Chapter Forty-Six
Emily
I’m standing outside of Callahan’s Bar with my hands in Jake’s hair, my legs straddling his thigh, and his tongue dancing against mine. I should be embarrassed, but all I feel is lightheaded and fucking amazing.
He was meeting Amanda to discuss her brother. That’s it. There was nothing else to it. At least as far as Jake was concerned. And I ran away like a fool. When I could’ve climbed on top of him and ridden him like I want to within the next five minutes.
Why did I miss that opportunity?
I smile against his lips as his hands skate along my body, caressing my breasts, down my back, and then grabbing my ass. He wants me, and no one else. I arch into him like a cat. The man is insanely good at making out.
I pull back to catch my breath. His eyes are filled with so much heat that they nearly incinerate me on the spot. “We should–”
“Right.” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I should get you home. You don’t want–”
“Oh, I know what I want.” I yank the edge of his T-shirt up, stroking along his abs. “I want you.”
“You can have me anytime. Anywhere.”
“Good.” I grin and pop his jeans’ button. “I want you now. And here.”
“Babe.” He grabs my hand and holds it in place. “You’ve had too much to drink.”
“So?” I arch an eyebrow, brush his fingers aside, and tug on the zipper. “It’s not like this isn’t what I want when I’m sober.” I slide my hand inside his jeans and cup his cock. His hard, thick, swollen cock. As I squeeze him, I run my thumb across the tip, smearing the precum in my wake.
“We should go to my place, sleep, and then if this is what you want in the morning, I’ll move heaven and earth to give it to you.” He cages me between his body and the side of his pickup.
Like those words and his arms being on either side of me are deterrents from wanting him. All he’s doing is adding fuel to the lust swirling inside of me until it feels like a firestorm that’s going to overpower me.
“Here’s fine. You let me sleep. Besides, it’s after midnight.” I lick my lips as he groans watching every move like he’s about to pounce on me. “So, it’s morning, and I want you buried deep inside of me.”
“Fu-u-uck,” he growls and claims my mouth with a ferocity that I’ve only read about in books. His tongue tangles with mine, causing me to whimper as I yank his jeans open, giving me better access to his cock.
As I stroke up and down his shaft, he groans deep in his throat, sending waves of convulsions through my core. It shouldn’t be possible to come without him touching me but the thudding in my pussy and clit disagrees with that hypothesis.
“Jesus,” he gasps as he comes up for air. “You’re a fucking dirty tease.”
“I’m not teasing.”
“When we get back to Brookhaven.”
“No.” I shake my head, sliding my other hand inside, until I’m cupping his balls as I jerk him off. With each up and down movement of my arm, his balls tighten until they’re tucked against his body. “Now.”
“Em, damn it.” He glances in both directions as his jaw flexes. “Fuck it.” He lifts my skirt above my hips and rips my panties to one side. “I’ve never wanted anything as desperately as I want you. Do you see what you do to me? Fuck, babe, you’ve got to stop me.”
The sheer want in his eyes makes my toes curl, and the walls of my sex to convulse. Stop him? That’s not going to happen. If he doesn’t do this in the next five seconds, I’m going to do it for him.
“Please.”
He gasps for air as his chest presses against mine. The feel of his hard pecs against my nipples sends a shock through my system. “Please, stop? Or please, don’t stop?”
“For fucks sake, please don’t stop.”
“Thank fuck.” The hairs on my neck stand from his breath skating along my skin as he slides two fingers between my folds. God, yes. He glides through my wetness and then shoves them to his palm inside of me in one thrust. Fu-u-uck.
I should back away, tell him to stop, save a shred of my dignity, but I can’t. I thrust my core toward him, taking him deeper. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“I’m a fucking cop for god sakes, and all I want to do is fuck you right here.” He withdraws his fingers, but rather than dropping his arm to his side, he uses them to further expose my sex to the night air.
“Do–”
He thrusts his hip forward and his fingers are replaced by his cock.
My eyes roll back into my head as I gasp, “Fuck, yes. God, yes. Oh, my God.”
“You’re so fucking wet and tight.” He grips my ass, hauling my legs upward until they’re wrapped around his waist and grasps my neck with his other hand. “Is this what my greedy girl wants? Do you want my cock buried in your tight, hot pussy?”
“Oh, my God.” This is insane. And so fucking hot.
“Tell me.” His fingers tighten on my neck. “Is this what my pretty girl wants?”
“Yes, please. Fuck me harder. Make me–”
His fingers dig into my flesh as he pounds into me like a battering ram, lunging and retreating. Thrusting faster and deeper until it feels like I’m a limp ragdoll.
As he works in and out of me, his fingers clasp and unclasp on my neck, giving me access to breath and then forcing me to hold it. My head spins as stars flutter behind my eyes.
A car horn honks and keeps beeping, causing me to jump. My heart races as I glance around the parking lot. Is someone watching? Where? Now, I can’t catch my breath for an entirely different reason.
My heart hammers against my ribs. The parking lot is empty. Isn’t it? Adrenaline courses through my veins as each of his thrusts elicits a loud moan to fly past my lips.
“Your pussy just clenched down on me so tight I felt your walls convulse. I think my naughty girl likes an audience, doesn’t she? Do you get off on the thought of someone walking out at any second and seeing me fucking you?”
I can’t stop the whimper that explodes from my lips as my sex quakes. Do I want someone to catch us? No, because I don’t want to go to jail or for Jake to get fired. But I’m not going to lie and say that having sex like this in public doesn’t have my thighs soaked.
“Do you?”
“Ye-e-es.” My response is ragged as my voice cracks.
I dig my fingertips into his hair, trying to hold on against his onslaught.
But it’s pointless. He’s playing me like he knows every want and desire that I’ve ever had.
And we barely know each other this way. What will the future look like? Feel like?
“That’s it, Em.” he slides his hand along my hip, shreds my panties, lays me back against the hard metal of his pickup, and strikes his finger against my clit. “This fucking pussy is mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” When I don’t respond fast enough, he pinches my clit between his fingers. “Say it.”
“This pussy is yours.”
“That’s it. That’s music to my ears.” He licks and sucks on my neck as the sounds of our bodies colliding echoes off the cement walls. He strokes my clit again. “This fat little clit is mine, and this tight little pussy does exactly what I tell it to do.”
“Yes. Yes, it does,” I whine as his thighs slap against my ass. His entire body shakes against me.
“I want you to come all over my cock. Suck it. Milk the cum out of my fucking dick like you mean it.”
One pump. Stars fill my eyes. Two pumps. My legs shake and the world becomes muffled from the blood thumping in my ears. Three pumps. My pussy clamps down and shudders over him. Four.
“Right, fucking there,” he bellows as his fingers pinch and tug on my clit.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Fu-u-u-uck.” The words fly out of my mouth over and over as my orgasm sends me spiraling in every direction.
“That’s it. Fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck.” He bucks against me.
Oh my God. This time when I think, ‘What have I done?’ I’m laughing, cum is dripping down my thighs, and his mouth is sucking on my neck.