10. Ford
FORDCHAPTER 10
I didn’t know what I’d done to win Emzee over, but at the moment I didn’t really care—because she was all over me and that was the only thing that mattered.
After pulling me into her apartment, she’d put Munchkin in the bedroom, pushed me onto the couch, and started ripping off my clothes.
I’d rarely seen her so aggressive before, but as long as she was letting me in, I was going to take advantage of the opportunity.
Make her mine again.
We were groping each other on the couch, tongues tangled, half dressed and frantic.
The feel of her body against mine was everything.
I had missed stroking my hands over her curves, squeezing the globes of that perfect ass, kissing the soft skin of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.
The glide of my tongue against her tightening nipples, her breathless moans in my ear.
We didn’t even make it to the bedroom before her hands were sliding down between us, her hot grip finding my cock and squeezing me through my briefs.
I was rock hard and ready, but there was something else I’d missed so badly I couldn’t wait another second for it—so I pushed her into a seated position against the cushions and slid onto the floor to kneel between her legs.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and started teasing them down slowly, never breaking eye contact with her.
My plan was to remind her exactly what she’d been living without, starting from the bottom and making my way up.
I’d take my time about it, too.
Make her ache for it.
For me.
Once I had her fully naked in front of me, I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her legs wide apart.
I could see her pussy glistening, pink and wet.
Fuck. She was so ready for me.
My cock was so hard it hurt, and I shifted a little, adjusting myself in my briefs before burying my face in that sweet, sweet cunt.
Emzee instantly let out a moan, grinding against my tongue.
God, yes.
She was even wetter than I expected, tasting as sweet as a peach, practically gushing in my mouth like ripe fruit.
I dragged my tongue up her slit and then around her clit as she gasped for air above me, her hips jerking as I fucked her with my mouth.
Sucking, lapping, thrusting into her with my tongue.
Her hands had gone to her breasts, squeezing them together, and she fingered her nipples as she rode my mouth.
It was a beautiful sight.
I couldn’t get enough.
I dipped my tongue deeper inside her, wanting to feel her come against my mouth.
I needed her to remember how good it was when we were together.
How good I could be to her.
She threw her head back, eyes closed as I sucked on her clit again.
Soft and steady, just the way she liked it.
Her hands slid down into my hair, pulling me hard against her, and I loved it.
I tensed my tongue and slid it back and forth inside her, giving her a taste of what she’d experience with my cock until she was moaning louder, her cries shorter and faster as her hips began to buck harder beneath me.
I knew she was getting close.
I slipped two fingers inside her, moving my mouth up to capture her clit, sucking with the firm, gentle pressure she loved.
“I’m coming,” she warned, fingers tightening in my hair, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head.
“Ford…I’m going to come.”
And then she did, crying out, body writhing against the couch cushions.
I licked her through the shudders of her orgasm, reveling in the taste of her.
When her breath began to slow and her body began to relax, I started anew, thrusting my tongue inside of her again first and then stretching her wide with my fingers.
Two and then three, in a twisting motion, and then I curled them inside her to rub the pad of her G-spot.
She went wild when I did, her hands gripping the couch cushions, holding on to them for dear life as she cursed softly.
“Good girl. Just relax. Just like that,” I coaxed, determined to make her come again before I even took my cock out, even though it was screaming for my attention.
The sounds she was making, those low, breathy moans, those husky cries alternating between my name and a stream of swear words, were making me even harder, which I had thought was damn near impossible.
I wanted her so bad I could barely see straight, focusing all of my attention on her pleasure.
Slipping my free hand under her ass, I angled her hips so I had better access, my lapping tongue and stroking fingers bringing her closer and closer to release.
“Come for me, Emzee,” I whispered, lifting my head.
“Come on, baby.”
Finally, I felt her go over the edge, losing control—her inner muscles clenching around my fingers as she wailed so loudly I was pretty sure all the neighbors could hear it.
Probably the entire block could hear it.
This time, I didn’t wait for her to stop shuddering.
I stood up and gazed down at her, my cock in my hand, dripping with precum.
I moved her onto her back and then lowered myself onto the couch between her thighs, making a space for myself there.
“You want this cock, or have you had enough?” I asked her, knowing she’d never say no.
Her eyes were glassy with pleasure but I could see the hunger there.
She wanted more. She wanted all of me.
“I want it,” she said.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I groaned at the sound of those words, words I hadn’t heard in far too long, and I pushed her knees up against her chest and slid my cock inside her.
We both moaned as I seated myself as deep as possible.
It had been so long and yet, it felt like no time had passed at all.
Even though I’d already given her two orgasms, she was still so tight that my eyes practically rolled back in my head.
“Fuck,” I panted, going still, using all my willpower not to come right then and there.
She was so wet, so sweet, so tight.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured.
I could feel her pussy tightening around me, pulsing softly.
“So fucking good.”
“You want this cock?” I asked again as I began to fuck her slowly.
“Tell me you want this cock. Say it.”
It sounded like she was praying as she said, “I want it. I want it. Fuck, I want it. I want that big, hard cock. Give it to me.”
Even though my entire body was begging me to take her fast and hard, I didn’t.
My rhythm was slow and steady, with both of us staring into each other’s eyes the entire time.
This wasn’t just fucking, it wasn’t just sex.
This was making love.
I was making love to her.
Using my body to show her exactly what she meant to me.
I could tell that she felt it, her hands squeezing my biceps as she looked up at me, searching for something unknowable.
Unable to stand it, I leaned down and kissed her, losing myself in the moment.
I wanted this to last forever.
Wanted to drink her up.
Parting her knees, I lifted them around my waist so we could be as close as possible as I thrusted deeper and deeper.
Sweat began to gather at my temples as my own control began to fray.
I was close, but there was no fucking way I was going to come before she did.
Emzee whimpered as I dipped my head down to her tits and used my teeth and tongue to tease the hard peaks of her nipples.
They seemed even more sensitive than I remembered, and I had barely turned my attention to her second breast when she started gasping beneath me, her nails digging into my arms, her pussy contracting in tight bursts around my cock as she came for the third time.
I fucked her all the way through it, and then, as she sagged back into the couch, all tension released from her body, I let myself go, spurting hard and deep inside her.
My entire body was tingling, the climax radiating through my body from my head to my toes.
“Em,” I groaned, still coming.
It took a few minutes for my orgasm to taper away, and I rested my head on her chest as I slowly caught my breath.
Sex between us had always been amazing, but this felt different.
Like coming home. I was sure she’d felt it, too.
I raised my head to kiss her, relieved that we were back on track.
That things could go back to the way they’d been before Claudia had ruined everything.
It would take a lot of work, yes, and I knew I had a long road ahead of me to fully earn back her trust, but I’d do whatever it took to make things right.
But before our lips could meet, Emzee turned her face away.
“You need to go,” she said.
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Get off me.”
What the hell?
Confused, I got up slowly, finding my clothes and getting dressed as she continued to look everywhere else but at me.
“Em. I don’t want to leave,” I told her, buttoning my pants.
“We both got what we wanted,” she said.
“Now go.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“I didn’t come here for sex. That’s not what I want from you. I want our relationship . I love you.”
She shook her head.
“This was a mistake.”
“No, it wasn’t. I love you,” I repeated.
“And I know you love me.”
That got her to look at me, although it was more of a glare.
“You lied to me,” she said.
It was the truth, and it hit me like a knife in the gut.
“Yes. I did lie to you. And it ate me up inside all these years, but I was so scared of losing you that I couldn’t make myself tell you the truth,” I said, sitting down on the couch next to her.
She curled up as far away from me as possible, pulling her knees to her chest.
I went on, “I’m so, so sorry for everything that happened in high school. I was young and angry and completely self-centered. It was never about you. It was about me. I was lashing out. That day, with the lockers. I’d gone home and overheard my parents arguing about my dad’s infidelities, and my mom was crying. That’s when I found out about your dad and the…the women at KZM. It shattered me. I thought they were going to get a divorce over the whole thing. And when I got back to school, I saw you in the quad, and I just…lost it.”
She was listening, I could tell, but she didn’t respond.
She wouldn’t engage.
My words weren’t getting through.
I got down on my knees in front of her, taking her hand.
“I’ve regretted it ever since. Honestly, I had no idea it would blow up like it did. That’s why I had to defend you, finally. I knew I was wrong, and I knew it was all my fault you were catching shit. If I could take it all back, I would. God, I wish I could. Please believe me. I’m sorry, Emzee,” I said.
“I know I fucked up, but what we have is too good to walk away from.”
She shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I’m really sorry. But I can’t. We can’t.”
I didn’t understand.
Can’t?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Is it my parents? Fuck them. Fuck what they think.”
A sad smile crossed her face.
“It’s not your parents, Ford. We were just never meant to be together. This thing with us, it’s…over.”
How could she say that?
How had it even gotten this bad?
She was my best friend.
I was hers. Or at least, I thought I’d been.
In fact, now that I thought about it, I realized that I had never imagined my life without her in it.
It was…unfathomable.
Impossible.
“I’m being open and honest with you,” I told her.
“You have to tell me how to fix this! I love you and I need you and I can’t even imagine a life without you in it. Please. How do I fix this?”
There had to be a solution.
There just had to be.
Emzee looked away, tightening her arms around her knees.
“You can’t fix it,” she said.
“I just need you to leave.”