43. On Par with Legal Suicide #2
I hike Colt farther up my shoulder as we walk toward the house. He fell asleep at halftime and should be okay after a bottle and a change to stay down for the night.
“I’m sorry about that.”
“What’s that?” She turns her chin up to meet me and the view in the moonlight reminds me of that night in her bedroom when I accidentally creeped on her.
“Brighton.”
She shakes her head like she’s trying to dislodge the memory. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not. She’s a ballbuster, and I usually love it, but that was uncalled for.”
“She says what everyone’s thinking.”
“She has no filter,” I counter.
“No. She doesn’t. It sucks to be on the receiving end, but at least you know where you stand.”
I open the door and stand aside for her to enter ahead of me.
I lock us in and enter the alarm code as Emberleigh starts for the bottle warmer that arrived weeks ago.
“Yeah, yeah. Better than passive-aggressive bullshit, but I’m not happy about her questioning me or my decisions like that and pretending it’s because she’s worried about the ranch. ”
She turns back to me. “Braxton, she wasn’t questioning you. She was questioning me.”
I stalk toward her, crowding at the counter. “She doesn’t get to question my choices or your… anything.”
“Not that I enjoyed it, but she was trying to protect you.”
I lean my face close to hers, our nearly one-foot height difference making me bend low.
“Don’t need protection from my little sister, Emberleigh.
I’m a big boy and can handle my own shit.
” I drop a kiss to her neck and work my way to just below her ear, where I whisper, “Now, I’m very interested in that ‘later’ we discussed earlier. ”
Her ragged inhale comes the same time she tilts her neck to give me greater access. “But Colt…”
“… will wake up when he’s hungry, and we can handle it then.” I tag her hand and lead the way to my bedroom, where I deposit Colt. Thankfully, he stays asleep as we move to Emberleigh’s room.
“Miss Carrington, where shall we begin?” I walk her backward until her knees hit her mattress and trail a finger down her neck to her chest.
“Should I start with your tits?” I circle a thick finger around one nipple, then another, over her clothes. The shiver that runs through her is visible; her hooded lids tell me she’s turned on.
“Should I lick them and suck them until you come?” Her gasp is music to my ears.
My fingers roam to her belly and dip between her legs. “Do you need me to taste you here?” I flick a finger over her pussy. “Do you want my tongue and my fingers? Do you want me to play with your clit, Emberleigh?”
Her eyes fly open, and she holds mine. Her face flames, but she doesn’t drop her gaze.
My fingers continue to explore, around her back, to the top of the cleft of her ass. “Hmmm. I haven’t explored here at all.”
Her gasp is audible, and she clenches her thighs together.
“You gonna stay quiet, Emberleigh? Or do you want to tell me what you want? I plan to do filthy things to you… Can I play? Or do you want to guide me?” My fingers roam her ass, her thighs, skimming the waistline of her shorts, teasing her ribs.
She holds my gaze, strips off her shirt, leaving only a lacy, barely-there bra, and slides her shorts and panties down her legs. She reaches for my jersey, but I beat her to it and yank it off, throwing it on the floor. She undoes my button, but her trembling fingers are doing me in.
I thumb a nipple over the lace of her bra and am rewarded with a moan that tells me what I already know... that she loves her tits being played with.
“Well…?”
“You can play,” she replies, almost shyly.
“Fuck, Emberleigh. You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” I kick off my shoes and socks, and let my jeans fall to the floor.
“Love this lacy thing.” I finger her tit through the fabric. “But it needs to go.”
She reaches behind her, never dropping my eyes. The movement thrusts her tits out and I wrap both hands low on her back, arching her into my mouth, taking one nipple through the fabric, licking and sucking, getting hard as a rock at the gasps and moans she makes when I do.
I move to the other nipple, forcing her deeper into my mouth, sucking, only to be rewarded with a groan and a shiver. I lift my hands to meet hers and undo her bra clasps, and rub a thumb over each nipple before tossing the fabric to the floor.
“These gorgeous tits need some attention, but so do other areas. Down you go.” I put her back onto the bed, leaning over her, caging her in.
“I plan to lick you and suck you and flick you and touch you all over.” My fingers roam.
“I plan to make you squirm.” I trail my fingers over her silky skin, teasing her ass, around her pussy, circling her nipples, but not giving her relief.
“I want you to beg to come, but only so I can give you that. I want you so full you can’t imagine being without my fingers and my cock. ”
I kiss between her breasts. My thumbs brush her nipples. Her groan is my reward.
“Gonna tell me what you want, beautiful?”
She shakes her head, her blond hair slipping and fanning out over her comforter.
I slide my shoulders between her legs, kissing the inside of one thigh, then another, watching her try to lift her pussy to my mouth. I laugh there and see her stretch for me to come closer.
“Oh, no, baby. You don’t want to tell me? You want me to play? When you’re ready to tell me what you want, then you’re in control. But right now, you gave that to me, so I get to choose.”
I swipe a finger up her center, from her entrance to her clit. I circle around that bud, but don’t touch her there. Another stroke and the same. She growls, and I kiss her mound and slide one finger into her. She wants more. Her body is weeping for my touch. Her clit swells. Her hips lift.
I drag her wetness backward and she stills. “I— I, um…” she trails off.
“Not taking your ass, Emberleigh. May tongue fuck it. Definitely going to finger fuck it, baby, but don’t need my cock there.”
“I need you, Braxton. Need more… need to come.”
“So now you want to tell me?” I move my fingers through her slick heat. Ass to clit, still not touching her there, circling, coming close. The next stroke I move my thumb there once, quickly backing away.
I add a second finger and then a third to her pussy, finger fucking there, only to back away and spread that wetness around. I replace my fingers with my tongue and swipe one long stroke from slit to clit, moaning at her taste as I do.
She bucks off the bed, and I take that moment to flip her onto her belly and pull her hips up. I resume my position, tongue fucking her from behind, only to trail my fingers up and down her ass, teasing her puckered entrance.
I reach back, rip open a condom and roll it down my shaft.
I run my tip through her wetness and, with every ounce of control I have, I watch myself sink inch by inch into her pussy, pulling a long moan from her as she tips her hips up to take me deeper.
I’m teasing myself more than I am her, but the sight of her pussy swallowing my dick almost makes me come.
“Fuck. So fucking good.”
She gasps and fists her hands in the comforter. “Braxton, please. I need to come.”
I slide almost all the way out and ever so slowly push back in again, holding her still as she tries to push back and find my cock. “You’re impatient tonight, baby.” I laugh and her sounds come even louder.