Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
EMMA
I lay in my bed with my hands between my legs, fingers teasing an orgasm so that I could ease my frustration. In my mind, I thought about all the things Alex would do to me, the things I’d do to him. Fuck, I couldn’t stay here if he was going to edge me like this. I couldn’t stand the torture.
I closed my eyes, picturing him opening the door. He wouldn’t knock. He’d take what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was me.
He’d be shirtless, his muscular, tattooed chest rippling as he stalked over to the bed. Then he’d rip the covers off, and when he realised what I was doing, how I was fingering myself, he’d tell me he needed a taste. He’d pull my hand from between my legs and lean down to suck my fingers into his mouth. His eyes would close, and he’d groan in appreciation. Then, once he’d pulled them out again, he’d tell me how good I tasted.
Seeing my bare pussy would make him feral, his eyes would blaze with need, and he’d tell me to get up and take his trousers off. I’d act coy, even though I couldn’t wait to do as he’d said, and I’d sit up on the edge of the bed. I’d unbuckle his belt first, then pull his zipper down slowly. Last, I’d tug his trousers and boxers to his thighs and then his ankles, all the time staring up at him through my lashes, giving him doe eyes to drive him wild.
His cock would be stiff, long and thick, and so close to my face. I’d run my fingers slowly up the inside of his thighs, then cup his balls, teasing and tickling him.
In a gruff voice, he’d moan, “Suck my cock like a good girl and take me all the way down your fucking throat.” And I would.
I’d suck him like my life depended on it, swirling my tongue around the tip and driving him so crazy he’d fist my hair in his hand to force me further onto his cock. He’d throw his head back and moan as he slid right down my throat. He’d fuck my face and make my eyes water as he growled and told me what a good girl I was. Then he’d tell me to touch myself as I sucked him.
I’d feel his cock throb on my tongue as I stroked my clit and...
Fuck, I started to come on the bed, my back arching as ripples of pleasure flowed through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, savouring every spark of my orgasm. And then, as the feeling subsided, I opened my eyes and stared across the room at the door that was still closed.
He said he had a lot of doors available to me tonight. That he could make things happen. It was just a shame that one of those doors wasn’t to my bedroom.
I lay quietly with my thoughts for a while, then I went to the bathroom to clean up. Eventually, I fell asleep with thoughts of a rugged gentleman across the hall on my mind. But still, I kept the lights on. They helped to keep the nightmares at bay. Nightmares that I prayed would never come.