40. Waverly
CHAPTER FORTY
WAVERLY
H oly shit.
Am I actually going to do this?
Am I going to have filthy, desperate sex in an alley, over the back of a motorcycle?
As if to answer the question he couldn’t have possibly heard, Emmett turns me in his arms and bends me over the back of the bike. My chest rests on the seat, while my legs spread over the back wheel.
Without warning, my yoga pants are yanked down along with my panties until the cool afternoon air touches my ass and pussy.
I can’t believe I’m even entertaining this, let alone allowing it to happen, and yet there’s not a single part of me that wants him to stop.
His fingers brush over my core, and we let out a mutual moan. “Already wet for me, Waverly? Does the idea of getting railed in an alley get you hot and bothered?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from telling him just how much I’m enjoying this. I haven’t done anything this reckless in…ever. I’ve always been safe because the alternative could mean being found.
But for some reason I don’t care about that right now. I don’t care that I’m throwing caution away and allowing Emmett to do whatever he wants.
His hand disappears from my pussy, and a moment later, a sharp sting registers across my ass, making me cry out before I can swallow the sound.
“When I speak to you, I expect an answer,” he growls a moment before his fingers are back at my clit, circling with the perfect amount of pressure to take my breath away.
Even the way he touches me is different from last night, and there’s something about seeing both sides of the same man that has me panting for more.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m so fucking turned on right now I can barely breathe.”
He chuckles, his still-clothed body pressing to my back and making the moment feel even more forbidden. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.” Emmett presses open-mouthed kisses up the column of my throat, nipping and sucking the skin as he goes.
“Please,” I whine. “I need you.”
He chuckles, and his hands drop from where they were toying with my body. His belt buckle brushes across my ass as he undoes it, and I press back into him like a wanton whore. Hell, at this point, I think that might be what I am.
After years of mediocre sex out of necessity, I’m hooked on Emmett and everything he can show me.
“So needy for me,” he breathes. “But you don’t need to worry, I’ll take care of you, baby girl. I’ll always take care of you.”
Emmett’s body presses against mine, and an involuntary moan escapes when he drags his rock-hard cock through my folds with one hand while the other grasps my hips and helps me arch the way he needs me. “This is going to be fast and rough, Waverly. I suggest you hold on tight.”
But he doesn’t give me a chance to do that before he notches his cock at my entrance and thrusts forward without warning. He fills me completely, and the ache from last night reignites as he holds himself deep.
A strangled cry tears from me before I can swallow it, but I can’t find it in myself to care that someone could hear me.
Maybe it’s working at the club, or perhaps it’s the man that’s fucking me, but either way, I’m turned on by the idea that someone could catch us, that someone could be watching as Emmett fucks me over the back of his bike.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out, his fingers tightening on my hips to the point I’m sure I’ll have bruises when I get home. But I don’t care. Hell, I think I like the idea of being covered in his marks when I go to work tonight.
“Oh god,” I moan, thrusting back to meet him. Usually in this position I would let him do all the work, but I need more. I need everything he has to give me.
He chuckles against the place where my neck and shoulder meet but doesn’t respond. Instead, he speeds up his thrusts at the same time he bites down, and I shatter around him.
The orgasm comes out of nowhere. One second, I’m nowhere near the edge, and the next I’m careening over it with black spots dancing in my vision and muffled cries escaping my throat.
It takes too long to realize one of Emmett’s hands is covering my mouth as he fucks me through my orgasm. “Shh, sweet girl. You don’t want others to hear your screams and come to investigate, do you?”
I clench around him and earn myself another rough chuckle. I shouldn’t like the sound of that. I shouldn’t want anyone to catch me being fucked in an alley in the middle of New York City surrounded by dumpsters and filth. And yet the way my heart beats in my chest wildly tells me I’m loving every single second.
“Mm, maybe you do want that after all.” His hand snakes around me and finds my clit without any fumbling, a feat that no one in my past could have mastered. I cry out when he starts circling the oversensitive bundle of nerves, but it’s muffled by his hand. “You’re going to give me one more, Waverly. You’re going to milk my cock with your perfect cunt and then you’re going to ride home on the back of my bike while dripping with my cum.”
His filthy words shove me toward the edge that seemed so far away a few seconds ago, and I can’t help but wonder how he knows me so well despite only having met mere weeks ago.
“Fuck, Waverly,” he groans. “I want to spend the rest of my fucking life balls deep inside you.”
“Please,” I sob. “I’m so close.”
“I know you are, baby. Come for me one more time, I want your sweet pussy to milk my cock.”
He doubles down his efforts on my clit as he tilts his hips slightly to hit my G-spot in just the right way to have me crashing over the edge.
My entire body trembles through the release, and I have stars dancing in my vision and my legs are giving out beneath me. The only thing that keeps me standing is his firm grip on my body as he pounds into me from behind.
His thrusts lose all rhythm as he chases his own release and drags mine out far longer than it should last. “Good girl,” he growls. “Such a perfect whore for me.”
A moan slips from my throat before I can catch it. It’s the first time he’s said something so degrading to me, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t have me clenching around his pulsating cock.
Emmett slams deep one last time and holds himself there as thick ropes of cum fill me, his length jerking inside me for long moments while we both try desperately to catch our breath.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod as my eyes slide closed, the sudden urge to sleep washing over me. Usually sex gives me energy, but this is different. It wasn’t just sex. It was raw fucking. It was all-consuming. It was filthy and forbidden and all kinds of wrong. And it was everything I never knew I needed.
I’m not sure how much time passes before Emmett withdraws, but when I move to stand, he places his hand in the middle of my back to keep me bent forward.
I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but the words are stolen from my mouth when his fingers slip through my folds, gathering the cum that has escaped and promptly pushes it back inside me.
Holy fuck.
That shouldn’t be so hot.
And yet I’m almost panting at the sign of possessive ownership.
Emmett tugs at my yoga pants and panties around my thighs with his free hand while his fingers remain buried inside me, holding his release in place as he rights my clothing.
It’s not until my panties are in place that his hands slip from inside them, our combined release coating his fingers, and when I flick my eyes over my shoulder, it’s just in time to watch him slip them into his own mouth.
He groans and tips his head back slightly. “Fuck, we taste good together.”
I’m about to respond when he grasps the back of my neck and twists me so he can slam his lips to mine, forcing me to taste what he just did, and honestly, he’s not wrong.
Our combined releases might be my new favorite flavor.