Chapter 24 Emmett #2
Fucking euphoria, I swear, watching her get herself off on me. I’ve never been so happy to be used like a toy in my life. I could throw my hands behind my head and just let her bounce on me until she comes. It’d be the view of a lifetime.
When my head falls to the side, I catch our reflection in the mirror.
The dim lighting paints her curves with shadows, and I follow the way they dance along her body as she moves over me. A spotlight illuminates her face, and God, I don’t think she could get any more beautiful than she is right now.
It’s unreal, watching this woman on top of me. We look good together. It’s no wonder the boys have been giving me so much shit about my boss. Even I can see in the reflection just how gone I am for her.
“Look at us.” I nod toward the mirror. “Look how good you look riding me.”
Reese follows my line of sight, and I watch those blue eyes drag down the length of us, taking in the entire picture.
Her lips pop open but then close without saying anything.
“What are you thinking?”
Her eyes bounce over us again. “That it doesn’t look wrong.”
No. No, it doesn’t.
She’s mesmerized by the view, and I don’t blame her, but she’s so distracted by looking at the image of us, her hips have halted to a torturously slow pace grinding over me.
Coasting the backs of my fingers over her stomach, I dip them into the waistband of her leggings, and that earns her attention once again.
Wetness pools around my fingertips as I grip the stretchy fabric and yank her forward, restarting her movements.
“You’re going to come,” I tell her.
It’s not a question, but more like an order.
Well, more like a statement, I suppose, because even if I wasn’t here telling her what to do, she’s close enough that it would happen anyway.
“Yes.”
Heat twines around my spine, simmering low in my hips, and I’m right there with her. And that feels like a war in itself. If this is my only chance to see it, I refuse to miss a second of watching Reese Remington fall apart on me simply because I’m too busy with my own orgasm.
With my fingers in her waistband, directing her movements, I let my thumb glide over the front of her leggings. One swipe and I find her clit with the pad of my thumb, rubbing tight little circles over the damp fabric.
“Fuck, Em.” She falls forward with a shudder, her body unable to keep herself upright. Unable to control her movements.
Yet still she chases her orgasm, rocking against me.
She’s not asking me to take over, because she’s far too prideful to ask for that, but I do so anyway. Pushing off from the bench, I cup her ass and carry her to one of the mirrored walls.
She slides down my body as I set her on her feet, and when I flip her around, I press her flush against the mirror. Her tits smash against it in the most sinful of ways, her cheek is pressed to her own reflection, and the mirror is fogging with her warm breath panting out needy moans.
“Watch.” I yank her hips away from the wall a few inches, giving me space to slip my hand down the front of her leggings. “Watch me get you off.”
Pushing back, she rubs her ass against my crotch, and I move with her, rocking against her the same way as if I were fucking her from behind.
“Emmett,” she cries, arching back into me.
“I know. I got you.”
I find her clit with the pad of my finger, rubbing tight circles while using her own arousal to help it glide. She’s so wet and warm and ready, and fuck, I just want her.
My knuckles are white with how firmly I’m gripping her hip, keeping her steady as I rock against her from behind. My cock slides against the seam on her ass as I drop my lips to her spine, placing worshipping kisses up a path along her back until, over her shoulder, I find her mouth.
I drop my forehead to hers. “You feel incredible.”
“I’m going to come,” she whines against my lips, fingertips leaving smudge marks against the glass as she looks for something to grasp onto.
Her attention is locked on the other mirrored wall to our left, staring at our reflection, and I follow her line of sight to watch us too.
I can’t get over how much it looks like I’m taking her from behind.
How perfectly willing she is, pushing her ass back and rocking with me, while also chasing my fingers on her clit.
“I wish you were inside of me.”
“Oh, fuck.” I drop my head to the back of her neck, trying to compose myself. “Don’t say shit like that or I might just do it.”
She smiles that tempting smile before her mouth drops into an “O,” her brows furrowing in concentration when my fingers circle again.
“Right there, Em.”
“God,” I groan. “I love when you call me Em.”
“Yeah?”
“I love when you call me anything. I just like knowing I have your attention.”
“Trust me.” She reaches back, slipping her hand behind my head to pull my lips to hers. “You always have my attention. And that’s the problem.”
It’s the worst reminder, on the brink of both our orgasms, that this can’t happen again. That we can’t happen ever.
I don’t care how good she feels in this position, I just need to see her. So I flip her around to face me. Reese wraps her thick legs around my waist as I scoop her up and push her back against the mirror. And like finding their home, my hips effortlessly fall into the cradle of hers.
Then I kiss her, deep and long, letting my tongue take its time sliding against hers.
I work for every moment. I memorize every sound.
The little whimpers against my lips. The squeeze of her thighs around my hips as she gets closer.
The way her arms wrap around my shoulders, fingers digging into my back as I rock into her.
I kiss her in a way that will make sure she remembers me.
And when her body tightens as we desperately move together, I hold her, letting her ride her orgasm out against me and making sure I get to feel it as it happens. Even through her leggings, I can feel her flutter and it draws my own orgasm that much closer to the surface.
She’s fucking stunning. Spent and exhausted. Flushed skin and heaving chest. Coiled muscles and pretty sounds. Every reflection in the room gives me a different view of her coming undone.
I can’t tear my eyes off her and don’t know how I’m supposed to be okay with only seeing this once in my lifetime.
“Emmett,” she cries, mid-orgasm, and my name has me falling over the edge with her.
One arm holding her up, the other is flat against the mirror as every muscle in my body begins to contract.
I hide my face against her neck as heat zips down my spine.
White light shoots behind my eyes as I muffle my desperate sounds against her.
She’s got her arms wrapped around me, lips attached to my neck, and I’m done for.
Right there in the gym, I come in my fucking shorts from dry humping my boss against the wall.
And holy hell, I’d like to do it again.
That was just enough to take the edge off, but my burning desire for this woman hasn’t been stoked in the slightest. In fact, it might be worse now, getting a small taste of what it would be like to be with her.
We both take our time coming down, much of the previous tension settling between us.
Reese’s beautiful body slumps in my hold and I ease back on the force with which I’m pinning her up.
“Thank you,” she exhales through hard-earned breaths.
“A little less pissed off?”
“You could say that.” Her eyes drop to the front of my shorts, and I can’t quite tell if the wetness there is her release or my own. Couldn’t care less either way.
You couldn’t find a shy bone in my body right now if you tried.
“How about you?”
“I don’t know if I’m more or less worked up now,” I tell her honestly.
She bites on her lip as she keeps her eyes focused on where we’re connected, and that hungry look in her eye seems like a good sign. If she’s still wanting this, at least the postcoital regret isn’t settling in.
I take the fingers that were down her leggings and slip the tips into my mouth to lick them clean.
It earns all her attention.
“For the record, you taste phenomenal.”
Her jaw falls open. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I don’t know about that. You just got an orgasm.” I push her hair behind her ear, stroking my thumb over her cheekbone. “You’re stunning when you come, by the way.”
Her smile turns sheepish, a blush covering her cheeks. It’s a bit of a mind-fuck to see this confident woman go shy, but under these circumstances, I revel in it.
“Honestly.” She folds her arms behind my neck, keeping me close. “You shirtless in the gym is some really good spank bank material I’ll be using later anyway. So, thanks for that.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you in this little outfit.”
Her eyes find me, this soft yet sad smile on her lips. I’m almost certain my expression matches her own as we watch each other. She leans in and kisses me in a way that feels as if she were doing it for the very last time.
And if it’s going to be, I’ll make it last.
Soft kisses turn into desperate ones. Gentle touches morph into frantic, seeking hands. With her pinned to the mirror, we make out with each other like a couple of teenagers finally getting a bit of alone time.
A post-orgasm make-out is highly underrated in my books, and it goes on for minutes until, eventually, Reese pulls back, hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.
So beautiful it hurts.
And then I remember what happened the last time we were alone.
“What did Scott want when he interrupted our meeting earlier?”
She rolls her eyes, fingers still toying with the back of my hair. “He thinks he should be more involved with the baseball operations.”
“He can get fucked. What did you tell him?”
“That my title is president and not his, and that I’m running the team how I see fit.”
There’s a proud grin on my lips as I look up at her. “That’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl.” She lifts a testing eyebrow. “I’m your boss.”
“Ah, yes. How could I forget? Maybe it was the way you just came all over my cock that has me confused.”
She playfully smacks me in the chest, but I grab her wrist and push into her, brushing my nose against her cheek, laying lazy kisses against her jaw. But not pressing my lips to hers just yet.
“You know this can’t happen again, right?” she whispers against me.
“Yeah.” I find her mouth and kiss her once more. “Definitely never happening again.”