Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Idrag myself out of bed. Emilio is still fast asleep, and I take the opportunity to stare at his nakedness. He’s lying on his back, one arm above his head and the other on his abs where I put it after I snuck out from his tight-ass hold on me.
The sheet just covers his cock, and that delicious V that makes my mouth water is on full display. I should get some sort of trophy for sheer willpower at being able to resist this man for as long as I did. Because, damn, he is fine with a capital F.
Maybe I should skip class and climb back into bed. Missing one class isn’t a big deal, right?
“You can take a picture if you want.” Emilio’s voice is husky. His eyes remain closed.
“How do you know I’m looking at you?” I ask him.
“Because my body comes to life whenever you look at me, Frankie.” He groans and then opens one eye. “What time is it?”
“Seven. I need to shower and get ready for school, but you can stay there,” I tell him and then practically run into the bathroom, closing the door so I don’t get tempted to jump back into bed.
Once the water is hot, I step under it and pick up my loofah. “Stop.” Emilio’s voice makes me jump.
“What are you? A fucking ninja? Jeez.” I spin around to face him, my hand on my chest. He literally came out of nowhere. How did I not hear him come in? And why is he naked?
Damn it, I was trying to leave him alone this morning.
Stepping into the shower, Emilio takes the loofah out of my hands. “I want to clean you.” His lips tilt up at the sides. “I was the one who made you dirty after all.”
“I really don’t have time for any sexcapades, Emilio,” I warn him. But even as I say it, I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter just being in naked proximity to him.
“I’m just here to wash your back, babe. I’ll be on my best behavior,” he says, picking up my bodywash and squirting some onto the loofah. “Turn around.”
Usually, I’d tell him where to go when he tries to tell me what to do. Right now, I choose to go along with whatever plan he’s got up his sleeve and turn around. Emilio flattens one palm across my stomach, pulling my back up against his front.
“I fucking love your body,” he murmurs against my ear as he starts running the loofah over my breasts.
“Mmm.” I close my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder.
Emilio quietly runs the loofah over the entire top half of my body before his hand travels to my lower stomach. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move,” he says.
My palms flatten on the tiled wall. I feel Emilio drop to his knees, the loofah travels down between my thighs, and he uses his hands to pull my legs wider.
“Keep them open.” He rubs the loofah over my sensitive parts.
Emilio uses one of his hands to spread my ass cheeks. I look over my shoulder at him.
“Don’t fucking move,” he says. “You’re going to love every filthy thing I do to this body, Frankie.”
“Okay?” I question. I have no idea what he’s planning on doing, but that damn loofah is still rubbing against my clit ever so softly and driving me insane with need. And then I watch as Emilio sticks out his tongue and slides it through my ass cheeks before circling my back hole.
I blink. He isn’t…? Oh god, he is.
My head leans forward, falling against the tiles, as a pleasure I’ve never felt before bolts through me. Emilio has his tongue in my ass. Like, he’s eating my ass. I’ve never done any kind of ass play before and now I’m thinking I’ve been missing out.
I didn’t know anything could feel this good. It’s like he’s pressing buttons that aren’t supposed to exist. It’s wrong, so dirty and so… goddamn good at the same time. My body has a mind of its own when I push back against his face. I need more. Of what? I have no idea. I just need more.
The loofah presses against my pussy harder. Emilio rubs it along me faster, and I start to see stars. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, what?”
Shit. My knees shake as pleasure radiates through me and I come harder than I ever think I’ve come before.
Emilio drops the loofah. His hands move to my hips, holding my body up. If it weren’t for that, I’d be nothing more than a puddle on the floor.
“What the hell did you just do to me?” I ask, breathless.
He smiles like a proud kid who’s just been told he’s done a good job. Huh, he does deserve a gold star for that effort.
“You liked it,” he says.
“Well, yeah, but I’ve never… I mean… That was…” I can’t seem to find the words.
“You liked my tongue fucking your ass? Wait until it’s my cock fucking your ass.” His hand wraps around his cock, and my mouth waters.
Without a second thought, I drop to my knees and then my mouth is on him. I make quick work of hollowing out my cheeks. There’s no teasing or easing into this. I want him. I want to taste him like I’ve never wanted anything before.
“Holy fuck!” Emilio takes hold of my head.
I look up at him and give a slight nod. I want him to take over. I want him to use my mouth to get off. And with that little nod, he starts thrusting in and out. Fast, hard. His cock hits the back of my throat. I don’t gag, though, thankfully.
“I’m going to come,” he says as a warning, and I suck harder.
That’s the plan here. For him to come.
“Shit,” he curses and then squirts of warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallow as fast as I can.
Emilio doesn’t take his eyes off me. He stares down at me with a look of awe on his face.
“Fucking incredible,” he says, slipping his cock out of my mouth. He bends down, his hands go under my arms, and he lifts me to my feet. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
“Well, for right now, you’re going to have to put your sexcapade fantasies on hold. I do have to get to school,” I remind him. “But thanks for… washing my back.” I wink as I step out of the shower, leaving him in there.
I wrap a towel around myself and walk into my closet, throwing on a pair of jeans and an old band shirt. I tie my hair up in a messy bun, because that’s all I have time to do. Emilio is still in the shower when I walk out again.
I head for the kitchen, turn on the coffee machine, and pull down two cups. A knock at the door has me pausing. Shit. Who the hell is here this early? The knock sounds again, and then I hear a key turning the lock. I look towards the bedroom, praying that Emilio doesn’t walk out.
I get to the door just as my brother is opening it. “Jesus, Alfie, what if I was walking around naked? You can’t just help yourself into my apartment!” I yell at him, louder than I should, hoping Emilio gets the point to stay hidden.
Alfie frowns at me. “You look dressed to me.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something? Why are you so bitchy this morning?”
“I don’t know, maybe because you’re just helping yourself to my apartment. Please do come in,” I huff as my brother walks past me.
He looks at my kitchen counter and freezes. Then he slowly turns around. “Who’s here, Frankie?”
“No one,” I lie.
“Then why are there two cups on your counter by your coffee machine?”
“I knew you were coming.” I smirk.
“No, you didn’t. Who’s here?” Alfie turns towards my bedroom.
Fuck.
And that’s the moment Emilio chooses to walk out, wearing a fucking towel around his waist.