Chapter Eighty-Seven
Jake
Emily twists the lock, and we’re inside. This is crazy. And irresponsible. Immature. I should’ve never come up with the idea. I lied to our families, we’re sneaking into her mother’s house, and all to screw against the kitchen island. I’m a cop, for God’s sake.
“Em….” I grab the doorframe and hold it open as she attempts to shut it.
“Yes?” Her eyes are shadowed in what little light comes from the light under the microwave.
“We should go. This was a bad idea.”
She arches an eyebrow while dropping the key in her purse and depositing it on the kitchen counter. “It’s a better idea to go back home and have wild, hot, kinky sex while my mother is in the next room?”
“No,” I growl in frustration. “That isn’t a better idea. We’ll wait until tomorrow night after we get off work.”
“And Grace refuses to go to sleep until we’re both too bone tired to stay awake once she passes out?”
I snap the door shut to keep the cool chill from coming inside. “You’re being difficult.”
She runs her fingertips along the counter and steps further into the kitchen. The light continues to cast a shadow over her face. “I’d say you were the one being difficult. You told me all about how desperately you wanted me that night.”
She leans her ass against the island. “How you wanted to pin me to this very cabinet and bury your cock inside of me.” She bites her bottom lip. “How you wish you could have claimed me that night.”
The kitchen smells like lemon cleaner and bleach. It seems wrong to ruin it with semen and sweat.
“Emily, we can’t do this.” My voice is hoarse as my dick strains against my boxers. I swallow hard over the dryness in my throat. Shit. Stop thinking about Emily’s ass and sex.
It’s going to be forever until I can satisfy the ache building deep inside of me. I rake my hand through my hair. Too damned long.
I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. “We aren’t horny teenagers. We’re parents and professional adults.”
“And parents and professional adults don’t fuck like teenagers?” She grabs the hem of her T-shirt and tosses it over her head, leaving her perfect globes barely covered in lace. Purple lace.
“What do you have on?” The purple bra goes with a matching thong. If she’s– My hands curl into fists.
“What?” She runs her index finger and thumb under the material and pinches her nipples. “This old thing? It’s nothing. It just goes with a pair of naughty panties that you don’t want to see.”
She pushes off the island and snatches the T-shirt off the counter, making like she’s going to put it back on and cover those gorgeous tits. Never.
“Drop the shirt. Now.” I stalk forward.
She arches an eyebrow as her chest heaves with each breath. “Or what?”
“Or I’m going to turn you around and punish you,” I growl. “Toss the T-shirt on the floor and put your hands where I’ve always wanted them.”
As I stride closer, she bites her bottom lip and presses against the island.
“I want those plump lips begging for my mouth. Those nipples, tight and straining against your bra, and that fucking smart mouth….” I run my finger along her neck while grasping her hip in my other hand.
“I want to silence it with moans of pleasure. Do you understand me?”
“I–”
“No….” I nip the skin where my finger traced. “Nothing but moans of pleasure.”
Her body vibrates with need. Fuck being responsible and mature. When I’m with her, I want to fuck her like a horny teenager, and I don’t feel any shame for it.
I scrape my teeth along her collarbone, and down to her bra, yanking the material away from her breast in the process. “That’s it. This is mine. All mine.” I suck her tit deep into my mouth, eliciting a whimper to escape from her lips.
That’s better. My body thrums with need. A need to possess. To banish the fact that she could’ve been taken from me today. Anger roars inside of me, spilling from my chest and radiating in every direction. I need this. I need this claiming.
This proof that she’s alive and mine.
I grip both sides of her bra and rip it open. “Beautiful.” I stand there staring at her in awe. She’s perfection.
When she places her hands on my hips, I shake my head. “No. Hands on the island.”
Once she complies, I slide my tongue from one breast to the other, and then down her abdomen, dropping to my knees the lower I go.
With her jeans fastening in my hands, I look up at her. “It kills me that I could’ve lost you today.” My hands shake as I force myself not to lose my shit.
“It’s – “
“It’s not fine. Everything isn’t fine.” My voice is tight with fury that is in no way directed toward her.
She nods in response to the weakness that’s about to drag me under. “I know.”
“If I hadn’t gotten there….”
A tear slips down her cheek. “But you did.”
“Yes, I did.” I grasp the material that holds the button in place. “This isn’t going to be sweet and gentle. I’m sorry.” I shake my head and stand. “I can’t.”
“Good.” She pushes out her chin and yanks down her jeans. “I don’t want gentle.”
Thank God. Our clothes are disposed of in a flurry of frantic movements, tossed at our feet.
I spin her around. “Put your hands on the island and hold on.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shivers as my breath fans the hairs at her neck.
I grab her with one hand while fisting my dick, stroking, once, twice, lining myself up, and sliding the tip into her wetness. Jesus, she feels good.
She trusts her ass toward me, pushing me to the hilt.
“Fu-u-uck.” And now, I’m the one moaning. “Baby, I can’t stop.”
“Don’t.” The demand on her lips comes out between clenched teeth. “I need you to destroy every memory I have of this morning. Every single second.”
The fucking son of a bitch. I dig my fingertips into her hips and thrust into her. Repeatedly, until her face is pressed into the countertop and her fingertips are clawing fruitlessly into the smooth surface.
Instead of relenting, she uses all her strength to drive me deeper. Harder. Again, and again until the only sound in the room is of our bodies hitting each other, mixed with loud gasps of shock and pleasure spilling from her lips.
It’s erratic. Violent. All-consuming. Over and over. Sweat drips down my forehead, landing on the tip of my nose as I drag down gasps of air.
“Don’t stop. Harder. Faster. Please.” She says a word with each trust of my hips.
Shit. This is…. She looks over her shoulder, holding my gaze. “Don’t you dare stop.” The fire in her eyes sends shockwaves through my balls.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I pull her into a standing position and fasten my mouth on her neck while teasing her clit in time with the pace of our lovemaking.
“Yes, please. Just like that. It’s so fucking good.”
Our pace is furious as my thighs burn and my entire body tightens, preparing for orgasm. But I won’t slow down. I won’t stop. I’ll do whatever it takes to give her pleasure. To make her forget. Because somehow, it stopped being about banishing my fears and turned into ridding her of hers.
I flick my tongue against her pulse point and press my palm into her lower abdomen just above her pelvic bone. “Fucking you is pure heaven.”
“Yes-s-s-s.”
“Just like that, Pretty Girl,” I say against her neck in a voice that’s so rough I can’t hardly place it as mine. “Fuck my dick. Squeeze it. And don’t stop until you come all over it.”
“Fuck!” she screams, causing her entire body to convulse against mine, plunge after glorious plunge. Her body quakes so hard that I have to chase her pussy to stay buried inside of her as wet heat spills around me.
“So tight. You’re so fucking perfect,” I grunt as semen spurts from my dick, filling her insides.
As I shudder inside of her while continuing to pin her to the island, we both gasp for air. A soft breeze flutters along my skin as the central heat kicks on. It should feel warm, but to the heat on my skin, it instead causes goosebumps to scatter along my flesh.
“That was….” There are no words to describe it.
She pulls away and stares down at the floor while sliding her hand along her inner thigh.
“I….” She raises her hand and stares at her fingers.
“I think I squirted. I had no idea that was even a real thing, but when you hit that spot while pressing down on me….” Her eyes roll upward. “Jesus, it was so hot.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and suck her fingers. “Delicious. We’ll have to try that again.” I wink at her and look down at the floor. Everything remains in shadows, but the floor is splattered with come. And not just mine. “We need to clean your mom’s floor.”
So much for the lemon-and-bleach smell, but damn it felt good to act like a horny teenager for once.
“Shit.” Her hands fly to her face in mortification as if she’s just now remembering where we are. “I’ll never be able to look at this room the same again.”
“Good.” I grip her face and kiss her until we both forget about the floor. And we don’t go home for another two hours.