker’s nurse?” Stella’s hand flies up over her mouth, a sharp inhale cutting through the air behind it as her eyes go wide.
A cocky grin spreads across my face, and she begs me without words to stay quiet. But fuck that. I can’t help myself. “Yep.” She slaps my shoulder, making me bark out a laugh as I listen for my teammate’s reply.
“Ohhhh, shit. This is going to be good.”