Chapter 18
“If you want it, Bethany, you’re going to have to come get it.”
I badly wanted this, so why am I completely frozen in place?
As he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, just observing me, my eyes glided down his body like it was the first time I saw a naked man.
His manhood wasn’t fully hard, but it lay against his leg.
I knew he was thick but didn’t realize how big he was. How did that fit inside of me?
My legs began to move toward the bed as I removed my clothes. His usual cold and piercing stare was replaced with a savage and lust-filled look. Off went my shirt, then my bra.
“Leave the heels on,” Emilio said. “And take down your hair.”
Removing my shorts and underwear, my final four steps had me standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at Emilio, who remained relaxed.
My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was slightly terrified.
Pulling my hair tie, I let my hair fall out of the ponytail and cascade down my body—the ends hitting right under my breasts.
Climbing onto the bed, I tossed my leg over his body so that I sat straddling him.
His cock was right under my ass, and I felt it getting tense, which in return made my body react.
Thrusting his pelvis up, he was encouraging me to move up.
Wiggling a bit forward, I see a smile cross his face.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
His forwardness shouldn’t be surprising, but I felt like a schoolgirl being told to do something scandalous.
Encouraging me by thrusting his hips again, I make my way toward his head.
When I reach his chest, his hands grab my thighs, lifting me and placing me directly on his mouth.
The wetness of his tongue inside of me had me grab onto the headboard face to face with the carved gargoyle.
Swerving his tongue and sucking on me felt sensational.
His hands grasping my bare ass, encouraged me to begin moving so that I would grind onto his face.
When I was moving on my own without his control, he continued eating me out without stopping for a moment.
I began moaning and when I thought I was going to cum, he sat up, and tossed me off of him straight onto his cock then lay back down onto his back.
I shout out, “Fuck!”
Having no control, I felt it all. The thickness of his cock squeezing into my opening, the length of his cock hitting my cervix, and his hands gripping my hips as he lifted me and slammed me back down onto him as he thrust upward had me spiraling into madness.
Unable to catch my breath for a second, Emilio held me down as he repeatedly slammed his cock inside me.
My pussy clenches around his solid hard cock throbbing inside of me.
The sound of our skin slapping together and my tits bouncing around—it must have looked like a porno, but I was enjoying every damn second.
Even when I came, he was relentless until he hit his climax.
With one final slam of our bodies, Emilio held me down as he came inside of me.
I was breathless and fell forward onto the headboard with my hands holding me up for support. Emilio laid still with his eyes closed.
Sitting up, I look down at him as he opens his eyes. Placing his hands behind his head, he looked at me as though he was admiring a piece of art while I remained seated on top of him with my hands on his chest.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Was it better than what you had last night?”
My eyes widened. How did he know? Looking away, embarrassed, “How did you know?”
“Who did you think made Alfie call you?” Emilio hoisted his hip to get my attention, forcing me to look at him again.
“Do you think less of me for it?”
“Sweetheart, I’m the last person to cast the first stone.”
“Bible reference. Didn’t take you as a religious man.”
Emilio laughed. “My relationship with God is complicated.”
Thinking back to his earlier comment about another pair of eyes looking at me. I couldn’t help but ask.
“The man .. is he… okay?”
Emilio took a deep breathe, “He’s alive if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I made a stupid compulsive choice yet pretty sure half of Chicago’s women have been in your bed.”
“I’m insulted you think it’s only half,” Emilio jokingly said.
I nudge him, “The double standard isn’t fair.”
It was no surprise Emilio lived the bachelor life, but to hear him confirm it made me feel uncomfortable, which he noticed. “I’m very particular, Bethany. Just because I have different women on my arm doesn’t mean I’m sleeping with them.”
“No?”
He smirked, “Well... not all of them.”
Feeling insecure, “Do I satisfy you?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?,” quickly lifting his hip then down to remind me that he was still inside me as he wanted an answer.
“I don’t mind only having you but … am I enough?”
“Guys will always get off, women don’t,” Emilio replied, “So it’s the man’s job to make sure she gets off.”
He wasn’t wrong but keeping a man’s attention wasn’t easy. I’ve heard guys talking before about the women they sleep with and which they prefer more.
“I just don’t want you to hold back.”
Unsure he trusted his instinct, he lay there for a moment.
He shot out his arm toward me, grabbing my neck firmly as I was still straddling him.
His cock twitched inside me. His look was menacing, which terrified me as much as it excited me.
He lay there effortlessly, just gazing at me when suddenly he pulled me toward him; my hands landed on his chest for support.
Our lips almost touched, and I could feel him getting hard again.
This was a first for me. Feeling him growing while still inside me spiked my arousal once again.
Desperate for a kiss, Emilio just continued to tease me.
The palm of his hand against my throat as his fingers almost wrapped completely around my neck remained in a tight hold.
Something I never thought I’d enjoy. Attempting to make the move, quenching my thirst for our lips to touch, Emilio ensured it was impossible.
His hold on my neck dictated my movement.
His eyes lit up, “I’m going to claim every inch of you.”
Rolling over, with his hand unremoved from my throat, he lay pressed onto my body.
His cock was rock solid, still fully inside of me.
Slowly removing it, our cum came dripping out of my core.
I feel fingers entering inside of me, pushing the juices back in.
His fingers steadily entered in and out of me; Emilio continued trailing kisses down my neck and onto my chest. He plops a breast into his mouth and takes a suck before biting down on my nipple.
The shot of pain made me arch my back and sharply inhale.
It was pleasurable just as it was painful, and I lived for it.
I watch as he pulls on my nipple, letting it scrape against his teeth until it plops out as his grip around my neck tightens.
Emilio continued making his way down my body; the hand on my neck loosened and made its way to my other breast, tugging relentlessly.
Emilio made his way to my pussy and dived right in, replacing his fingers with his tongue.
The same fingers that were inside me now entered my rectum, causing me to lift my pelvis in reaction, but Emilio just pushed me back down into the bed.
The hand on my breast made its way to my clit, and he worked my lower region all at once—every weak spot hit.
I was practically screaming in pleasure.
I’ve never had any anal pleasure before, it always seemed daunting, but I was enjoying this.
His fingers stretch out my tight hole as gently as possible.
My entire body was reacting, and I knew this orgasm was going to be intense.
But rather than let me finish, Emilio flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips so that my ass was up in the air.
His hands open my ass cheeks, and he spits right into my crack.
The wetness dripped down toward my anus as his thumb rubbed the spit around and into it.
While on his knees, he grabbed my hair so that my back was pressed onto his chest. His erection at my hole made me shiver.
“Have you before?” he asked.
“No,” I whisper.
I knew what was going to happen and held my breath, waiting for the impact.
Emilio has been aggressive, but he eased inside my butthole.
Holding back from yelping, I took quick breaths until he was fully inside.
He inhaled as though trying to contain himself as his cock twitched inside.
Slowly, he thrust in and out of me. He kept his hand entangled in my hair, gripping hard and distracting me from the other pain.
His other hand made its way to my clit, and he began to rub in rhyme to his thrusting.
Suddenly the pain turned into pleasure, and once I began moaning, Emilio’s cock throbbed again. I was sure he was ready to cum.
“It’s okay,” I encouraged knowing he was trying to remain gentle.
Pushing me down so I was on my hands and knees, he grabbed my hips and began pounding his cock into me. With a few aggressive strokes, he lets out a growl, and his hot semen shoots inside. We fall onto the bed, with him onto me. As I remain on my stomach, Emilio lays on his back beside me.
A sexy smirk crossed his face, “I think I’ll keep you,” then places his lips onto my shoulder for a kiss.
We must have dozed off. The sound of a phone ringing wakes us. Emilio reaches onto the nightstand to answer it. He didn’t say much, just asked, “When?” “Where?” and “Let me know when he leaves.”
Jumping out of bed, he turns to me. “What do you know about a Nate Reilly?”
I shrug. “He works with Aria.”
“I know they are business partners, but I want to know if there’s more to it. Do me a favor—find out anything and everything.”
Sitting up, I nod my head. “What’s the problem?”
“He just showed up to the Lagos.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Just odd, she spends the day with your brother, and then this guy shows up.”
Shrugging my shoulders, “I’m not making the connection.”
“Just find out whether Aria’s messing around with the guy.”
Emilio walks out of the room, and I hear him mumbling something to someone on the phone. When he walks back in, he heads straight toward me, grabs my ankle, and pulls me to the end of the bed toward him.
I squeal when he tosses me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a shower, and I want the imprint of your ass cheeks on the glass.”
I wake up beside Emilio, who sleeps comfortably on his stomach, facing away from me.
It shouldn’t be surprising he wasn’t a cuddler, but maybe that’s how flings work.
Getting up to use the restroom, I look myself in the mirror naked.
My nipples were purple, and I had bite marks on my body strategically placed where clothing normally covers.
When I returned to the bedroom, Emilio was seated in bed, looking at his phone.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He got out of bed. “I need to go.”