37. Knee-High Socks & Vans
Knee-High Socks Vans
thirty-seven
A c e
After a few days of sun, humidity, and brutal heat, thunder and lightning decided to make another appearance, bringing fierce winds and buckets of warm rain along with them and forcing us inside. But Emerson, shit, she isn't phased in the slightest. Braving the storm, she stands alone on the back porch and watches the catastrophe unfold, her body swaying back and forth in perfect rhythm to the music filtering through the open French doors. Angry waves ripple across the ocean in the relentless wind, and quick flashes of lightning brighten the dark sky seconds before loud booms of thunder rumble in the distance, creating a hypnotic symphony of destruction from the storm.
Sitting around the table in the back room with the guys, immersed in an intense game of spades, buried flashbacks of the years I spent in prison start to force their way to the front of my mind. But just as I feel myself slipping into the darkness of my past, Stone's foot softly rubs against my shin, quickly snapping me back to the moment. Looking up, my eyes meet his across the table, making the corners of my mouth tug upward into a flirtatious smirk.
"Your turn," he says, licking his lips with an insatiable glint in his eyes that makes it hard to focus.
Between his ass and Emerson, the growing desire coursing through me makes it hard as fuck to focus.
"Hold up," his father says, standing up with his cards in his hand. "Let me grab another beer. Anyone need one?" Kane quickly glances at Emerson and then shifts his focus back to us.
"Yeah, one for everyone," Seven answers, pouring the rest of his into his mouth.
Finishing off my beer, I look at Emerson again, wondering if I should go check on her. But I decide to wait until after the game, knowing that she's still trying to come to terms with what Damon put her through. It's been a few days now since she came back, but she still hasn't spoken to us about it. She did admit to Seven that she killed him, so it's just a matter of time before she let's the rest of us in and opens up.
With Kane back at the table, handing out cold beers, and the storm intensifying by the second, I adjust in my seat and turn my focus back to my cards.
Papercut by 'Linkin Park' fills the room, the high-end speaker system amplifying the sound. My foot instinctively taps along with the beat on the smooth, hardwood floor, feeling the pulsating bass reverberating through the entire house and relaxing my body. Looking at the cards in my hand, I hum the words softly, trying to decide what my next move is as Stone's foot continues to rub up and down my leg.
I can't fucking concentrate, though.
Just as I'm about to make a move, the power cuts out, plunging the room into complete darkness. The thunder and lightning outside grow louder and more intense, and for a moment, everything is obscured by the black of night. I feel Stone's foot slip between my thighs and gently massage my cock. Even over my pants, his touch grounds me in the chaos of the storm.
"Well, fuck," Seven spits, dropping his cards on the table before pushing out his chair and standing up. "I guess that's the game."
"Let's go dig out the candles and shit," Kane orders, motioning for Stone and Seven to join him. With Eli spending the night with Nova, we have to find everything on our own.
Leaving me alone, the three of them disappear into the darkness, giving me the opportunity to go check on Emerson.
Walking out onto the porch, I'm drenched immediately and hit with a hard gust of wind, a shiver wracking my body. Emerson never moves, keeping her eyes locked on the treacherous waves in front of us. I slowly approach her, hoping she doesn't push me away even more. We're not as close as she is with the others, mainly because I haven't been around as long.
Growing up, Stone and I were inseparable, bonding over our struggles with our sexuality, among other things. I spent most of my time at his house, especially after my parents kicked me out the first time I got arrested. I was closer to his family than my own.
I had an abusive father who drank as much as he fucking breathed and an absent mother who preferred standing on street corners, seeking the validation of every man she could find. She'd come home when she needed something or when she was trying to hide from someone, and my father allowed it. He was always too drunk to care about what she was doing or who she was with but when she did come home, they fought like fucking cats and dogs. The only time they wanted anything to do with each other, was when their food stamps and social security hit; then they couldn't get enough of each other. But when the money was gone, the endless cycle would start all over again, and it got worse every time.
I fucking hated it and I hated them.
Being around Stone and his family saved me, in more ways than one. It was them who pushed me to get my shit together and helped me stay out of prison for good. Kane treated me like I was his son, and even after Stone's mother left, he never gave up on me. Bringing me into the club, he gave me a second chance, and to this day, he still hasn't given up on me.
Emerson and I grew close as time passed. I was put in charge of keeping an eye on her while her father and Kane had business to take care of, and during then is when I developed feelings for her. I didn't want to lose the respect I'd earned from the guys, so I never acted on them, but buried them instead. However, things can only stay hidden for so long, and eventually, I told her how I felt.
But through it all, I've always had Emerson's back, even before we all formed our little family here.
Reaching Emerson, I stand beside her and let the storm rage around us. She finally turns her head to look at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears and something else I can't quite place.
"Hey, Brat," I say softly through a grin, hesitating before placing my hand on her shoulder. "You wanna come in?"
Her eyes search mine for a moment before she shakes her head, a small, almost imperceptible, movement. But it's enough for me to know that she's slowly starting to come around.
We stand there together, watching the destruction with a sense of understanding between us, and I know that even though the storm may be fierce, she's fucking stronger than she thinks.
Taking it upon herself, Emerson reaches for my hand and laces her fingers tightly in mine. She smiles as if everything's okay, but the turmoil raging within her eyes tells a different story, and I'm anxious as fuck to find out what it is.
"Wanna go for a walk?" she asks in a hopeful voice, keeping her smile strong.
"Yeah, why not?" I shrug, offering her a playful smile as we descend the slippery steps with caution.
The rain shows no sign of letting up, but we walk anyway, embracing the storm together. A few times, she looks at me, but nothing is said for a while. It's not until we get halfway down the flooded beach and turn around to walk back that she finally speaks.
"Eli hates me, doesn't he?" she blurts out, her smile slowly fading.
I squeeze her hand, giving her a silent reassurance. "He doesn't hate you, Emerson, he's just having a hard time. You know how your brother is," I scoff, a hint of a chuckle in my tone. "He's beating himself up because he couldn't help you. He feels like he failed you."
"But he didn't. None of y'all did." She sounds fucking defeated, looking down at her feet as she walks.
Ascending the steps, she stops at the door, pausing before going in.
"It's not easy to talk about, Ace, especially when it comes to Eli."
"I know," I say, standing beside her. "But you need to realize that it's okay to let your guard down. And besides, you don't have to tell him every fucking detail." Taking the lead, I pull her into the house, and out of the rain, the music still blaring through the speakers. Everyone must have gone to bed because downstairs is empty, with only the entryway light guiding us through the darkness. With our hands still entwined, we climb the stairs together, leaving a trail of water behind us as it drips off our bodies. Expecting me to come into her room with her, her face falls when I try to walk toward mine.
"Where are you going? You're not coming in?" She pouts, her shiny lips and her beautiful lashes flutter, and fuck, it's one of the sexiest things she fucking does.
Chuckling, I tell her, "I'm just going to change into some dry clothes, Brat. If you want me to come back, you know I fucking will." I wink, watching an obvious breath hitch in her throat as I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and drag my finger teasingly down the front of her body.
"Do me a favor, be a good boy for me, and put on those gray sweats that I love." The words roll seductively off the tip of her pierced tongue as she boldly reaches out and cups the bulge growing in my soaked pants, making my body jump in reaction to her touch.
Fuck, what a damn tease.
"I can do that, Brat, but you need to do something for me," I whisper, leaning in close so my mouth is inches away from her ear and my breath dances across her bronze skin.
"And what's that?" she whispers back, swallowing hard.
"Put those blue knee-high socks on, your tiny black thong, and your black Vans on, and wait for me on your bed... wearing nothing else." I don't give her the chance to respond before I walk off, knowing how needy and wet I've left her.
I return to my room and quickly change into a pair of my dry gray sweats, feeling the sexual tension building between Emerson and me.
This would be our first time alone, and the thought has me fucking anxious. But I want her. I fucking need her, and I'll be fucking damned if this shit doesn't happen.
After taking more than a few minutes, I eagerly make my way to her room, and as I approach her door, I can hear 'Deep' by Nine Inch Nails playing from inside, the soft sound of rain still pouring outside creating a soothing background melody. I push the door open and she's there, just as I fucking asked.
She lays on her bed, her incredible body clothed in nothing but her tiny black thong that hardly covers her pussy, the knee-high socks, and her Vans, her eyes dark with carnal desire. Her tattoos and piercings are on perfect display for me and her long brown hair fans out across the pillow, looking like a halo above her head.
“What are you waiting for, Ace? A fucking invitation,” she laughs playfully, her hungry eyes roaming over my bare chest, taking in the unique beauty of my tattoos
I step into the room, locking the door behind me, before making my way over to the bed.
"Fucking breathtaking and such a good fucking girl for following directions," I praise her as I hover over her body and cup her tit, giving it a deep but gentle massage before moving to the other one.
Emerson reaches between the small gap of our bodies and rubs my cock over my sweats, staring deeply into my eyes. My hand travels further down her body, tracing the beautifully intricate tattoos covering her soft skin, all the way down to the thin band of her tiny black thong. She rubs my cock harder as I rub her pussy over the lacy fabric, feeling her wetness soak the palm of my hand through the material. Lifting her head off the pillow, she presses her mouth to mine and dips her tongue between my lips, keeping her lustful, blue eyes open during the kiss.
"Jesus, Brat," I grunt, lowering my body onto hers as I pull her supple bottom lip between my teeth.
Her hands find their way to my hair, and she runs her fingers through it, sensually moving her body in sync with mine as I grind my pelvis into hers.
"Ace." A desperate, breathy moan escapes from her throat while my teeth are still clamped onto her lip, refusing to let go.
"What is it, Brat? Tell me what you want."
"You, Ace." Her hooded eyes roll back as I grind harder, feeling the heat from her dripping pussy through my pants. "I want you to fuck me, now," she pleads, writhing beneath me.
"Oh, I'm definitely gonna fuck you. I'll give your pretty pussy exactly what she needs," I promise, my chest rumbling against hers as I chuckle. "But I have something else in mind first." Releasing her puffy lip, I push off her body and stand at the end of her bed, feeding off the confused look on her face.
Pushing my sweats down with my boxer briefs, I kick them both off and immediately begin stroking my cock while she watches.
"Get rid of those fucking underwear, baby girl, and play with your pussy for me." Through the devious grin curling on my lips, I demand, feeling my heartbeat increase rapidly.
Without hesitation, she hooks her thumbs under the thin band and lifts her ass off the bed, sliding her thong all the way off. Before she can drop it, I snatch it out of her hand and wrap the soaked fabric around my cock like a blanket.
"Really?" Her eyes widen as she laughs, still clueless as to what my plan is.
"Really." I nod, keeping a straight face through every pleasurable stroke. "Now stop being a fucking brat and spread your legs. I want to watch your fingers disappear inside of you."
Smirking, she glides her fingers around her pussy lips and eases them inside her, thrusting to her own rhythm.
Fuck, I can't take my fucking eyes off her.
Every thrust, moan, and move she makes, only intensifies my strokes as I jerk off with her underwear.
Feeling the tension in the room grow thicker, my strokes become more erratic as I watch her pleasure herself with her fingers, two at first, then another, and another, until she has four of them twisting knuckle-deep in and out of her pussy. Her moans fill the air, making me ache to be inside her, filling her with every inch of me and every drop of my cum. But we've barely fucking started, and it's already getting hard as shit to focus.
I can feel my climax rip through me as I jerk off even faster, her hips bucking as she rides her fingers while plunging them as deep as she can. I watch as her thumb rolls around her clit and presses down, her body spasming from the sensation. I can tell she's going to come, so I reach out and yank her hand away, pulling her soaked fingers out of her cunt. But I never stop stroking.
"Ace!" she gasps, her brows pinching together as she quickly sits up, trying to catch her breath. "Why did you do that? I was about to-"
"I know." I grin, my body trembling and my legs tensing painfully as hot cum jets into her underwear.
I grunt and groan through gritted teeth, my jaw clenching hard from the raging waves of pleasure coursing through me. She watches intently as I pump my hand frantically up and down my dick, squeezing the tip with intense pressure until every drop of my cum is emptied into her thong.
"Fuck, that felt good." My cock still throbs, not having nearly enough of what it desperately wants.
"That wasn't fair," she pouts, clearly needing to come.
As the tension builds between us, I drop the cute act and bunch her soaked panties in my hand, standing at the edge of the bed with my cock in the other.
"Enough," I growl, shoving them into her mouth as a gag to silence her, wanting to watch as she sucks my cum out of the lace.
She looks at me, shocked, not knowing how to react, and all it does is turn me on even more. Crawling over her and pushing her flat on her back, I speak softly, knowing what she wants to hear. "It's my turn to take care of you, Brat."
With that, I position myself between her legs and enter her with a firm thrust, feeling the flood of her wetness coating me. She gasps, her underwear muffling the sweet sound, arching into my touch as her hands claw desperately at the sheets beneath her.
"Be a good girl for me and suck my cum off your thong." I raise my brow and fuck her roughly, shaking the bed with my wild movements.
The feeling of being inside her, the warm, velvety grip of her pussy, is almost too much to handle. I give into the fevered pace building inside me and ravage her with everything I have, claiming her with every rough thrust as my hand finds its place around her throat.
She meets my rhythm, matching my fervor with her own, her moans catching in her throat as she reaches the edge of release. I admire every sound, look, and feeling I coax from her, falling in love with her a little more with each thrust.
With a feral cry, she unravels, her body convulsing beneath me as I ride out her orgasm, my own release teetering on the edge. Her cunt squeezes my cock as she soaks it, bucking her hips into mine while trying to chase the feeling of me ripping through her tight, clenching walls.
As she comes, writhing and shaking from her high, I let go again, finding my own release deep inside her, filling her with everything I have left to give.
With every touch, kiss, and twist of our bodies, we let go of the past and embrace the fierce desire drawing us together. In each other's arms, we find refuge from the turbulent storm building outside, as we lose ourselves in each other.
Collapsing on top of her, I pull her underwear out of her mouth. Desperately, I catch my breath as I roll to the side, pulling her to my chest and wrapping her in my arms. And under the relentless symphony of thunder and lightning, our passion ignites, bringing us closer in ways that neither of us have ever experienced before.
And I fucking love it.