Chapter 23
Gannix
Emerson has been good this last week. She’s roamed the house but hasn’t tried anything, which I’m thankful for.
Sleep has been easy with her in the room, but tonight, I can’t seem to get comfortable. I roll onto my side, and that’s when I see her. Her t-shirt is hiked up around her hips, her hand between her legs. I know Emerson likes sex. She craves it and not having it has to be taken a toll on her.
I watch her slip her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted but she isn’t getting there herself. The thought of going over there and doing it for her crosses my mind but I want to watch her, want to see her do it.
Her soft pants become a little louder as she rocks her hips against her fingers. I lick my lips, my cock hardening as I watch her. Then suddenly, she pulls her hand away and drops it down next to her. She didn’t finish, and we can’t have that.
I throw the blanket back just as she opens her eyes and looks over at me.
“You want to come, baby?” I ask her. She licks her lips but doesn’t say anything. I pat the bed next to me, and I wait to see if she comes or not. At first, she doesn’t move, so I shrug and throw the blanket back into place, but then she shoves herself up and moves toward the bed. She climbs on, and I move quickly.
I lay her on her back and grab the pillow, shaking it out of the case before securing it around her wrists above her head. Her eyes widen as she watches me slowly slide down her body.
“Keep them up there,” I tell her. She nods her head as I slip my hands under her shirt. The feel of her skin against mine is the best feeling I’ve ever had. But the scars that linger? From him? They piss me off and fuel my need to find and kill him.
I spread Em’s legs and lower myself down between them, running my tongue along her pussy. She’s wet from touching herself but not as wet as I can make her.
I dip my tongue inside her, tasting her before pulling it free and flicking her clit. She gasps and lifts her hips, shoving her pussy in my face, and I can do nothing but groan. I knew her body wanted me. I knew she craved to be fucked by me.
“Don’t move,” I tell her as I sink my teeth into her clit. Emerson screams, crying out for me. Her hands come down, wrapping around my head, and I stop what I’m doing. I reach up and shove her arms away from me.
“I said don’t move, Emerson. If you move again, I will fucking bring you to the edge and leave you there.” Her head lifts, her eyes locking with mine to see if I’m being serious.
When her head drops back down on the pillow, she raises her hands back above her head and I get back to work.
Her body trembles the more I lick, and that’s exactly how I want her. I slip a finger inside her, tugging at her insides, massaging what I know drives her crazy. Emerson writhes on the bed but keeps her hands where I told her to.
I begin to fuck her with my fingers, adding another, then another, until my whole fucking hand is inside her. I curl it into a fist and begin pumping it in and out of her.
“That’s … it’s too much!” She cries out, but I don’t stop.
“You’re going to squirt for me like this, Emerson,” I tell her.
“I’ve never done that. I don’t think I can do that,” she whines as I keep my hand moving inside her.
“Yeah, you can, baby. You’re going to do it for me. Don’t you want to do it for me, Em? You want to squirt all over me?” She gasps and moans as I keep fucking her like this. Her juices coat my flesh, and there’s nothing more I want to do than lick it all off, but not yet; I need more. I want more from her.
“Answer me!” I growl this time.
“Yes! I … I want to do it for you,” she cries out as I go faster. My fist is pumping inside her as I feel her pussy clench.
“Just like that,” I coax her. Then I feel the gush of fluids as Emerson screams.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Give it to me.”
“Gannix!” She calls out my name, and fuck, it sounds perfect. Now that I’m nice and soaked, I ease my fist out of her and lean back down, licking up everything she released before moving to her clit. I twirl it with my tongue as her body lifts off the bed, craving me, needing me. And I give it to her. I suck her clit until her legs begin to tremble, and then she comes for me.
“Oh God!” She cries as I keep tugging on her clit. I want her to keep coming until there’s nothing left inside her. Her legs snap closed around my head, and I groan as she rides the waves of pleasure I’m giving her.
When I begin to ease up and slowly stroke her, her legs fall apart, releasing her grip. A few more soft strokes, and I pull back and climb up her body, pressing kisses to her neck and forehead.
Emerson is panting, trying to catch her breath, her eyes closed, her lips parted. I take the chance and lean down, running my tongue along her bottom lip and listening to the noises coming from her mouth.
“Fuck me, Gannix,” she begs, her eyes opening now to look at me.
“You have no idea how much I want to,” I tell her.
“Then do it. Please,” she begs. Fuck, I like when she begs me.
“I can’t do that right now, baby.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I’d have to drug you.”
“You don’t have to. Whatever it is, you don’t need to do that. Just … please, I need you,” she begs harder this time. Fuck. I’d give anything to shove my cock into her right now, but I can’t. I can’t let her see; it would ruin everything.
“As much as I’d like to, I can’t. You need to sleep.”
“I need to be fucked,” she whines.
“Was that not enough for you, Em?” I chuckle.
“It felt … so good.”
“Then you’ve had enough for tonight. Go to sleep.” She huffs out a breath and starts to sit up, but I don’t let her. I reach for her, pulling her back down onto the bed next to me.
“You want me to stay in your bed?” she asks through a yawn.
“I’m breaking my own rules with you, Emerson. This is what you do to me,” I tell her. She hums and scoots her body back against mine, pressing her sweet little ass against my cock. I can feel her wetness as it seeps through my sweatpants, but I can’t find it in me to care. Instead, I wrap my arm around her and tug her closer.
I nuzzle my face into the back of her hair and inhale her scent. This is wrong. I should make her go back to her bed, but how can I? I don’t want to. I want her right here with me.
I listen to her breathe until she finally falls asleep.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Emerson. This is all fucked up. I shouldn’t have you in my bed, it’s dangerous,” I whisper the words into her hair. She didn’t stir; she didn’t hear me. And that’s for the best.
I close my eyes and let sleep pull me under.