Chapter 23 – Lilah
Chapter Twenty-Three
LILAH
I get out of the truck and follow Emmett up the steps of his house as he carries my luggage in one hand and the plastic bag in the other. My heart hammers in my chest as he walks into the house and looks back at me.
“Go pick a room,” he urges me, motioning with his head toward the side of the house where I know Lucy’s bedroom is, along with a couple more closed doors. “Any room is yours.”
“Okay,” I say, walking toward the hallway and looking behind me, wondering if he will follow me. “Is there a room you don’t want me using?”
“No one has ever been in those rooms,” he says, and I’m not surprised. “They both have a king-sized bed.”
“Well, I don’t want to—” I start, not sure which room to choose, and he walks in front of me.
“This one,” he chooses, walking past me toward the room at the back of the house, exactly where his room is, just on the opposite side of the house. He opens the door and steps in as I follow him, seeing the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. The walls are white, and the only color the room has is the blue throw pillows on the bed. Even the walls are white, and there is a small off-white dresser against one wall. I look around as my feet sink into the plush rug. “Is this okay?”
“This is more than okay.” I look at him as he puts my suitcase beside the dresser. “I bet this isn’t what you thought you would be doing on a Saturday afternoon.”
“I guess not”—he puts his hands on his hips—“but I could say the same to you.”
“You could say that.” I laugh and rub my hand over my face. “My top priority was going to take a bath and now—” I look around, trying not to cry out as I laugh. “And now I’m here with you.”
“You want to take a bath?” he asks in what has to be the sweetest voice he’s ever had. Actually, I think he uses the same voice with Lucy.
“It’s fine,” I say, but he just grabs my hand and starts pulling me out of the room. “Emmett.”
“You can take a bath in my bathroom,” he says over his shoulder, and I gasp as he pulls me from one side of the house to the other.
“Emmett,” I finally say when he stops in the middle of his bathroom, “I need clothes.”
“I can get you what you need,” he offers. “What color bra-and-panty set do you want today?”
“You are the most annoying human I’ve ever met.” I turn and start to walk out of the room.
“Fine, I’ll run the bath. You go get your things,” he says to my retreating back.
“I should show him and not go back,” I mumble as I walk back into the room, putting the suitcase on its side before opening it. I grab a shorts set with matching shirt before returning back to his bathroom. I can hear the sound of the water running at the same time it sounds like cabinets are slamming shut. “What is going on in here?”
“I’m trying to find the salt and bubble bath things Autumn got me for Christmas one year as a joke,” he replies, searching high and low for them. “I thought I put them away over here.” He opens another cabinet. “Here they are.” He pulls out a basket covered in cellophane wrapping. “Here.” He hands me the basket. “There is everything you need in there,” he says, and I can see he’s nervous. “I’ll be out there.” He points with his thumb toward the door. “Let me know if you need anything.” He quickly exits the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
I look at the door, then the basket in my hands, and wonder what the fuck got into him. I close my eyes, feeling the pressure in the middle of my head start throbbing. I need to soak in the tub and relax, if only for a little bit. I put down the basket and then open the cellophane wrapper before taking the bubble bath out and heading over to the running water. I pour a bit inside before I undress and slide into the tub. I rest my head back and close my eyes. This is not what I thought I would be doing today. But then neither was coming home to someone in my apartment. My mind goes back and forth, wondering if it could actually be Derek, but then thinking the last thing he would want again would be to trouble me.
I stay in the bath until I feel my fingers start to prune. I get out and then wrap myself with a plush towel before slipping my T-shirt on with matching shorts. I make sure I clean up before pulling open the bathroom door, stepping through the closet, and then to the bedroom, stopping when I see him sitting on the edge of the bed. His head is down, and his elbows are on his knees. Gone are the jeans and T-shirt, and in their place are gym shorts and nothing else.
“Emmett,” I say, and he looks up at me, his eyes filled with something I’ve only seen once before. Worry, like when Lucy had gone missing, and he couldn’t find her. “Are you okay?” I ask. “Is everything okay?”
My feet make it to him, stopping in front of him, and squatting down between his legs. “Is Lucy?—”
“She’s fine,” he says, “Charlie came by to get her bag. She has a sleepover with Saige planned for tonight.” I nod at him, not sure if it’s perfect timing or just my luck. “I was just…” He sits up, and I move up from my position to standing. “I was just thinking about why you didn’t call me but called Charlie.”
“I didn’t really have a game plan.” I start to walk deeper between his open legs. “I just…” I shrug. “I wasn’t sure you would care.”
“You have to know.” He puts his hands on my hips. “You have to know what you mean to me.”
I look into his eyes, and for the second time in my life, I jump off that cliff, not sure anyone is going to catch me before I fall.
“Show me.” It’s like it’s déjà vu, but something is different. One, he’s not drunk, and two, there is nothing to stop us from what is next.
I see the turmoil flash in his eyes before he stands up, and his hands are in my hair as he tilts my head to the side. The kiss starts off slow, him running his tongue across my lower lip, my mouth automatically opening for him as he slides his tongue in with mine. My body goes limp in his arms. My chest presses into his, my mouth swallowing his moan. My hands move to his hips and then up his chest, wanting to touch every single part of him. “Emmett,” I pant out his name when his lips move from my lips to my neck, licking, biting, kissing. My eyes try to stay open to take it all in, but I’m so lost in the feeling they just can’t stay open. His hands go from my hair to my hips and then to my ass, gripping both ass cheeks and pulling me to him. “Yes,” I hiss, feeling his cock on my stomach. “More,” I say, and it’s like someone else has taken over, and I’m along for the ride. “I need more,” I finally admit, sinking to my knees in front of him.
His eyes go big when I pull his shorts off his hips. “I need this.” I watch him when I grip his cock in my hand. “I’m not that good at this,” I say, “but I’m…” I move my hand up and down his shaft, trying to close my fingers but failing. I lick from his balls all the way to the tip of his cock. “…going to try.” I lick around before taking the head of his cock into my mouth. His hands come to the sides of my head as I take a little bit more of him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I open my eyes to look up at him. “I thought you were beautiful before,” he grits with clenched teeth while I move my mouth off him and then take him back inside my mouth, “but it’s nothing like seeing you with your mouth stuffed with my cock.” He moves his hips, slowly fucking my mouth. “Seen you in my dreams.” He closes his eyes and then quickly opens them up again, as he watches me take his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He guides it deeper. “Let it hit the back of your throat,” he instructs, and I wait for him to do just that.
“Fuck,” he swears as my hand grips him tighter, “you have me almost buried in that sweet mouth of yours.” I close my eyes and focus to take as much as I can into my mouth without gagging. “I don’t know what I like to do more with your mouth”—he thrusts his hips—“kiss it or fuck it.” He groans out, “I’m going to come. Sorry, baby, let me go.” But I don’t listen to him and my hand grips him more. “Baby, I’m not kidding. I’m about to blow.” I stare into his eyes, watching him come apart in my mouth. Feeling his cum hit my mouth and taking everything he has to give me. “Fuck.” He speeds up his thrusts. “She’s going to be the death of me.” His head goes back and I watch his throat move up and down as he swallows and his thrusts slow down.
He slips out of my mouth and I groan, wanting him back in there. He steps out of his shorts and bends to pick me up from the floor. His mouth covers mine as his hands work to push up my shirt. His lips let me go long enough to get my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. “You are even more fucking stunning in the light.” He cups my tits, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. “I’m going to feast on your pussy.” He moves to the other nipple. “Then I’m going to fuck it like I’ve been dreaming of doing.” I press my knees together and move side to side. “Is that what you want?” he asks and all I can do is nod.
“I want whatever you have to give to me,” I tell him as he moves his kisses down and then pulls down my shorts.
“Step out of them and then go lie in the middle of the bed,” he instructs me, and I do as I’m told. “Then open your legs and show me that sweet pussy of yours.” He fists his softening cock as he watches me get on the bed, my ass on display to him, and he groans. “Going to fuck you from behind,” he says. “Hold one of your hips and then pull your hair to make you fuck me back.” I close my eyes, thinking about how it would feel having him all around me and my head falls forward and I groan. “That’s my girl.” He gets on the bed, his hand coming out and sliding a finger into my pussy while I’m on my hands and knees. “Change of plans, stop right there. Open your legs wider,” he directs. I do, and he slides between them on his back, his mouth directly under my pussy. “Now ride my face.” His head rises as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Ride my face like you would ride my cock.” I get on my knees and lower myself onto his face, something I’ve never done before. The last person I had sex with was a guy I picked up at a bar, and we were both drunk. I don’t even think we had sex, but there was a used condom, and we were both naked. “Fuck, you taste like honey.” His tongue slides into me, along with two fingers.
“Going to make you come on my fingers, and then I’ll fuck you nice and hard.” Just the thought makes me grind my hips harder on his face. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asks before I grind down on him again, moving back and forth. “That’s it, baby, take what you want.” His hands go from my hips to my ass as I fall forward, my palms hitting the bed. “God, you get so wet”—moving one hand between us, he moves his fingers in me faster and faster—“and tight when you are about to come.”
“I’m there,” I gasp, and just before I’m about to come on his tongue, he flips me on my back. “Emmett,” I pant.
“Change of plans.” He reaches over me to his bedside table, opening the drawer and then coming back with a condom. Taking the corner of the packet in his mouth, he slides it across before taking the condom out. My eyes watch his hands like it’s my fucking job. My breath comes in pants as he puts it on the tip of his cock, pinching the top before rolling it down his shaft. “Open your legs for me, baby.” My legs open for him, my feet flat on the bed, my knees bent. “This isn’t going to be slow,” he warns me, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it up and down my slit. “I’ve been waiting too fucking long to fuck you.” His eyes go from mine to his cock. “Watch your pussy take my cock.” My eyes go to where he is placed, right at my entrance, the tip of his cock slipping inside me, and the both of us close our eyes and groan. “It’s just too good,” he says as I open my eyes again, watching inch by inch his cock going into me, until he is buried to the root.
“Oh, God,” I pant, tilting my hips back and putting my calves on his hips. His arms hold him up from beside my shoulders on his elbows. “I feel so full.” My hands go to his sides. “I’m going to need you to move,” I urge as his hand holds my face, “and give me more.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” Our noses touch, as his lips hover over mine as he pulls out and slams back into me, over and over again. My mouth opens to moan as he slides his tongue into my mouth.
“Thought my cock in your mouth was the best thing that could happen to me.” He pulls out and slams into me, rotating his hips, my back arching. “I was wrong, it’s your pussy,” he declares as I feel the orgasm coming. “Your pussy was fucking made for me.” He tilts his head to the side, pulling out of me and then sliding in. His thrusts are now longer and harder. “Going to spend the night buried inside you.”
“Promise?” I ask, and he just smirks at me. “Say you promise, Emmett.”
“I promise you, Lilah.” His hips never let up. “I promise I’m going to spend the night buried inside you.” I smile as I finally let go, the orgasm ripping through me so forcefully I have to yell out.
“Right there with you, baby,” he announces, his forehead on mine as he fucks me. “Right fucking there,” he groans out as I feel his cock twitch inside me. I wrap my legs around the base of his back, his mouth crushing my lips as his tongue fights with mine. His thrusts slow down, and instead of frantic, they are now just soft thrusts. He plants himself inside me, and both his hands hold my head. I move my arms to wrap him up in a hug.
“I don’t want to lose this,” he states, and I close my eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Never,” I say the only word that I can.
“I have to get rid of the condom,” he says. If he wasn’t on top of me, buried inside me, I would turn around and run out of the room humiliated. “You have to let me go, baby.”
“Okay,” I agree, but I don’t move my arms and legs still wrapped around him, my face buried in his neck.
“Baby,” he says softly, “I need to take this condom off and put another on so I can fuck you again.”
My arms loosen and fall down to the sides, as well as my legs. He kisses my neck and then kisses the middle of my chest before pulling out of me, and I miss him already. My body feels empty as he gets off the bed, and I see the cock that was not long ago buried in me. I watch him as if I need to see him in order to get my next breath. His ass is the perfect size, his thighs big and thick from riding horses for the last I don’t even know how long. His abs are defined and his arms look like if he wrapped them around you, there was no way you would ever be cold. Nor would you ever not feel safe. I turn to the side, listening to the water running. When he comes back out, the condom is gone and in his hand is a white cloth. “Open your legs, baby,” he urges softly and I’m confused. “I’m going to clean you up.”
“You will not.” I gape at him. “I can do that myself.” I hold out my hand.
“Baby, I had my face there,” he jokes, and I get up off the bed.
“I’m going to go in there”—I point at the bathroom—“and clean up.”
I start to walk away from him when I feel arms around my waist, and I’m suddenly in the air, turning around, and he puts me on his shoulder. His hand comes down and slaps my ass. “Emmett,” I huff, trying to right myself.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long fucking time, Lilah,” he declares, walking toward his bathroom but then turning and going back to his bedside table. Opening the drawer, he takes a string of condoms with him. “Every single time you would push me to my limits, the only thing I wanted to do was put you over my shoulder and turn your ass red.”
I don’t have time to say anything as he carries me like I’m a rag doll over his shoulder. When we get in his bathroom, he takes me down and places me on the countertop between both sinks. “Put one foot on each side.” He picks up one leg to show me how he wants me and then steps back. “Fuck, your pussy on display like that.” He licks his lips, then takes his thumb, bringing it to his lips where he licks the backside of it. “This pink clit right here”—he uses the same thumb he just licked to move it back and forth—“delicate and wanting to be played with.”
I have to hold myself up from falling back when I see his finger slide into me. “Open for me, ready for me.” He adds another finger. “Want my cock, fingers, or tongue?”
“What do you want to give me?” I ask since, in reality, I’m good with anything.
“My cock.” He rolls another condom on his cock. “Fuck you here, then in the shower.” He slides his cock into me. Both of us are watching my pussy swallow his cock. “Then have you ride me in the bath.” My pussy clenches, his hand coming to my tits as he rolls my nipples. “My girl is greedy for me.” He pulls out to the tip and then thrusts. “Say it,” he demands, his mouth hovering over mine. His eyes stare into mine. “Say you're mine.”
Everything inside me stops, or maybe for the first time in my life, I take a breath of the air that I’ve been fighting to get into me. “Who else’s would I be? You own me, Emmett. All of me is yours.” His eyes go wide. “It’s always been yours. Now take what’s yours.”