18. Waverly
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WAVERLY
W hat the hell am I doing? I ask myself, but I don’t stop my hand from dragging my dress higher up my thigh until I can slip my fingers between my legs.
My panties are soaked with my arousal from a combination of the things I saw on the tour, the scene playing out in front of me, and the man sitting pressed against my side.
I circle my sensitive clit, and a shiver racks through my body, causing an amused smile to tug at Emmett’s lips.
“Eyes on them, Waverly,” he orders. “If at any point this gets to be too much or you want to stop, just say the word, okay?”
I nod, words failing me as I shift my hips closer to the edge of the bench seat.
“Words, sweetness.”
“Yes,” I whisper, but it comes out in a moan that I’m sure amuses him to no end.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. But then I can’t believe a lot of the things that have happened in the last forty-eight hours, and I’m trying not to let myself think too hard about it. I’ve spent my entire life playing it safe, never taking risks, always looking over my shoulder, never truly letting myself live. At least here I’m in a controlled environment.
I fix my eyes on Sienna as she writhes on the cushion, her hands fisted in the cuffs at her back. Would I like to be on stage like that? Could I handle people looking at me? Could I follow the orders of someone like Micah?
A soft moan escapes my throat when I see Micah drag his hard length across her cheek as he murmurs something to her. I wish I could hear what he’s saying, but I can imagine just fine. If I had to guess, I’d imagine he’s saying things like, “You’re being such a good little whore, aren’t you, baby?” And “You better not get too close to the edge, Sienna. You know you’re not allowed to come until I say.”
Emmett’s steady presence beside me gives me the confidence to continue, even as my heart beats wildly in my chest.
This is so unlike me. So unlike the woman that is always safe. So unlike the girl that ran with nothing but a tiny suitcase and a backpack, with no idea how she was going to survive on her own. But instead of shying away from the moment, I embrace it.
“I bet your panties are soaked,” Emmett murmurs beside me.
I nod but don’t bother responding as I watch Micah bury himself in Sienna’s mouth once more. I’ve given a few blow jobs, but I’ve always done all the work while the guy just sat back and groaned. But that’s not what’s happening in front of us. He’s fucking her mouth with the same intensity he would her pussy, and it’s fucking hot.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, Waverly,” Emmett growls. “Push your panties to the side and bury your fingers inside your sweet cunt.”
His filthy words only seem to intensify my pleasure, and a quiet moan escapes my throat of its own accord. God, this is fucking hot. Not something I ever imagined myself doing, but perhaps the hottest experience of my life.
I do as I’m told, taking a few seconds to circle my clit before I trail my fingers lower and press one inside me. It’s not nearly enough, but I’m not the one running the show. I may be the one doing the work, but Emmett is calling the shots, and I like it more than I probably should.
Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so many years making every decision in my life that handing over something like this feels like a blessing, even if it is out of my comfort zone.
“More,” he demands, and I immediately add a second finger, moaning softly at the slight stretch. It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone, and it’s even been a while since I’ve touched myself, so the rush of sensations threatens to overwhelm me.
I drop my head back against his outstretched arm as my hips rock softly beneath the table.
“You’re doing so good, Little Temptress. So fucking good.” There’s a rough edge to his voice that drags my attention from the scene playing out before us. His pupils are blown wide, his intense gaze locked on me as I bring myself closer to the edge.
He nods back toward the stage, silently telling me to turn my attention back where it should be, and I follow the direction without hesitation.
Micah has repositioned Sienna with her cheek resting against the stage and her hips high as he fucks her slowly with the sleek black toy. Her eyes squeeze shut as a violent shiver vibrates through her body.
“She’s trying so hard not to come,” Emmett tells me. “But he’s got it on the highest setting, and he keeps pressing it against her G-spot for prolonged lengths of time.”
“Why would he do that if he doesn’t want her to come?” My voice is so breathy I barely recognize it.
He chuckles. “Because by holding her release at bay now, her orgasm is going to be out of this world.”
I nibble at my bottom lip as I pump my fingers faster. I’m not sure I could handle delayed gratification right now with how wound up I am.
I’ve never enjoyed masturbating even half as much as I am right now, but I think that has very little to do with my own touch and everything to do with the man pressed at my side.
Sienna’s entire body is shaking and her eyes are pressed closed, but even I can tell she’s fighting a losing battle with her body right now, and if Micah doesn’t pull back, she’s going to come whether she wants to or not.
Almost as I think it, he withdraws the toy, and she sags with relief, but there’s frustration on her brows too. I’m vaguely aware of a community of people that enjoy edging for days on end, and I truly don’t think I would survive an hour, let alone a day, if this is what it looks like.
“Another finger, sweetness.” Emmett brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, and I shiver at the contact. I wish he were touching me more. I wish he would kiss me. But that might be the lust talking.
I swallow a moan as I press a third finger inside me, wincing at the stretch before my body quickly gets used to the feeling. Fuck, I’m so turned on I can barely breathe through the arousal flooding my senses.
Micah lines his hips up with Sienna’s and, without warning, slams forward, the only thing that stops her from falling is his steady grip on her hips.
“Fuck,” I whine, shifting my hips to try to get more friction.
“Good girl,” Emmett says. “Are you going to come for me, sweetness?”
I press my eyes closed for a moment to gather my composure before nodding. Fuck, I need this release so badly. More than I’ve ever needed an orgasm in my life.
“I want you to come with Sienna,” he tells me. “She won’t last long after being teased for so long.”
“What if I can’t?” I breathe.
“Then you won’t come at all.”
I whip my head around to face him with wide eyes, but there’s nothing on his face that indicates he’s joking. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am.” He chuckles. “Better keep fucking your little pussy, Waverly, you don’t want to miss your chance.”
Part of me wants to argue, but another part hangs on every word he says. I’m addicted to his dominance, desperate for his orders, and frantic to please him.
I refocus on the couple fucking on the other side of the club, Micah’s hips pistoning into hers roughly as he slaps a hand down on her ass.
“She’s getting close, Waverly. You need to get yourself on the edge,” Emmett taunts.
I drop my other hand between my thighs and brush my fingers over my aching clit. I barely smother a moan as I bite down on my lip hard, trying desperately to stay quiet, but even if I didn’t, I’m not sure I would care. Not when I’m this close to oblivion.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and I just about come from his words alone, but I keep my movements steady and my eyes locked on Sienna.
Her entire body begins to tremble, and her hands fist around the cuffs at her wrists, and I add a little more pressure. My window is about to open, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to miss it.
“Now, Waverly,” Emmett growls, and I detonate.
My orgasm is overwhelming as it rolls through every fiber of my being, tearing me apart just to put me back together again. A strangled cry escapes my throat, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to feel embarrassed by the sound.
Emmett turns my face and slams his lips down on mine, swallowing my moans as I ride every last wave of my orgasm. The mixture of his scent and the light buzz of the alcohol seems to extend my pleasure, not that I mind. Not one single bit.
If anything, I don’t want this moment to end because it can’t happen again. Not when Emmett feels this good. I can’t risk getting close to someone, not in the real way that I can see myself falling for the man beside me.
Because that’s what you do with a man like him. You fall hard and fast and hope he doesn’t break you in the process.
But that’s not the kind of risk I can afford to take.