Chapter 29 #2
A curl against my walls and a flick of his tongue has my back bowing off the table.
“Was it the sight of me on my knees for you?”
Certainly didn’t hurt.
“Or was it finding out I like to steal your panties.”
Surprisingly hot.
His fingers slip from where I want them and his tongue takes over, licking from my entrance to my clit and back again. “From now on, when I call you Angel, it’ll be because of this perfect cunt.” Then he looks up at me, face shining. “This is heaven—sweet as sin.”
“So fucking cheesy.” My giggle is cut off when his thick fingers find that spot inside me again, crooking against it in a way I can’t do myself and no one else seems to be able to find.
“Tell anyone and I’ll never do this again.”
“Liar—” I start but it’s cut off by a sharp slap to my clit. Heat jolts down my spine.
Oh god.
His nose brushes lovingly against my thigh. The sting of his fingers is so fresh, and my heart is racing, my head swimming from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
“You never answered my question.”
Hello, I’m a bit distracted.
I search for the question.
“What made your pretty pussy cry for me?”
“None of it. All of it.”
Something that’s a mix between a dark chuckle and appreciation rumbles against my core, sending more sparks of light through me.
“You did. Just you,” I finally say.
And it seems to be the right answer because he doubles his efforts, only mumbling a satisfied, “fuck yes” and an occasional “heaven” while I float higher and higher.
From my center, everything in coils, locking together. “Emmett,” I say.
“Yeah, Angel.”
“I’m so close.” I fight for the feeling, holding on to it with everything I’ve got. “More.”
“So demanding,” he teases, then gives me exactly that, adding a third finger and sucking harder on my clit.
It’s almost enough.
A frustrated cry escapes me.
Emmett’s eyes lift and his other hand reaches for my breast, finding my nipple with sure fingers. The pressure as he rolls them is exquisite, and his eye contact makes this all feel so much more.
The tightness breaks through its plateau, filling me with buzzing energy. It builds as he strokes all the right places. My toes curl and then blissful release steals the breath from my lungs and every thought from my mind.
“Emmett,” I repeat as he works me through the release.
I’m nothing more than a twitchy mess.
“Yes, give me all of it. Doing so fucking good.”
Each heartbeat kicks back against the pad of his thumb as he presses my throbbing clit.
That extra attention sends a zap through my body with each beat. The pulses slow, and I catch my breath, barely registering the soft kisses to my pelvis.
Emmett crawls up my body until his elbows are on the table beside my head.
“One down.” He smirks against my lips.
“Don’t be cocky, Hotshot,” I tease.
“Hard not to be when you’re crying out my name on a loop.”
Pressing up on my elbows, I meet his kiss.
“I’m going to need twelve hours of sleep to recover from you.”
“That can be arranged.”
He straightens, jaw clenching as pain flashes across his face.
My stomach drops, and I sit, my hands reaching out for him. “Emmett.”
“I’m okay.” He brushes a knuckle across my cheek. “Just moved too fast.”
Concern prickles through the lingering haze of pleasure. “You sure?”
He pulls me up to meet him. “Yeah. But I think I owe you that shower now.”
I take his hand in mine, leading him through the living room, down the hall, and through my bedroom. Once we’re in the bathroom. I press against his chest until he’s backed up to the vanity.
My hands snake under the hem of his shirt.
“What’s happening here?” Emmett asks.
“You took care of me.” I stroke the V at his hips with my thumb, appreciating the sharp edges of it. “Now I’m taking care of you.”
“Think you’ve done enough of that over the last few weeks, don’t you?”
“If you want me to stop, say the word, but this is how these things work, Emmett. You take care of me, I take care of you.” I lift his shirt higher, carefully pulling it over his shoulder.
He’s getting stronger, healing every day, but burns like his are fussy, and I don’t want to cause him any pain.
He circles my wrist and I drop the shirt at his feet. Emmett brings my hand to his mouth, kissing the pulse point.
“Tonight is about you.”
“You’d make every night about me if I let you.”
He would, too. That’s the thing about Emmett. Beneath all the walls and warnings is a man who gives until there’s nothing left of himself.
“Listen when I say this.”
My hands move to his waistband, pushing his jeans down until he’s left in nothing but boxer briefs, then I spin him toward the mirror, palms flattening against his waist.
He’s enormous in the reflection. Broad shoulders, bruised skin, hard muscle, all wrapped around the kindest man I’ve ever known. I lean around him, my fingertips slipping beneath the elastic at his hips just enough to make his stomach tense. Catching his gaze in the mirror, I hold it.
“Taking care of you turns me on just as much as you taking care of me.”
His expression shifts instantly.
“Maybe more than the promise of a handful of orgasms,” I admit. “Stop acting like I’m doing you some kind of favor when I want this too.”
He wets his lips, eyes dropping to where my hands tease just inches from where he wants me.
My eyes flick to the bandage at his shoulder. That needs to come off before it gets wet.
“Let me take care of you and I’ll hand the reins over for the rest of the night.” My hand grips him at the root, squeezing and tugging until I sweep my thumb over his tip.
Emmett hisses through his teeth. “Aspen.”
“Give me this, and you can spend the rest of the night however you want.
His eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck.” And his hips flex, thrusting into my hand.
‘That’s it,” I encourage. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“So damn good,” he murmurs.
“Watch, Emmett,” I tell him.
His eyes drop to the spot in the mirror where I’m stroking him.
“Watch me take care of you the same way I watched you take care of yourself.”
“You do it so much better,” he says.
This is hotter than I expected. I press my thighs together, trying to stave off the growing need between them.
“Keep it up, and I’m going to make a mess all over.”
“Good thing I like you messy.” Every messy piece of Emmett is my favorite.
The vulnerable man I first met. The grumpy one always trying to protect himself.
The helpful one working on my Jeep, pretending it’s just about keeping busy.
The one who gets suckered into horseshoes and comes home smiling. The one who can’t stop watching me.
Every version of him undoes me a little more than the last.
“Aspen,” he pants, swelling in my hand, shifting on his feet.
I kiss his bicep, pumping him hard, matching the pulse of his hips.
He leans on me like he doesn’t trust his knees.
“Make a mess with me, Emmett.”
“Fuuuucckkk,” he draws out, warm ropes of cum covering my hand and his stomach as he folds over the counter.
For a minute, he stands there, his breaths sawing in and out of him, hands braced on the counter as I slowly wring the last drops from him, unable to look away.
“That was—it was so hot.” My hands are sticky with his release. “You definitely made a mess.”
His eyes flash with something, and then he’s tracing two fingers along my palm, gathering his release.
“Stick out your tongue, Angel.”
Well, fuck, now I’m the one with weak knees.
Mouth open and tongue out, I watch as he slides behind me, flipping our position.
One big hand weaves into the messy strands at the back of my neck, tilting my head back, the other hovering above my mouth.
The seconds stretch as his cum drips from the tips of his fingers and lands on my tongue.
When the salty flavor hit my tastebuds, my eyes flutter closed.
“Open your eyes.”
Heat washes over me as I see what he sees. The longer I look the more turned on I get. Another pearl drops and when the string breaks and falls to my tongue. Emmett groans, his cock thickening against my back. It sticks to me as he shifts on his feet. And hell, I like that too.
When I think I can’t handle any more of this delicious depravity. Two fingers slide along my tongue, our tastes mixing.
“Almost want to leave you like this—my cum on your tongue and your skin. I want to fill you up with it too and make you stay like that until morning.”
I close my lips around his fingers, cleaning up the mess, before popping off them.
“A UTI would be a real bummer if you plan on doing this again soon.” I press back against his chest and turn to warm up the shower.
He kisses my neck, caging me from behind, and I sigh, melting into his touch.
I’m beginning to suspect I like him a little obsessed with me.